Inspired from the ‘Cucumber’ story from Maulana Al Arabi Ad Darqawi, May Allah bless him
Deep in the streets of Harare
There lived an odd Muslim called Charlie
He roamed all around
Slept on the dry ground
He relished the nights that were starry
So once Ramadan came finally
The people, they flocked in their armies
Pervading the mosques
Forsaking kiosks
From Indonesia to Mali
And on a wide street in Harare
A mosque was ready for Taraaweeh
The people came in
Through all thick and thin
Including a bloke called Ansari
Ansari was praying Taraweeh
But on his mind was a Ferrari
His cousin had squeaked
He’d get him one cheap
On Eid it would be a finale!
So Ansari had prayed his taraweeh
All twenty rakat without any parley
He felt such a pride
And pious inside
Despite all his thoughts on Ferraris
But just as he left the taraaweeh
He happened to look at odd Charlie
Who sat there not shy
With halva and chai
As if he was having a party
Ansari looked down at odd Charlie
Stern like the winds of Rub’ al Khali
He thought: “this I think
Instead of his drink
He should have observed the taraaweeh.”
Tutting and grave walked Ansari
Immediately looked up, odd Charlie
His insight aroused
He heard thoughts aloud
Emboldened he called on Ansari:
“Dear sir, you have read your taraaweeh
And now you think you’re Qardawi
But this I decry
My Halva and chai
Surpasses your prayer for Ferrari!”
2022
