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‘Twas the Night Before Ramadan

on July 7, 2013

(Please note: This is a parody of a classic Christmas poem called ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. I hope you enjoy it!)

‘Twas the night before Ramadan and all through the home,

The parents ran after the constantly ringing phone.

Everyone calling to confirm the Ramadan news

So that nary a fasting day they would lose.


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

Too young to fast and face aches of their heads.

The prayer times were hung in the kitchen with care,

Because to miss a prayer – why they wouldn’t dare!


Back in the kitchen there was such a clatter,

As Mom cooked and fried and kneaded atta* for later.

With only a few hours to sleep, everyone hurried their tasks,

For during a summer Ramadan, the night goes quickly past.


A new moon was visible to the naked eye,

Shadowed darkly in the night sky.

Our thoughts move quickly toward the month ahead,

And the path of reflection upon which we’ll soon be lead.


The father was gone to the masjid* and not in their sight,

As the Taraweeh* prayer began this night.

The older kids were playing a game,

When their Ami* called them by name.


“Come here bayti* and bayta*, it’s now time for bed;

“And no moaning or groaning should come from your heads!

“Ramadan will shortly be here,

“And you need to sleep now before morning draws too near.”


So up to the bedrooms, the children they flew,

To ready for bed and breakfast soon, too!

Too soon a light touch fell on the kids’ faces,

As their Ami woke them gently with kisses.


The kids got up and stretched as their Ami rushed off quick,

To stop the parathas* from burning, though the griddle was nonstick.

A summer fast was harder than most,

And their Ami knew that their hunger would not be satisfied with mere toast.


So there was also dahi* and unda* and daal*,

With tea and juice, so their blood sugar would not fall.

Dressed in pajamas, they stumbled down the stairs,

The kids looked like quite the pair.


Ami’s eyes – how they twinkled! Her demeanor so merry,

As she served the family parathas and poured them juice made of berries.

The kids mouths grew into a smile,

For fresh parathas made the waking early worthwhile.


The kids ate quickly, along with their Abu, too,

And Ami ate last, after feeding the rest of the brood.

The kids brushed teeth and drank extra water,

For they knew the day would only get hotter and hotter.


The parents drank coffee and tea, and saved water for last,

Filling their glasses a little too fast.

They all said a quick prayer to officially begin fasting that day,

And then prayed Fajr* and other prayers they did say.


An hour of quiet soon passed and the family rose once more,

They dressed and they showered, and did a few chores.

The parents to work, and the children to school,

To join in the evening and break fast , their willpower with them all day, through and through.


No eating or drinking, only abstaining these days,

To teach us restraint and purpose, and to correct the error of our ways.

The month has begun, let us be guided by the light,

Ramadan Mubarak to all, and to all a good night.


*Abu = Father.

*Ami = Mother.

*Atta = flour or dough.

*Bayta = Son.

*Bayti = Daughter.

*Daal = A dish made from lentils, pronounced “thaal”.

*Dahi = Yogurt, pronounced “thaay”.

*Fajr = Morning prayer in Islam; the first of five prayers of each day.

*Masjid = Mosque.

*Paratha = A type of homemade fried bread.

*Taraweeh prayer = A special prayer said after the last prayer of the day at the mosque during Ramadan, and which begins the night before the first day of the fasting.

*Unda = Egg.






3 responses to “‘Twas the Night Before Ramadan

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  3. Atul mittal says:

    Wonderful poem. loving it

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