How pious a month could be, I wondered being a kid and frankly speaking I am still searching for the answer if it is the butterfly that intrigued me with its warmth and left me to search its essence or maybe it's like pure pristine honey the craving of which signifies after each drop so I had to discover the answer. Ramadan is that month among those usual months that tastes like the drops of honey, the intriguing feeling of touching that butterfly, the essence of warmth that pours onto the street to make it alive and a bloom of Jannah, but when you step this time into Ramadan, not everything will be as okay as it was last year, I am not talking about the family member who left you in this duration but sisters and brothers from Gaza, an epitome of piousness they are, I'd say about them, we will walk on the street and they will have to hide from the bombs and bullets, we will open fast with a date but in the meantime, people among them will become the bloom of Jannah, ask for their forgiveness and ours, pray for their safety as they truly are our branches of the same tree, this month hold significance and do dua so Allah says 'Kun' on our righteous feelings and desire and make life easier across the globe.

Ramadan Mubarak ✨?

The only course I am interested in!?

Even if you speak the language of birds
I would still collect all my intellect to decipher it under the crown of your dandelion-like emerald gazelle aura
If the eyes of floral tendrils to dance and claim ownership and ring down the whispered tale of our never-ending eye sights.

and when you are done
Speak me to the grave
A petal will bloom from inside
To tell you how much I loved you!