AL-HAMUDULLAH
One day in the month of Ramadan I had no Kobo to kiss the iftau.
One day in the month of revealation I had no naira to marry the suhur.
That days I become a begger.
That days I touch the sore of borrowing in a dome of lenders.
Looking for credits in denial is a blessing of the heaven to the Earth.
The days I see the daufters in the strangled survival mode.
The days I begged without bragged for a packed of charcoal to cook a meal.
The days I picked without pained from discarded charcoal from the catered Heath's in the suburbs times.
The days I did never think of what to eat but what I see.
The days I had never known what to do but what come to do.
The days it revealed the pangs and pains of the destitute.
I took those days as an honoured hours of a great blessing of the nature.
I saw the traces of days in the eyes ball of my offsprings.
I was always saying "hamudullah"
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