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EID MUBARRAK (SCRIBBLE, NOT A POEM)

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He who knows the story

Knows how to celebrate for his glory

Once, a prophet Ibrahim

Was ordered by Allah

To sacrifice his son

Who was known as Ismaeel

For He; Allah’s pleasure

Ismaeel was Prophet Ibrahim’s treasure

Whom none could measure

But he heeded the call of Allah

And Allah too ended his trials and testing

Of his beloved prophet

Muslims travel on pilgrimage like Prophet Ibrahim

Observing a ten day continuous ritual

Following Islamic calender of Rajab

The end, marked with sacrifices

II

This is the very same story

In the Christians Holy Bible

Where Abraham had to sacrifice Isaac

And God provided a ram

Freeing his beloved son

A sign that all are connected

III

So brothers make merry

And sisters, make merry

As you gain confidence

For something was nearly taken

From a womb like yours

Something was almost broken

In a heart like yours

Free of suppression

Pray and dance for Allah’s blessings

Whether your legs have seen the pilgrim’s land or not

You are part of this righteous celebration

That is marked for Allah’s praise and adoration

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

With help from Sofo Yumzaa

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Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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