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FIRST RAMADHAN WITHOUT A FATHER 😩
In the quiet moments before dawn's light,
I feel the absence, the void in the night.
Ramadan arrives, a familiar embrace,
But this year, I feel it, a different space.

Your laughter, your guidance, no longer near,
Yet memories linger, bringing both joy and tear.
As I break my fast, I recall your gentle grace,
And pray for your soul, in this sacred place.

The moon rises high, casting its glow,
Reminding me of moments, now memories aglow.
Though you're not here to share in this holy refrain,
Your spirit lives on, in every prayer I gain.

With each passing day, I feel your love grow,
In the rituals we shared, in the lessons you bestowed.
So, as I navigate this Ramadan without your embrace,
I hold onto your teachings, your love, and your grace
© Muheyman