I am your guest now. Cover me with your blessing and shower me with compassion. I have taken refuge to your doors, from a storm that has nearly blinded me and a darkness that has frightened me.
I have fell so many times and have hurt myself so badly that I can barely walk. My back is bending from the weight that was put on it and my shoulders are tired from carrying so much load. I feel ill and weak.
I have been told, that this is the place to heal. I have been told that this is where I should go. I have seen people coming out of this place happy and strong.
I have heard a lot about you. I have heard that you are kind to your guests, no matter who they are. I have heard that you can cure all my pains, all my sorrow.
O month of Ramadhan, let me take your hand, to fly with you above this mess. Let me feel the beauty of your presence.
I may not be able to visit you again in my life. And I don’t want to get back there any more, unless you first give me the strength. I am afraid that if I go there again, I will be fully blind this time, I am afraid that my back may break if I go back and my legs will be broken if I fell again.
I am afraid of the dark out there. Help me with a torch. I am worried about the storm, help me with a shield.
I know of so many great people who were your guests and never ever had to worry again. I am not as good as them, but I am in more need than them.
Will you open the door to me? Will you let me in? Will you allow me to rest at your place?
O month of Ramadhan, let me stay for a while, as it is so cold out there, and I am already feeling the warmth of being with you.