After the toil of the hot day,
Ramadan,
as the weary afternoon withers,
like a light evening breeze you come to me,
Aadila,
like a cool spring,
like iftar at sundown after the evening prayers.
You come to me as the sweet,
soul-nourishing food.
And the desert echoes your song
of milk and dates.
You fill me
with love, Aadila,
you fill me with the sweetness of a prayer.
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Aadila at Sundown
by Ananthan K P, Aadila Yasmin M