Muharram poem by Naba Tawhid
Artwork and poem submission by Naba Tawhid, Toronto.

Muharram arrives with a quiet grace,
A sacred month swathed in reflection and peace.
The moon appears, and hearts grow mindful,
Turning toward gratitude and prayer.

Its days carry a sense of reverence,
A reminder to walk with patience and care.
In the stillness of its nights,
Faith feels a little closer, a little clearer.

Muharram is not a season of noise,
But of thoughtful moments and sincere intentions,
A blessed beginning to the new year.