Remembered as a child,
Mom and Dad taught me to wake up in the middle of the night,
With lazy and drowsiness hanging over me
My father guided me to dine meal with the family.
Meanwhile,
Mom presents a dish of toyyiban hallalan
Above the sacred plates full of hope
The hope of fasting is accepted by Him.
A few minutes later,
Father leads us to pray together,
With gratitude we begged
For all His blessings and blessings.
My Ramadan
Now I have grown up,
It's a really fast time,
Pieces of the story will be your journey
I have never forgotten until now.
My Ramadan
I welcome you as I welcome the door of His heaven
Allow me to embrace you in every breath of my breath,
To always be a servant who never forgets His duty,
To be a man who deserves to occupy His heaven.
