Priceless Grant

The moment I woke up Tiredness granted me Good morning With all the strength I had I prayed what I could Collapsed into bed Agonized with fever And throbbing stomach aches I lied in my bed Shaking.. From the cold Wrapping myself with rugs of clothes Constantly feeling the urge to throw up Nausea covered me, surrounded me And I waited It was Ramadan Food or water I was not allowed to have A pill of drug or medicine I starved But I waited Three hours were ahead I had no intention of wasting my fasting I wondered here and there The painstaking headache pursued me And buried me in ache The trash can beside me awaits The upcoming throw up That didn’t arrive In pain I lied The smell of food protruding from the kitchen Smothered me Causing my stomach to hurt and hunger even more To my laptop I went Motionless and lifeless as ever I sat there waiting for the call Waiting for the call of the mosque Granting me the allowance to eat And so it did I stood up, shaking in my clothes To the kitchen I headed Like a lousy drunk I looked To the food, to the water I took my pills I drank my juice No feelings of hunger conquered me I lost my appetite I left the table Dizzy and sore I fell to the couch Like a mummy indoor The feelings, the headache, the soreness Continued still I said thank God for my health Lying there, as my family watched The shows ahead Not a moment in this life I will remember less Because at last I realized the price of health What I lost I remembered still And God The merciful granted me What he took from me Because of a reason I lacked knowing yet