“Quickly, Indiana!” Screamed his young sidekick
“Grab and bag that Ramadan
Before the beasts come quick!”
Indiana held his breath, outstretching his fingers
The kufi on his head slipping, sweat beginning to linger
That jewel, that priceless treasure stood
Tantalizing to his finger tips
Shining like an unearthly maid
Aromatic as a tulip
Gingerly, he took the jewel, in its place a sack of dust
Then he placed it in his satchel like a special trust
But as he retreated with a smile
He stopped for the ground shook
Short Round his loyal sidekick yelled:
“The beasts are off their hooks!”
Indiana seized Short Round and rushed along the passage
Behind them charged a savage beast, which roared:
“Come back and eat some cabbage!
Eat some meat! Eat some fish!
Eat like you’re a monster!
Put that Ramadan back in place and drink some Coca Cola!”
They barely gave the beast the slip
Hiding behind a gigantic boulder
When suddenly they heard a voice
And looked over their shoulders.
“Come on boys, just follow me, toss that Ramadan aside,”
Whispered this ravishing goddess, a feast for their very eyes
Her eyes were so alluring; her voice as soft as silk
“Come with me and let me show you more of my ilk.”
Indiana and Short Round turned away with great hardship
Suddenly, the goddess glared and shrieked: “right, that’s it!”
In a flash, she transformed into a giant bat
Indiana looked at Shorty: “damn! We’re in a trap!”
The bat swooped down towards them, red eyes and gnashing fangs
Indiana leapt on a rope and swung like an orangutan
On and on they swung on ropes
The giant bat in pursuit
But now the two stood on the brink
Of a gaping hole in all these ruins.
“We have no choice,” said Indiana, mournfully to Short Round
And just as the bat came into sight
They stepped forward and tumbled down.
They fell at a furious speed
The darkness swallowing them
The hole awoke and spoke aloud: “ha! Ha! You are condemned!
As long as you hold this Ramadan so close to your heart
You will continue falling until your life just falls apart.
You can’t handle all the change to your life and all the abstinence
You’re falling in a great dark hole
Which was once filled with your lusts.”
Indiana’s face contorted into lamentation
But Short Round looked straight into him
“Be still, you’ll get some orientation.”
Lo and behold, with just that thought
Indiana felt like he was floating
No longer in an endless hole
But in the central masjid, standing
No longer was he Indiana
But a lad called Imitiaz
Short Round was just his little brother by the name of Shiraz.
After the prayer, they stayed to listen to a talk by the kaazi
His talk of fighting off the nafs made Imitiaz feel foolhardy
Looking at his brother he remarked: “the things that pass your mind in taraaweeh!”