Muhammad (salleAllahu 'alayhee wassalam)

Has it not occurred to you dear friend, the smallness of your (personal) calamity?
Considering that came the blessed, and then passed away
A creation so cherished that sought permission the angel of death
And acceded he after enquiring, “What of my people?”

Omar distraught by the episode, and Uthman lost speech
Medina in chaos
Had a wayfarer sought shade, fear would have carried him
A hundred miles away
Oh the sorrow in Medina, the day my prophet …

So, has welcomed your heart the swift gust of responsibility?
Have your hairs stood in fear, trembling?
What answer have I prepared to pass the account of the Most Gracious?
The day I would see Muhammad gather his nation, and see my own self, left alone

Have passed now centuries (a few)
As if tide at the shore,
Our nation has been in a state
Of constant ebb and flow
How would we taste success when tremble our hearts standing before people
Forgetful of the standing, the length whereof is fifty thousand years?

Have forgotten you and I
What consumed us after Muhammad
As what consumed the people of old,
Those of ‘Aad, Thamud, and Madayn?

And now has fallen upon the earth due to our very misdeeds
The calamity that witnessed Lut
Scream now and fall to weeping
Indeed we have all been miscreants since passed away my beloved
Peace and blessings be upon him.

I urge you therefore my dearest brothers and sisters
to repent for the past and begin life anew
a life of sincerity, devotion, and fearless calling
to the path of the Most High, as did the one nearest to Him
Peace and blessings be upon him

“Say, (O Muhammad, to mankind):
If ye love Allah, follow me; Allah will love you and forgive you your sins.
Allah is Forgiving, Merciful.” [The Noble Qur’an 3:31]

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Homesick

In the Name of Allah Most Kind Most Merciful

Between pillars tall, stands a me unknown
Gazing at the fountain (steps away), a tear leaves the eye,
Clearing dust (on mosaic beneath)

Creak open doors far yonder
Fields of lush green, fruits in colours citrus
As glides a me unknown
Meandering with the river, the wind in my face
Dives like a kingfisher and soars out (through rays of early sunlight)

I dream of stars and miles in endless space
Planets in orbit, stardust, and light
Meteors and comets speeding from space to earth ablaze
Causing formations, a pleasure to the worthy eye

Life, will end now or then, and shall creak open the doors far yonder
Doors to ultimate bliss, and lay I intoxicated
In the kingdom of my Beloved
The shuttering of pigeon wings at my windowsill
They too flew away, and so shall you upon burying me in my grave
The rainbow is in my garden far yonder, I dream of endless gain

The day come my Lord when You reveal to this poor man the secrets which lie with You
“No soul knoweth what is kept hid for them of joy, as a reward for what they used to do.” (Qur’aan 32:17)
When You teach Him that which You taught those nearest to You
My fore is in Your hands my Lord, You take life whenever You will,
Allow me to die as one whom You are well pleased with.
Someone to welcome me home…
Ah! Who better a host than Ar-Rahman?

One

O Allah

In the darkest moments,

Your light shines inside of me

In the coldest of nights

Your warmth fills inside of me

Would the day come...

When in hunger or thirst

Your remembrance would satiate me?

"The (only) Creator of the heavens and the earth! You are my Walî (Protector, Helper, Supporter, Guardian, etc.) in this world and in the Hereafter, cause me to die as a Muslim (the one submitting to Your Will), and join me with the righteous." [The Noble Qur'an 12:101]

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