Soulja Girl
Umm Abdullah
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Read this in a book and thought I'd share it wiv ya'll! :statisfie
My Beloved...
There was time in my youth,
when Islam was only a custom.
The said, "say Laa Ilaaha Illallah,
and pray, you'll go to Heaven."
Ah, how simple,
no struggle in this,
just a word, and a simple act.
Thereafter, I'm absolved in this world,
with my "assured" place in Paradise intact.
But this was not to be my fate,
for Allah chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard,
when his mission was difficult from the start.
The story of someone who had morals,
spoke gently, kindness as he knew.
Never fearing to say what is right,
his conviction in Islam was true.
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk,
to comfort the crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
never complaining, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
the same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
every heart and soul he adored.
His smell was always of musk,
and cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
who stink of beer and sweat.
He held the hands of his companions,
unashamed to play with small children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
that even a stranger could recognise him.
His eyes slept vet little,
for nights were precious.
His prayers he treasured much greater,
to wake and pray in the depths of night,
seeking forgiveness, and being near to his
Creator.
He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
and bled for me at Taa'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
just so I could have this belief.
His enemies admired his teachings,
uniting every religion, every clan.
Till Islam came to every corner of the world,
yet, indeed, he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth,
was not his main concern.
To establish Islam was more essential,
to bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don't you want him to plea for your case,
when before Allah, the Judge, you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
a burning desire to drink from his hand?
So love him more than all creation,
our leader, our humble Prophet.
Muhammad - was a mercy to all mankind,
and to me he is my beloved...
There was time in my youth,
when Islam was only a custom.
The said, "say Laa Ilaaha Illallah,
and pray, you'll go to Heaven."
Ah, how simple,
no struggle in this,
just a word, and a simple act.
Thereafter, I'm absolved in this world,
with my "assured" place in Paradise intact.
But this was not to be my fate,
for Allah chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard,
when his mission was difficult from the start.
The story of someone who had morals,
spoke gently, kindness as he knew.
Never fearing to say what is right,
his conviction in Islam was true.
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk,
to comfort the crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
never complaining, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
the same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
every heart and soul he adored.
His smell was always of musk,
and cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
who stink of beer and sweat.
He held the hands of his companions,
unashamed to play with small children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
that even a stranger could recognise him.
His eyes slept vet little,
for nights were precious.
His prayers he treasured much greater,
to wake and pray in the depths of night,
seeking forgiveness, and being near to his
Creator.
He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
and bled for me at Taa'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
just so I could have this belief.
His enemies admired his teachings,
uniting every religion, every clan.
Till Islam came to every corner of the world,
yet, indeed, he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth,
was not his main concern.
To establish Islam was more essential,
to bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don't you want him to plea for your case,
when before Allah, the Judge, you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
a burning desire to drink from his hand?
So love him more than all creation,
our leader, our humble Prophet.
Muhammad - was a mercy to all mankind,
and to me he is my beloved...
