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Raised as an orphan, turned out to be a trader with honesty
Praised by Meccans, as the only one recognized for integrity
Used his common sense, refusing to worship their deity
Excused himself in seclusion, at the Hira cave for piety.

Freight he had at the sight of Gibrael
Surprised he, the Prophet selected for all
Recite in the name of Almighty and avail
Wise he became with boosted wisdom by this call

Praise be to Allah, the Creator and Sustainer of Universe
Guides he sent in thousands, to all nations when they reverse
Raised Mohamed as the last, affirming the previous to enhance
Phased revelations from Him, compiled in Quran for our guidance.

Pelted with stones by the natives, cool he was to forgive
Dwelt never like executive, welt marks by the mat inexpensive
Spelt not to be discriminative, told all should be cooperative
Dealt the poor with receptive, knelt in prayers submissive

Message from the unlettered, several wondered how
Presage logic when heard, locals responded to bow
Outrage from the dominant, Pagans planned to overthrow
Patronage plea when rendered, loyals migrated to outgrow

Noble man with integrity, barred alcohol since addictive
“Gobble not orphan property�, banned girls to be buried alive
Humble he was even as mighty, suggested freeing of all captive
Crumbled the rivals in justice, granted amnesty to massive

Secular constitution of Medinah, first and foremost for mankind
with resolution of free trade, Jews shared with us for a common bind
Peculiar distribution of equal rights, just established for womankind
Either execution of ladies or kids, forbidden forever so don’t grind

Creed in God One with deed done right
Plead to God alone submitting day and night
Feed the needy, and fast for thirty daylight
Need no intercede for a seat in heaven straight




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Mohamed, son of Amina and Abd Allah
Unaware, he was the last Rasool-ul-lah,
Selected by Allah, Subhanata Alah
Swear and declare: "La-ilaha Il-Allah"

Free will, we have to do right or wrong
Born we with built in enmity all along
Flee from evil thoughts to prevail headstrong
Horn when blown, in paradise you'll belong

Islam means peace, and we submit to laws of The Supreme
Adam to Mohamed never preached us to be extreme
Know us by reading the Quran before you start to blaspheme
Allow us to explain with logic, sure you'll admire with high esteem





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The legacy of the Chosen One
May be his miracles, like the splitting of the moon.
But what is the wonder in splitting the moon?
What is more spectacular
Is that he was more beautiful than the moon.
But don't be distracted from the light
Emanating from that moon-lit face.
What is to be cherished
Is the light of his knowledge and guidance.
But what is more remarkable of the Chosen One
Is the excellence of his deeds and worship
That were a manifestation of that knowledge.

But O brother or sister in humanity,
Do not be mislead.
His legacy was neither his miracles,
Nor his beauty,
Nor his knowledge,
Nor his deeds.
His legacy encapsulates all these traits
Like a lamp encompasses a flame.

Truly, the legacy of the Chosen One was his character,
A brilliant light that radiated from Madinah
And illuminated the world,
Bringing life to the hearts of people.
He was shyer than a young virgin,
Yet more courageous than a lion.
He was more merciful to mankind than a mother is to her nursing child,
Yet he had a sense of justice that even his enemies submitted to.
His generosity was as limitless as the ocean,
Yet his home was comparable to the size of his grave.
Indeed, the Chosen One was only sent to perfect character,
And indeed, the Chosen One was of an exalted character.


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O Cloaked One,

Your companions saw your light,
While we only see the light of your guidance.
They inhaled the fragrance of your perspiration,
While we enjoy the fruits of your perspiration.
They heard your greetings of peace,
While we can only send you greetings of peace.
They touched your seal,
While we can only follow the seal of Prophethood.

O Cloaked One,

Your companions invited you to their homes,
We can only invite others to your way.
They witnessed your smile,
While we can only bear witness your Prophethood,
They asked for your prayers,
We enjoy life under the shade of your prayers.
They shielded you from swords and arrows,
While We seek your intercession to shield us from the great punishment.


O Cloaked One,

Indeed, your companions were worthy of your company.
And though we have been chosen to be a member of your Ummah,
I know not if we are worthy of inheriting your legacy.
If only I could ask for your cloak and wrap myself in it.




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What is love, that it should live upon a tale told,
Not about a deity, nor a son of God,
But, to light the hearts of men, told about a man
Who sought the truth and, finding it, was mocked, denied, outlawed,
Fourteen hundred years ago? Can love endure this span
Of dim, descending years, yet rise still stronger, brighter, bold?

Philosophies decline, and systems spread their reddening rays,
But every soul alights on Earth with a sparkling, minted mission
To know the world, to know itself, and then to know its Lord.
All innocent, it strives and grasps, and learns that its ambition
Moves the world and, likewise moved, forgets why it was poured
From heaven down upon the ground, and in the mud it plays.

Here, amid the mire, we know our sordid game must end.
Confused we are, and desperate to get clear away and clean.
The more we wipe our eyes with dirty hands, the less we see.
Some sink into the muck, lamenting. Some cry out, “Who has seen
A path that leads from God to firmer land, or who can be
A sky-inspired guide, a helping hand, a trusted friend?�

Muhammad is his name, the work of God upon the ground.
Trained, by tending sheep while young, in tenderness to serve,
And by the desert wind to know that life is strife and prayer,
He swore to stand for justice, truth, and love, and never swerve,
And where he spoke, heaven shone, and angels gathered there
In awe, for on this Earth no nobler message could be found.

Wisdom rolled from off his tongue like oceans, deep and broad.
Familiar was his heart with all our sins and sighs and bleeding.
Father, husband, legislator, warrior, prepared to ride
On wings of mounting faith to heaven, then descend to leading
Out of darkness stumbling souls like us, and take our side
When we declare, with love: "Muhammad is the Messenger of God!"



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I remember a sortie of warriors, keen in pursuit
Of the enemy, armed from helmet of iron to boot,
The huffing of camels, the harnesses jingling,
The spurting of sand with each step, and the tingling
Of spirits expecting to meet, any moment, the foe.
The report was of God, and Muhammad had told us to go.

He was with us, among us, beside me, I heard him recite
From a chapter, the fourth in our Book, that demanded we fight:
Be not weary in seeking that folk, for if you
Are in pain, then they suffer as much as you do,
And from God you can hope what can never be theirs to aspire.
By Allah! Those were words that out-burnt any desert-born fire!

We could read, from the stride of their beasts, they retreated in haste,
And I saw, on the Messenger's face, the longer we chased,
A smile of contentment descend from his eyes
To his lips. When we reached the next rise,
He lifted his hand as a signal that we should desist . . .
The hand, I remember it clearly, I wish I had kissed!

You have rode to the battle like heroes, and heroes you are.
For the devil himself was in flight, and his fear drove him far.
Yet no matter how long we pursue, he'll be back
In our midst, and by detours and byways attack
The defenceless among us, our ignorant, poor, and oppressed.
So turn to our homes, for our fight there is better, and blessed.

More than one thousand years have elapsed since the forces of sin
Would flee at the sight of our swords; now they make their way in
Where our Prophet predicted they would, and we sit
While they feed us their filth. (We're addicted to it.)
O Muhammad, our hearts! Speak to them once again as you spoke!
I remember you said even more . . . but alas! I awoke.




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I was born in an age graced by neither saint nor sage,
Full of scorn and defiance for any higher hope than science.
Against the span of such a creed, all the cleverest agreed
That a man like Muhammad would never succeed.

Or he was good for his day, in a hazy ancient way,
But he would, if he could live among today’s elite, give
To this new world order, to each Islamic bank and border,
His approval, and be their imam and rewarder.

The complacency I heard, through the stuffing of each word
That these fable-mongers spoke, was enough to make me choke.
For I smelled in this drivel, slick and comforting and civil,
The short-selling of truth on the drum of the devil.

For Muhammad, then, I sought where words could not be bought,
In the coming of the morning, in the birds with song adorning
Every spilling of the sun over glassy gems begun
With God's chilling the dew on the grass He had spun.

And I found him in the faces of the children, of all races,
In their boundless innocence, for they still have the sense
To believe in beings higher than their knowledge can acquire
And receive with fresh wonder each dawn of desire.

In the friendly, fervent murmur of a heart growing firmer
With every mention of Allah, I could start to feel the awe
That Muhammad felt for God, so I no longer thought it odd
I could summon that love from the tongue-steps he trod.

Everywhere that God is lauded, I heard Muhammad's name applauded,
In the character displayed by one who's stumbled, stood, then prayed
To be forgiven when he failed, or by a lady who has veiled
And made living for God her whole faith and her shield.

As Muhammad means “the praised, I have seen his spirit raised
In the humblest and the highest, alike serene, patient, pious.
Like the sunlight whose tresses gird the clouds that it blesses,
From Muhammad's success come our thousand successes!




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where am I going with this? huh can't see clear, been walking through this fog for a couple of years.

by the look i though it would rain but it was only my tears. holding on or not letting go because of

oh is that the reason why I'm still sitting here? will somebody answer this question, heard a voice

looking at everyone else enjoying there blessing, got me going to the shrink for a session, falling

when i lifted my eyes I saw the thread of dawn, caught between night and day is what was wrong. I have.

it was written just as you read,i have something to live for i have a creed. I have my blessing i am


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Isn't it a wonder how time goes by
But the practices of Muhammad herein lie
Maybe it's a culture that flows within us all
But maybe, just maybe it's a deeper call

For Muhammad was a man, but with a message
The walking Qur'an, mankind's heritage
His aim, peace and submission in every land
Striving constantly through the hot desert sand

Throughout Makkah, he was al-Amin
The Most Trustworthy of all, Muhammad was seen
He taught religion, he founded a state
He built a nation, defined to us fate

He was a moral guide to those around
He was a political thinker, his knowledge profound
A faithful friend, a military genius
A wonderful companion, an administrative colossus

A devoted husband, a wonderful companion
A loving father all in one
From paganism and idol worship
Arabia soon had Islam on her fingertip

He was an aid to those alive
For Allah and Islam, Muhammad did strive
National solidarity and cohesion he helped to solve
Tribal quarrels and wars, he worked to dissolve

Bringing man from drunkenness to sobriety
From debauchery to piety
From utter moral bankruptcy
To high standards of moral excellency

So Muhammad, a messenger, was not any man
He was the best of all who stand
Aim to walk the same steps to attain Jannah
Send peace and blessings on Muhammad, al Mustafah.



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All praises are due to Allah (SWT); The Creator and Fashioner of best of creation.

The Huq in human fashion
Styled by The Creator to fit all humanity.
Suited in a smile and sweet voice that's coated in honey and date scents.
Processed in sense, logic and faith in perfect proportion.
Assertion into Arabia to convey complete Quranic
Verses where tribes simply thirsted for portions.

Submission cloaked in ethics and good morals, preaching.
Ayahs walking as if the earth moved from under them and
Surahs personified while acting and orally speaking;
The ultimate testament and evidence of Divine presence.

A testimony to the love of Allah, for Allah, through Allah.
Witness to Trials and tribulations;

Turbulent situations testing the limits of human tenacity
In the form of Rasulullah filling the spiritual capacity
Of the peninsula. Bringing order to worldly calamity.
The Prophetic seal sent as a mercy upon humanity.

The husband that all men have aspired to be:
The perfect man all women are inspired to meet.
The exemplification of the essence of love with
Speech of the most beautiful poetry a writer could read.

A sight to see, like a starving man with a bite to eat.
He incites our creed like a beacon of light that leads
Our right to read with right tajweed. I write to plea;
My eyes would bleed at his vision of his kind of deen.

I rest my pen, pray, bless him, then
Begin my prayers to meet him in
Jannah's folds. The sun unfolds;
The One who holds this orphan's toll,
Tongue and soul will show His thrown
And in the shade, lo behold!
Muhammad and his Ummah's shown.


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