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A true sense of patience with a deep sense of love,
This Imam who displayed a sense of impressionable courtesy; all done for The One above!

An extreme to be kind, an extreme to be strong,
An extreme to defend the weak; the Saadiq enjoining right and forbidding wrong!

Tears falling remaining Mashkuur in a prolonged sajuud each night;
His countenance exuberating with the nuur of breathtaking spiritual delight!

Why is it he called to submit and to pray?
The pillars of charity, fasting and faith; salaah 5 times a day!

Zikr'Allah in His heart and constantly on his tongue was found,
Duas in every aspect of his life; His Names decorated his every sound!

Humble as if equal to us yet honoured with ascension in Miraaj;
Crumbled would have mountains yet he remained firm and steadfast!


Even when all stood in Jannah and Jibraeel requested he lead;
He yet hesitated but accepted with grace and such depth in piety.

He is who you ask leading the way on Siraat ul-mustakeem?
Meaning the path of believers; leading a nation of one dream!

In Ar-Raheem who did trust, for His Mercy striving to achieve;
To Al-Khaliq he returned from Whom he had come to be!

As if the world before him a rollercoaster of prophets and tribes in history;
All written in His Perfect Plan to one day welcome the final complete prophecy!

Give me the moon and sun in my left yet his praise in my right remains more dear to me;
Allah is due all Subhanallah; who Himself bestowed upon us the greatest Mercy!

The Ahmad and Aziz, the Khalil, Ameen-o-Akeem;
Who personified Islam, an ocean of iman and brought the miraculous Quran Al-Hakeem!

I present to you Muhammad, The Praised One, the Greatest Nabi Al-Kareem;
Whose last words shall echo through the Day of Judgement ummatee ummatee ummatee!



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Ask me how I got here and I only know that
by Allah I was put here, put here to decipher
coded mercies imprinting a galloping steed, that runs
down treacherous paths,
exhibiting love for articles of shallow depths when
fulfillment goes all the way back, more than 1400 years have
gone while I try to remember why I was put
here. I push back the little trinkets warping his path that
I try to pursue, most of the time in the distance I arrive
just to glimpse his shadow walking away, because I have left my
kite too far out into the dark sky, when his
light is where my journey begins but until I'm strong enough to
move distractions to abandoned fields, I'm still waiting in the threshold.
Nabi, O my Prophet!
One particle, that I am of your Ummah, a
quixotic dreamer that is in need of an imprint of your exalted purity,
retrace for me your outline
so that I may step inside for protection from the
travesty of forgetfulness of how much I've left
unfulfilled of your glorious light upon this world that we
verily have let dim in pursuit of grasping grains that make us slip
when you are the anchor that Allah has blessed us with
x-ing out what does not have place near Allah's throne,
you are the only one that can bring my weary travels to a
zone that is our end into the realm of Allah's 99 mercies of which you are one



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(A tribute to the Holy Prophet's ability to give life, even in death)

Divine Eloquence demanded
Siraaj-um-Muneer(1),
For souls embrace life, gently wrapped in your rays of love.
Out of dormant deserts of depravity,
You awakened fruits, undreamt of.
I am neither deceived by your setting,
Nor the suffocating shroud of the invading night;
For you, my Beloved, gave birth to many moons,
And nourished the stars with guidance and light.
Men, like moths, wrestle
The riddling darkness,
Trekking terrains of death and destruction;
Thirsting for the mere light in your shadow,
And enslavement to your instruction.
I bear witness to this resurrection –
From a lifeless sepulcher did my soul depart.
Your footprints mark my black stones(2),
And you have become the Ka’aba of my heart.
Snide archers swarm around your
Perfection,
Aiming envy at all they never could;
But let these rhymes stand firm and strong,
As Talha’s hand upon the hills of Uhud.
A sentinel of fourteen frustrating centuries,
Mourns their venom forgotten;
Yet your name continually pulses with praise,
By the millions you have begotten.
The invigorating fragrance of Hedjaz
Lingers on…
Long after your demise;
But your Sunnah and Shariah(3) continue to give life,
And in the West, this Sun will now rise.


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Authors explaination
From separate email by author
-Asif B. 9/19/06

My Dear Brothers & Sisters,
As-Salaamu Alaikum, wa Rahmatullah.

Insh-Allah, you and your Families are enjoying the blessings from Allah, and Allah Alone. May Allah abundantly reward you for such a noble idea as a poetry contest in retaliation to the insults hurled against Rasoolullah, SWS.
Explaining the poem I have written could easily exhaust an entire volume, but I felt it required a brief explanation of the deep thoughts from which the verses emanate. Poetry tends to stretch the boundaries of orthodoxy, and the following is a very brief explanation in the event anyone misunderstands my verses as unIslamic, promoting kufr (disbelief):
The title “Rising Sunset� is reminiscent of the verses in the Quran 84: 16 to 20.
Divine Eloquence demanded
Siraaj-um-Muneer,
For souls embrace life, gently wrapped in your rays of love.
Out of dormant deserts of depravity,
You awakened fruits, undreamt of.
Only Divine Eloquence, the caliber of which the Quran is, could have the sophistication, loftiness, and spiritual depth to have named the Holy Prophet SWS as Siraaj-um-Muneer (al-Quran refers to the physical sun as a “light-giving lamp� in Al-Furqan verse 61; and refers to the Holy Prophet SWS as the same in Al-Ahzab verse 46). Thus, Holy Prophet SWS is likened to the physical sun. The physical sun is the center of this physical solar system, around which all planets revolve. In the same likeness the Holy Prophet SWS is the center of the spiritual universe, around which all messengers and previous prophets gravitate.
All physical life on Earth depends upon the physical sun. Similarly, all spiritual life is dependent upon the Spiritual Sun, the Holy Prophet SWS. The example of the Holy Prophet’s love and mercy was such that it breathes new life into one’s spirituality and constantly pushes one to achieve higher moral development. Thus, he was rightly called the “Excellent Exemplar� in the Quran (Al-Ahzab verse 21). In addition, the Quran testifies to the immense love the Holy Prophet SWS had for people – to the extent he would happily grieve himself to death on their account (Al-Shuaraa’ verse 3).
When the Holy Prophet SWS appeared in the deserts of Arabia, it was a dead land, both physically and morally. The world in general was at its lowest and darkest abyss in terms of spirituality, and was drowning in sin. The Arabs led the charge and were considered the lowest class by all of their neighbors, particularly the Persians & Romans. However, after the Holy Prophet SWS had sown the seeds of Islam, a spiritual revolution took place and these people started bearing fruit (in the form of their virtue & accomplishments) so much so, that the Arabs spiritually ascended from the state of animals (nafse-Amaarah) who indulged in their drives and desires, to the level of angels (nafse Mutmainnah), fully obedient to God’s Will. The Arabs were accustomed to drinking five times a day, but after Islam they began to pray five times a day. The Arabs rose through the ranks and became rulers and leaders in spirituality, sciences, literature, art, and administration within a matter of decades. This testifies to the caliber and magnitude of the Holy Prophet’s unequalled accomplishments.
I am neither deceived by your setting,
Nor the suffocating shroud of the invading night;
For you, my Beloved, gave birth to many moons,
And nourished the stars with guidance and light.
It would have been easy to think that once the Prophet SWS had passed away, and the empty darkness of kufr (disbelief) ensued from all fronts, that his Message might have lost its potency. Chaos from the hypocrites and the temptation to sin soon invaded as satanic attempts to choke out the accomplishments of the Holy Prophet SWS. However, I fell not victim to such deception owing to the fact that he left us the inheritance of Mujaddids (Reformers who appeared at every age – Abu Daood) and scholars. They appeared as moons illuminating the night, with no light of their own, but merely reflecting the light of the Holy Prophet SWS, the Spiritual Sun.
In addition, his spiritual fruits nourished the Sahaaba (Companions) RAA and Ulama (Scholars) so that they would be like stars giving guidance throughout the night1 [The Holy Prophet SWS said, “My Companions are like the stars, whosoever of them you follow you will be rightly guided.� Al-Jami al-Saghir fi Ahadeeth al-Bashir al-Nadhir] There are other ah-Hadeeth supporting this same concept of people in the Ummah who would be like the moon and stars.2
Men, like moths, wrestle
The riddling darkness,
Trekking terrains of death and destruction;
Thirsting for the mere light in your shadow,
And enslavement to your instruction.
History bears witness to the spiritual revolution which manifested amongst the Arab Nation. Men, as if they were moths, fought through the dark temptations of sin and sensuality, seeking the light of the Holy Prophet SWS. They had to “kill� their desires (i.e. their ego/nafs/satan) and become one with their Beloved, the Holy Prophet SWS; yet this was a death they heartily welcomed, both spiritually in terms of fighting sin, and physically as martyrs on the battlefield.
As moths naturally incline towards light, and once they find it, they sacrifice their lives for it and die; so did these men naturally incline to the Holy Prophet SWS with love. However, by enslaving themselves to the Shariah and killing their “nafs� or their ego (their satan), they gained Eternal Life in Paradise.
The light in the shadow of the Holy Prophet SWS, was enough to satisfy these moth-like men. History cites the magnitude of their sacrifices for the Holy Prophet SWS and Islam.
I bear witness to this resurrection –
From a lifeless sepulcher did my soul depart.
Your footprints mark my black stones,
And you have become the Ka’aba of my heart.
I am not just writing about this magnificent change brought about in the early Companions, I personally testify to it and my soul is proof. As it is falsely alleged that Allah raised Jesus AS out of the sepulcher after three days (Galatians 1:1); I state truthfully that the example and teachings of the Holy Prophet SWS have breathed into me new life. He has given me life as is mentioned in the Holy Quran (Al-Anfaal verse 24), and I am grateful to Allah, Alhumdulillah.
I then go from the sepulcher’s stones of death, to the black stones of spiritual life.
The Holy Prophet SWS stated that the Black Stone was shiny and sparkling, but when it came to the Earth, it became charred black. It may have been a comet or meteor which became charred black when it burned with gravitational friction as it entered the Earth’s atmosphere. However, when it landed, it marked the place where the first House of Worship would be built by Divine Decree. In similar fashion, every footprint left by the Holy Prophet SWS marks the place where my love and devotion is directed, and they have thus, become as black stones to my soul. The Holy Prophet SWS has become the Ka’aba of my heart in the sense that he is the central focus of my admiration, love, and respect, and magnetically attracts me around him, in the same fashion as the revolving planets are drawn in by the gravitational pull from the sun.
Snide archers swarm around your
Perfection,
Aiming envy at all they never could;
But let these rhymes stand firm and strong,
As Talha’s hand upon the hills of Uhud.
As is the case with every great achiever, the Holy Prophet’s life giving abilities attract swarms of enviers, similar to swarms of locusts which seek to destroy the harvests of fruits and crops. The Holy Quran advises us to seek Allah’s refuge from evil enviers who seek to undo the knots of tightly-bonded relationships of love (Al-Falaq verses 1 to 5). Allah protected the Holy Prophet SWS from all such attacks and kept his honor in tact in the face of all the opposition.
However, today there are new enemies who, baffled by the intensity of love Muslims have for Muhammad Mustafa SWS, launch wave upon wave of verbal arrows against the Holy Prophet’s character. As the Holy Prophet SWS was protected back then, he is protected today. They cannot undo this bond of love.
My poetic testimony stands in the way of their assault as Talha bin Ubaidallah RAA stood in the way of the volleys of attacks aimed at the Holy Prophet SWS in the Battle of Uhud. The opposing pagan archers ascended onto the hills and launched waves of arrows at the Holy Prophet SWS. Talha extended his hand to shield the face of the Holy Prophet from the arrows. Arrow after arrow pierced into Talha’s hand, but this valiant companion would not move his hand. So many arrows penetrated his hand that it was disabled and later amputated.
Years later during the caliphate of Ali RAA, when the Muslims were fighting one another in civil war, a man offensively referred to Talha as “the one-handed�. Another companion rebuked the man saying, “Yes, he is ‘one-handed,’ but a very blessed ‘one-handed.’ You should know that Talha’s hand was amputated because he used it to shield the sacred face of the Holy Prophet.�
A person asked Talha after the Battle of Uhud, “When the arrows were piercing your hand did you feel the pain and cry out as a result?�
Hadhrat Talha replied, “Yes, it was painful and I wanted to cry out, but I did not utter a word for fear that my hand might shake back and leave the Prophet’s face exposed to the next arrow.�
A sentinel of fourteen frustrating centuries,
Mourns their venom forgotten;
Yet your name continually pulses with praise,
By the millions you have begotten.
For fourteen hundred years, the Holy Prophet SWS has been insulted. However, those same centuries stand witness to the futility of those attacks. The attackers have long been forgotten, however, the Holy Prophet’s glory continues to grow greater by the millions who are seeing the Truth of Islam (who have experienced the spiritual “rebirth� that Islam conceives within one).
The fact that the Holy Prophet SWS is still insulted to this day, shows that his opponents acknowledge their defeat. In fact, this is an admission of their failure to destroy him and Islam over the last fourteen centuries. They are still trying to kill him.
The invigorating fragrance of Hedjaz
Lingers on…
Long after your demise;
But your Sunnah and Shariah continue to give life,
And in the West, this Sun will now rise.
The fragrance of the Holy Prophet’s example continues to enchant people with that wonderful spiritual revolution which took place in the barren deserts of the Hedjaz 1,400 years ago. Even in death, his legacy lives on in the Sunnah and Shariah he left behind.3 They continue to quicken the souls of those seeking Truth.
The Ah-Hadeeth foretell of the sun rising from the West in the latter days, and when it does, the people will accept Islam.4 Muslims are responsible for upholding the honor and respect of the Holy Prophet SWS, the Spiritual Sun, and instilling his principles in their lives. Once the people of the Western Nations learn and witness the true character of the Holy Prophet SWS, they will begin to accept Islam in large numbers, insh-Allah. It is now time for Muslims to unite and realize this opportunity for the victory of Islam. Muslims must rise to this challenge and take on the garb of conquerors. These are battles to win over the hearts of non-Muslims. However, this war will be waged with the pen and the spirit of those who embody the lofty principles taught to us by the Holy Prophet Muhammad, SWS.





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Would that winds of the hijaz,
Still haunted my sleep,
Bidding me to awake and visit the one,
By whose generosity I exist.

O would that this dead heart,
Could flee back to Medina,
And bow down once again,
Where his blessed feet led prayers.

O pillar of the palm-trunk,
Elevated in station for eternity,
I still hear your weeping in the night,
As it is joined by my own.

Yet while my body drowns in sin,
My soul flies back to the Safe Haven.
Holding on to the rope of Allah,
I find myself in front of his blessed face.



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Majnun kissed walls,
Of Layla's village, driven mad by love.

How can I walk a step,
Without embracing existence?

Rumi found that the lover’s heart raced,
At hearing the name of her beloved,

How can my heart continue to beat,
In this deadly rhythm?

Ali slept in a bed of death,
Only enraptured with the commands of his beloved,

How can I survive a night,
Without surrendering to the stabbing memory of love?

You are pure and beautiful,
Both your soul and your form.

God concealed your beauty from us,
So that we would not be annhiliated in your vision.

Your gaze was always down,
Your glance was too powerful for us to bear.

You are a mercy,
Both in your life and your death.

How can I deny my love for you?



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I went to your door,
And returned to pain.

Now there is no home of my own,
I long to be a faqir at your threshold.

Don't deprive me of my homecoming,
But call me back to your heart.

Let me sit in front of you again,
Let us again speak in silence.

Let me find you waiting for me,
Opening the doors to Him.

Let me sit forever with these hands open,
And let me die in your sight.

When I rise,
Take my hand,
And lead me to Eternity.



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In the desire to bathe in your glow, I embarked on a lifetime detached,
I began to ferret for the truth amidst this illusion, and found that to you lacked a match.

Beyond this life lays true love that in this world we cannot apprehend,
And although our hearts drift about, to what, we fail to comprehend.

You are but a moon, removed from a starry abode,
Yet neither are you an apparition, nor from us remote.

We yearn to fathom your form, in the depths of the nights' mysteries,
And until your breeze freshens our life, our existence shall remain in misery.

You were appointed as a seal of prophets till the end of this tempting time,
Such that your seerah is embedded within our hearts, and serves only to remind.

No longer is it possible to restrict us to cozy and idle confines,
We must journey towards you without wavering hearts or minds.

Every cosmo I desire aspires to know you until its fill,
Yet how can what is empty compare to that which acts only within divine will?

I say latent are we, bereft from honesty,
It is only you, who lies far from our fabric of vision that emulates true chastity.

I shall not be content with the mirage of colors in this universe,
In seeking to walk within your footsteps, this worldly creation I shall curse.

I yearn to emulate you within my anxious soul, so I shall begin with a confession previously untold,
In front of your door, disheveled I shall fall, seeking my freedom from this inner cold.

Kindle a blazing fire from the depths of this wayfarers' soul,
Restore my bond with an-Nabbi, allow the hidden mysteries time to slowly unfold.


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No words can describe...No poems can be enough ..
Speaking about the Prophet...the mission won't be tough ..
The best man ever walked on this earth ..
in year 570 , the humanity witnessed his birth ..
Muhammad the faithful , trustworthy..People in Mecca they knew
yet endless oppression they will cause him to go through ..
In "Hira",he retreated in meditation,
he never bowed to sculpture...or any of this deviation ..
God has chosen him to convey the message..
"Proclaim in the name of the Lord who created.."Angel Gabriel Stated
this recitation ..was the beginning of the Muslim Nation !
Our Beloved Prophet , the kindest heart he possessed ..
any one should follow him , he is surely blessed ..
he cried, it was "Us" whom he was missing
The ones who loved him although they didn't see ,what blessing !
A husband , a warrior , a preacher and A leader...
he taught all the Umma ,though he wasn't a reader..
O prophet ! the lifetime from Adam till The Judgement day
will never witness one like you , and I say !
you corrected us from deviation , from leading astray
cleared the straighten path , On you I pray !
you suffered a lot to deliver this religion ..
you never surrendered , you had the right vision
you showed compassion for all humanity ..
You were the most honoured with out any vanity !
it was Almighty God who taught you ..
you ensured all the ethics we need to know .
you completed the message before your go
My role model , the one I love
the one who carried God's words ..revealed from seven above !
you were a gift to all mankind..like you I can't find ..
you went to the lord and left us behind ! (( I will follow your Sunna ..myself I remind ))



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There was a time in a far land when Allah sent us a Man,
to teach us our Religion and recite to us Quran.

Peace be Upon Him Muhammad was His name,
and through the Angel Gabriel was how the knowledge came.

When Muhammad was a young man Alsadiq AlAmeen,
He was loved by all the people so purified and clean.

Respected and looked up to through out the peaceful land,
all He spread was goodness across the desert sand.

Khadija Bint Khouailid whom He loved most of all,
She stood beside Him strongly as He went through big and small.

His best friend Abu Bakr was nick named Alsiddiq,
for trusting in Muhammad when others were still weak.

They helped Him on His journey to spread the message clear,
that Islam is our Religion and Allah we all must fear.

When His mission was over and Islam became so strong,
Muhammad prayed to Allah to help it carry on.

So now it is our duty to teach all that we know,
and benefit each other so that Islam will always grow.


Laila Taha



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He sat down by the stream cooling his face

From ablutions made in pools of soft white light

Reflecting the laconic personality of the iconic Star -

Both near and far simultaneously.

Down by the stream ablutions are made into the parallel universe -

Unseen by none but those elemental inhabitants

Who compose and conduct floral symphonies -

Visibly sweet smelling fragrances found in them and in him.

Made subservient to him,

From subterranean streams they soften the earth into clay

Producing mineral rich soil in toil and struggle -

Nourishing those subatomic roots that shoot depths down -

Sprouting as the leaves of his right hand and his angelic command.

Beyond the horizon there lies a modest plot of land.

A small section just outside space and time

Purchased for no less than complete selflessness.

Covered thick with the foliage he seeded

He weeded out all troublesome and noxious growths.

And upon purifying the underground rivulet

Freshwater dreams and revelations wet

His forehead in out-of-body ablutions.

Submerging in the springs of many a Holy Attribute

He resurfaces in a vapid earth, in the midst of an arid desert,

With water still clinging to him.

So what does he do?

Takes a towel, wipes it off and wrings it out over the earth.

This water, when tapped wholeheartedly, irrigates the inanimate

And animates His ornaments from dormant states in our hearts.

Apart from the adornments in this life

He was given an arboretum

With streams where one can make good ablution.


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