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There once was a Sahaba who had risen up in the night

And happened upon his master finishing his ablutions.

Starring in the uppermost horizon in his eyes -

In its gleam - thought he caught a glimpse of a not-so-distant stream.

Upon spinning 'round the harsh desert was reconfirmed

And thus concerned in a moment of down flux he entertained:

'Is God's promise a mirage of the desert?'

But sure enough the Messenger stood before him

Exhaling breath aromatized by otherworldly arboretums.

Through the darkness his beloved master led him,

And in those footsteps he followed for some time until he

Thought he heard sounds of running water coming from somewhere

Out there beyond the suffering sands that try man so.

Under bear feet he felt a dampening of the earth,

So in gratitude he knelt prostrating his brow at the water's edge.

Heard his master splashing further in - calling out to him.

'How submersed in the stream my master must be,' he thought.

'Will he be completely drowned?'

So he waded in, into the stream, into its deeper waters -

On this, his final night - and found the Messenger floating face up.

As his master looked to the heavens, he looked to his eyes

And thought he saw the moon

A millennium and a half into the future - reflecting.

Thought he saw legions of stars of various stages

From various ages, brightly burning in designated places.

Upon collapsing in battle the following day he was affirmed.

And thus returned in a moment of ascension he ascertained:

'The world was a mirage of the desert in a believer's resolve.'

In this wonderful place of clarity he awaited his master's return,

Eagerly anticipating the long journey they have ahead of them

Into the otherworldly arboretums.


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My pen quiver......with reverence,
With pride it upholds,
The dignity of bygone moments,
Etched afresh in history - authentic and genuine,
The life of our Beloved Prophet (pbuh).

At times ...... when encumbered
was world with misdeeds,
Did Allah send his messenger to lead!
Perfect and enchanting,
Composed and inspiring,
Peerless and commanding,
Straightforward and enduring,
Generous and righteous,
Honest and modest,
Gentle and trustful,
Patient and merciful,
Forgiving and loving was HE.

Till day...... in distrust
do the miscreants dwell,
Unable to divulge anything against,
For,flawless is the life of our Beloved Prophet(pbuh)
Dejected...often, they resort to earthly traits,
Mockery and Cartoons were the latest to defame!

Hey ......... Behold O mortal !!
Reminiscence.......
For, what did thou gain?!!
Truth is Truth !!
And will Always Reign !!



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Like the father who ruled and guided
Like the mother who loved and sided
As the sister who we always protect
As the brother who saw everything direct
Like the grandfather who showered wisdom on us
Like the grandmother who protected our wronged fuss
As the friend who always understood
As the lover never part they would
Muhammad (SAW) a mercy for this world
All relations will in our eyes unfold
For he was all our relations in one, so lovely
After Allah, he stands for his ummah only


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Centuries ago,
when,
all the horizons vanished,
as the sight went blind,
.....and the darkness prevailed!
The hope surrendered,
the despair thundered,
..........and the fright trailed!
The humanity suffered,
the cruelty occurred,
............and generosity failed!
The pleas spellbound,
the gods dumbfound,
.......and the prayers not availed!

Then, the MASTER took mercy,
and sent that LUMINARY ,
to shine on the sky of ignorance days!
I could never SEE HIM,
as always idols came in between,
and my attention went astray!
I can't be a BELIEVER,
when my heart is ECLIPSED,
and my very own self betrays!

SW

Dedicated to Beloved Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)



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Stepping in
with shade stirring 'round.
The body of the best
lies on palm leaves on the ground.
Wet eyes look out
at reflecting marks sunk in;
lucky enough to mar
the best of creation's skin.
And 'Umar cries.

Empty stomachs twist tightly
and burning eyes squeeze shut.
The flow of emotion pouring out
from 'Umar's twisting gut.

And who's soul would not soften
and who's heart would not break
at such humility overflowing,
of love which all could partake?

Close your eyes and open your heart
that the love may begin.
Send your blessings to
each mark on his skin.
Hear the hearts weeping now,
in reverence with all eyes joining in;
as 'Umar cries.


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I am a prisoner. In the dark of the night I was taken from my child and wife, my captors believe that I am as dangerous as a sheath holding a knife.

I will speak not of the events in the blaze in the light of day, but only of the cool embers of memories of the night, for these are sweet veils hiding the tears that blur my sight.

As I lay on a makeshift mat and dusty pillow my back binds and mates with the fabric and my blood soaks through. In this haze my first happiness was found and my eyes saw a window with bliss strewn.

By a moonlit door stood Bilaal (RA), tall and elegant, his face bathed in warmth and noor. His hand held a bowl and he silently poured zam zam over my back and its waters cooled my skin's burning fire.

He (RA) beckoning me forth to a place of fragrance and noor and through the door I saw the Kaaba where thousands upon thousands of Angels (AS) floated in worship like pearls around the Kaaba which shone like a diamond.

With Bilaal (RA) by my side my heart guided me in Tawaf and the happiness of the night returned back to the blaze of the day.

Hunger spidered through my body and my heart yearned for the warm glow of my family and home. Would my wife hold our child and re-tell my stories untold?
My body ached in empty and bloody pangs and I prayed to be close to that first dream again.

As night blanketed across my colourless window, my eyes dimmed with sleep and a gentle voice beckoned me to walk through jade lit veils. And under a date tree stood Khadeeja (RA), her face beheld in radiance.

With a hand she offered me a bowl of zam zam and dates. And words of comfort enveloped my heart and quenched my desperate body.
And the blaze of the day returned.

As I was thrown to the floor by the end of the last day little was left of me.
With my last breath, my lips formed the words that I once heard but understood only the meaning now. La illaha illallah, Muhammadun Rasoolullah.
For this was not my land, these captors were not my brothers and their religion had not been mine until now.

And finally the blaze of the days left me and sleep descended upon my eyes, my heart and my soul. Gone was the dust, dirt and the pain and sweet perfume and intense happiness surrounded me.

Before me, stood the most beautiful of human beings by a river of milk. Like the stillness of night, his hair weaved in soft black silk.
With a gentle face radiating like a moon he smiled warmly and seemed to cleanse the tears that rolled unconditionally from my eyes.

Walking towards the river, his long robe caressed the grass which wept with happy dew and greeted his presence. Each feather of grass shimmered like diamonds with the touch of his cloth and stretched longingly towards him as he passed.

He is the Prophet of Islam (sallallaho alaihi wasallam) and as he led me to the river Kawther my heart soared with happiness. With water pooled within his blessed hands, he tenderly beckoned me to sip from them and with this I felt tranquillity.

By his side my heart was guided to walk with him and I yearned to meet my Lord.




May the Peace and Blessings of Allah's (SWT) Unlimited Mercy with upon our Dear Beloved Prophet (sallallaho alaihi wasallam), Ameen.


Synopsis of meaning of this poem.

The poem is literally of a man taken prisoner by unknown and unnamed captives. At the beginning of the poem the reader does not know that the man is a non-muslim and that the captors are muslims. I had wanted to show that the Mercy of Islam and Allah (SWT) can be Blessed upon anyone’s heart even at the most terrible of times. This poem was in no means indicative to suggest that Muslims are terrorists but to highlight the times that we are being tested by.

The term "blaze of the day" was to suggest that in the heat of the day the man endured untold torture and pain.

The terms "memories of the night" and "window" was to suggest the Blessings of the Unseen and how through each step of severe hardship Bilaal (RA) and Khadeeja (RA) came as Blessings and removed the sadness from the man and directed him to the light of Islam.

Bilaal (RA) was first to enter his dreams for several reasons. The man was by this point very badly wounded and feeling very alone. Bilaal (RA) tended first to his wound and invited him to perform the tawaf with the Angels (AS), thereby welcoming him to Islam and recognising his worship of Allah (SWT). I wanted to have Bilaal (RA) present in the dream as in life his voice called many to Islam and the worship of Allah, Maasha'Allah.

Having Khadeeja (RA) in his second dream was at a time when the man felt the pain of hunger and longed for the mercy of his wife and child. Khadeeja (RA) provided comfort to our Beloved Prophet (sallallaho alaihi wasallam) during his time of need and I wanted her to be present in his dream to symbolise the mercy that is part of her nature Maasha'Allah.


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He is the beloved of Allah
The beloved of those who submit
More beloved to us than ourselves
For he saved us from ourselves
Peace and blessings be upon him and his family

I was wandering in a stormy desert
Blinded by the swirling sand
Then he left his blessed safe haven
To guide me as he took me by the hand
And lead me passed the traps and snares
Which snatched at my feet through my journeying
And when I stumbled he raised me
Whilst I turned to find Him

And when I erred he forgave me
And during my darkness his forbearance was my light
And when I had nothing left he prayed for me
And gave me hope, that I could walk under his shade

And when I awoke I longed for his company
To feel his gentle touch and reassuring gaze

He was sent to heal us
And to spread peace among the lands
To lead is to the Eternal gardens
And to the perfect vision of our Lord


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I had built my life with walls of ice
Each brick as strong as steal and the edges of my home as sharp as glass

But the heart knows no ice and wants only warmth
And from the Blessed Prophet is light upon light, and peace upon peace
Blessed be his dwelling where I long to be near

So each brick will bend, each wall of ice will melt
And my home will be a mirror to my soul

And so I seek for his words of wisdom and blessings of his company
And I long for the day when I can see beyond this world’s agony

For the door to my home is beyond this realm
and my eyes seek the coolness of his path and the beauty of his gaze

I pray that on such a day forgiveness is blessed upon my wretched soul
And my Lord washes away my sins with ice and water

May my Lord Guide my heart and drench my soul with the sweet nectar of His Beloved Prophet (sallallaho alaihi wasallam)





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She awakes
at the glisten of the
moon, unsure of the time
Feeling the absence of the Praised
One of his arms, his sweet scent
A void. She shuffles from
her comfort her feet
toying with the cool floor,
damp, not dry, under
the glisten of the moon

Upon the soles of the nation
Paradise, warm tears flow
like a river over chaste
pebbles leading to the last Messenger
forehead on the floor,
facing Bay-tullah
tears flowing from his eyes
to the beddings he left empty

Why do you cry sweet husband?
Their hands meet in a clasp
she wipes his tears,
You've been moulded to human
perfection by the Creator.
Your sins forgiven, promised
has been Heaven why weep you
like a creation in repentance
He holds her hands
Then there is all the more reason
to express gratitude, in return,
to my Lord
my dear wife of crimson complexion.

Now she is to part with
seven dirhams in her hands to
the poor
He's unable to reason with
the coins that will jingle in her
pocket and his young wife facing
a loss so early in her life

Her distressed expression begs his kind
words that meet her ears
Entirely
like a child listening to her
mother's voice from the womb

But he says to her worried eyes,
I wish it were you who were ill and
in return to the Lord. I wish it
were you leaving this world,
before me -
His wishes of her death shake
her orbit of certainty

I would wash you and shroud
you. I would lead prayer over your
burial. My duas for you would
never cease, he pacifies
her quaking qualms

and she realizes what a loss to Allah's
ummah will his return to the Lord
be never to be recovered
like the seven dirhams
pressed cold against her
pink palms
and that will jingle
in her pockets









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I saw a smile this Summer, which
Filled my heart and soul
With wonder.
An aching in the depths of me;
A yearning
That no one else could see.

I saw a smile that moved me
True
Only because I caught a glimpse of
You.

What beauty, what a tender sight;
Lifting veils to cast
Light upon light.
I pray that moment of desire
Will fuel my aspirations, always
Higher.

I saw a smile that moved me
True
Only because it reminded me of
You.

In our hearts we can know, what
Words will never show.
From your smile we can feel, the
Warm and gentle glow
Of certainty
Grow.

I saw a smile that moved me
True
Only because it was a reflection of
You.

wa Sallallahu 'ala Sayyidina Muhammadin wa 'ala aalihi wa sahbihi wa sallim.




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