Last night I imagined an angel came
And took me by the hand,
we flew together far away
over sea and land.
We landed on a hilltop high
and looked down upon a town
and saw a group of people
with children that played around.
Then came a man dressed in white
whose perfume filled the air
the children stopped their playing
and sat in silence there.
This noble man had a face that shone
talked with words so kind
that tears just rolled down their
cheeks, a dry eye I could not find.
He spoke of Allah, our Creator
and that he was sent to guide
not just to that group of people
but to the world so wide.
I asked the angel "Who is that man
where is this lovely place?"
He told me "Prophet Muhammad,
in Medina, City of Grace

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