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Praise be to Allah swt for this favour

Poem by: Salma - Luton, UK.

Allah( swt) answered our call even before we called upon him
Ya Muhammad the praised one
Ya Nasir the helper to you we make homage, praise be to Allah swt for this favour……
 
Ya rasoolallah  you are The Key of Paradise, The Source of Faith, The Source of Truth, The Guide to Plenty, The Selected One, The Purifier of Good Works,
 
O Muhammad  Lord appointed you to be a light to mankind a beacon for the nations...
Lord chose you as his rasool Bearer of glad tidings, and a Warner, and as one who invites to Allah by His leave, and as a Lamp spreading Light."
 
O Most Noble one your zikr is conveyed in both worlds your  name in the heavens is Ahmad
Ya Nabiallah your light shines so intense the stars submit to you but conceal their prostration and the sun shields its eyes from the radiance of your noor 
 
Mustafa Mujtaba the selected one the father of Qasim Muhammad the son of Abdullah Should I write about the time he forgave the city that stoned him or shall I sail through the rivers of tears that he dropped in anxiety for the human race or write how Murtaza the beloved one broke his tooth for us at Uhud and bled at Ta'if,
shall I converse about his home that was made of just mud and straw or maybe write about how Muhammad (saw) the leader of the two worlds how his neck was stepped on in sajda……
 
Blessed Soul The Essence of Glory, The One who has Praise, The Sultan, The Possessor of High Degree O dear father of Fatima Zahra you are our pride and prestige, -
 
With all his hardships of being a messenger, to Allah swt never did he give a frown he is our role model the best of mankind
 
Ya Allah help us to be more like Muhammad (saw) your beloved slave and messenger and O Allah send your blessings upon him.
 
Allah  speaks: verily you Muhammad are an exalted standard of character, peace be upon him the day he was born and the day when he died and the day when he will be raised alive.
 
May my life be sacrificed in the way of Muhammad Mustafa who in the world is so much loved,
 
O seal of the prophets may Allah swt forgive me how tiny how little can these words reflect  a noor of your blessed soul that shines so  far and so distant…!…

 

 
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How can we praise you after the praise of God

How can we love you truly after God’s attachment to you

How can we truly follow you when Allah decreed what he knew

For if it is your form, perfect like Mt. Sini

Then we know, the moon was jealous

If it was the light from your essence

Then, even the sun falls short in your presence

Your perfection in character

Your mercy to creation

How many tears have I shed?

Hopes in fulfilling your mission, by God’s permission

If only they knew

It was the flower in you

Your heart so pure

Even the sinner can find succor

The orphan, the widow, the poor, even the oppressed

All found more in you then just succor

Answer our question, O beloved of God

Please except us, even undeserving we are

I would have bled to be those stones you held

Rather I would have accepted death  itself,  just to catch one more

For you know I would have never fled

It is you that brought my heart to life

I know strife would have been my path

If your light had not shinned on this poor breath

 

 

Oh crier, cry

Oh caller, call

The beautiful is Alive, real, there to respond.

So here I am, waiting at your door

Waiting so patiently just to get more

Of that love so much does the heart alive adore

 

 
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I don’t want to look at beautiful things no more
I see them and find myself in admiration praising you
If time is to be spent then its best spent on you
 
Feeling of emptiness beseeches me
Sorrow is filled when I am in admiration
I see what is beautiful but not the one who made it
O why I am I left in despair, darkness, loneliness without you
 
Suspended between appreciation and curiosity
I am in search of the real you
Left empty as I don’t have a clue
Clueless is the only acknowledgement I have gained
 
The more I admire the more fearful I am
Scared I might not meet you before it is time
Only live once, so I want to make the most of it
Know the one who created me
Yet you’re here with me, I don’t know you
 
Admiration is a stream of love amongst many
Love is the gateway to the one
The one is one of everything
I must know
 
Pointless is life to die without of you
Colourless is life to live without you
Mundane is life to spend without you
There is no point in religion if I am without you
 
Tasteless have become my tastes
Annoying are the voices of music
Empty have become my interest
Stupidity is the knowledge I have
Roughness has become the form I have taken
 
Lost without you
Waiting for you
To make it all rhythmic of love of my existence
My existence is crying for your acknowledgement
 
Lost in search, sorrowful I wait for you
I can’t find you; it is not my rule here
I wait for you to strike me with your might
Show me what love is

 

 
The month of splendour

 

I promised this month, to give due right.
To write a few lines of verse in the night
For the master of messengers upon whom be peace.
Who was sent to creation in the west and the east.
This month, alas has reached near end,
But with myself I couldn't contend
One moment, to stop, reflect and ponder. 
To think about God's greatest wonder.
This world alluring with its traps and snares
Distracted my attention, diverted my cares.
From the Messenger who cared for people like me.
How ill is my fate? How wretched can I be?
But the clemency of Muhammad is far from unknown.
How many a lost soul has rebelled but was shown
Compassion and mercy in return for their crime.
Muhammed al-Amin never repays wrong with its kind.
So with the help of al-Fattah, thus I do begin
Some verses for my master, in praise of him.

Our Master Muhammed was of average height,
Yet never amongst men, but seemed taller in sight.
His striking complexion, fairness with red
Intertwined with perfection as the describers have said.
His roundness of face resembled the moon or the sun
Like an Indian blade we seek light from.
With black locks of hair he was beautifully clothed
Neither limp nor coarse, but wavy as if combed.
His fragrant grey hairs on his head and his beard
Were not due to the worries of the world he feared. 
Rather the state of his ummah on that day afflicted
And the trust he was given which the mountains rejected.
His physical dimensions seemed big abstract
Not thin or skinny, but perfect in context.
His joints were large such as his knees and shoulders,
With height and flesh he was of perfect proportion.
From his navel to his chest ran a line of hair thin;
Humanity has not known the like of him.
Most truthful in speech, even the way it sounded.
Most gentle in disposition such that his enemies were confounded.
His face was amazing, it inspired great awe
For those whom his face too quickly they saw.
It is Allah who veiled His beloved with awe
So creation would not combust out of the beauty of his form. 
He who gazed and said that his eyebrows connected,
His gaze was diverted to keep his eyesight protected.
For any man who valued the blessing of his sight
Would not directly stare and his eminent light.
Such that children alone in their innocence gazed
And later recounted those wondrous days
When the messenger was with them, amongst them, dispersing
Light of guidance, extensions of beauty uplifting.
His walk of tranquillity neither fast nor too slow
Treading gently as the servants of the merciful have shown.
We can go on forever but creation trapped in time
Is limited in its words, deeds and rhyme.
The likeness of Muhammad has not graced this earth
As though beauty was defined by the advent of his birth!
May the cool breezes of peace and blessings abundant
Be upon the greatest slave created in existence
And his companions and family, the ships of salvation
Guides unto good, rectifiers of our nation.
And thus I do end in hope of that station 
Of those serving Muhammad, the best of creation. 

 

 
The Poem of Restoration
Written as a gift for Mumtaz Ahmed Choudhary
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Sun of Creation
The Sun of creation more radiant is he,
A mercy manifest for all to see

Like moon’s orbit when he walked,
Pearls did scatter as he talked
 
Perfection embodied unlike any other,
Worthier of love than even a mother
 
The Key to goodness without dispute,
Fervent was he in heavenly pursuit
 
The Shimmering lantern The Drowning light,
My life be taken with him in sight
 
Matchless in beauty eloquent of speech,
His love and vision I do beseech
 
Attachment to him for this I pray,
Burdens and barriers keep me away
 
A pauper I am you are The King,
Burning desire makes me sing
 
A glance by you be heaven on earth,
Ease Tahir's pain and better his worth