![]() The Prophet (P.B.U.H)A Poem by Sarah Ahmed
His soul would cringe seeing harm to his people
He was the man who was seen as the finest of equal He left much behind for all of us to remember Born in his clan and I've been blessed as a member Never following deception, but rather was leading Begging and pleading and always then interceding Undoubtedly speaking on all his people's behalf His hands raised to the heavens and his heart broken in half Fighting for the rights of his dying nation Asking God to save us and to grant us salvation Asking God to spare us from eternal damnation But his ways have been buried and shown no appreciation To the day he died he would pray day and night And the tears he cried were of shimmering light He had dignity and pride and taught all that was right With a smile to guide every blind in sight Assuring God to consider any sincerely done deed Even if it were equal to a small mustard seed Never would he proceed without providing our need Then remember without him, we would never succeed Have we now reached such a point where we've sadly forgotten? Every blessing we've received and the treatment we've gotten? He was always in prostration making countless requests For God to help his people on their journeys and quests The murder of his blood would be in front of his eyes Forgiveness to his enemies and mercy to his ties Without no second thought and without no hesitation Would he show love to God's most deadliest ungrateful creation He still remained the man of power after biding farewell So speak ill of him as you like until you die and dispel You will never understand the noble man that he was Because you died to kill him while he lived for us © 2013 Sarah AhmedReviews
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