My Beloved

There was a time in my youth,
When islam was only a custom
They said, “ Say Laa Ilaaha Illaah,..
And pray, you’ll go to heaven.”

Ah, how simple no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
There after I’m absorbed in this world again,
With my ‘assured’ place in paradise intact.

But this was not to be my fate
For Allah chose to guide my heart.
Learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.
The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what’s right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.

Touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaning, he always smiled.


A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.

He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not atinged him.
His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.

He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Thalif.
He cried for me, tears of concem,
Just so I could have this belief.

His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don’t you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?

Dont’t you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
So I love him more than all creation,
My leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad saw. Was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is MY BELOVED