When Islam was only in my custom.
They said “say La IIaha IIIa Allah, …
My mind said “How simple and no struggle in this, …
Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,
But this was not to be my fate
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what’s right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Braveness shone from the edge of his blade,
His smell was always of fragrance,
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.
That strangers could not recognize 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 Ta’if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
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?
Don’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 SAWS is a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is … MY BELOVED
I love You ever be.