My Beloved !

[biG mOm]

A Poem About our beloved prophet Mohamed "ppuh"

 

A poem about Our Beloved Prophet Mohammed

 

 

There was a time in my youth,

When Islam was only a custom.

They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..

And pray, you'll go to Heaven."

 

 

Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,

Just a word, and simple act.

Thereafter I'm absolved in this world,

With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.

 

 

But this was not to be my fate

For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.

I learnt of a man who struggled so hard

When his mission was difficult from the start.

 

 

The story of someone who had morals,

Spoke gently, kindness as he knew.

Never fearing to say what is right,

His conviction in ISLAM was true.

 

 

The touch of his hand was as soft as silk

To comfort the 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.

Valour shone from the edge of his blade,

Every heart and soul he adored.

 

 

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 small children.

So modest, so humble, a perfect example,

That even a stranger could recognize him.

His eyes slept very little, for nights were precious,

His prayers he treasured much greater.

To wake and pray in the depths of night,

Seeking forgiveness, and being near 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,

Yet, 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?

Don't you wish to be around his fountain,

A burning desire to drink from his hand?

 

 

So love him more than all creation,

Our Leader, OUR Humble Prophet.

Muhammad (SAW) was a mercy to all mankind,

And to me, he is MY BELOVED !

[Thinkerman]

That was beautiful Big mom plz keep more coming this way