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**MY BELOVED** ****************** 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.”
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,
With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
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.
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.
And bled for me at Ta’if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is ************
MY BELOVED !
