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Tuesday, June 26, 2012


In the land of Ibraheem before the Elephant or Abu Jahl
                a prayer was cried to the Maker of Prophets
                Allah the Beneficent, Most Magnificent of all
In the shade of the Ka’aba father and son did beseech
                the Most High in Whose Hands all things are in reach
                                “O Allah!  Raise from among our future selves –
                                 those submissive to Thee – Your Chosen One
                                 to purify, to teach the Book and make us see
                                 to guide us true with wisdom nigh
                                 and raise us up towards You on High.”
And so it came to pass like all things decreed
                that Aaminah was blessed with salvation’s seed:
                Muhammad Mustafa – may peace be upon him
                God’s Light for the world – our protection from sin
Not even in youth, being orphaned and tried,
                was his love for the truth ever marred or denied
                While his friends all sought pleasures too many to number
                God’s Hand pressed His Shepherd away from sin into slumber
Who could have foreseen from such a humble beginning
                the Prophet of God under fire – yet still winning
                at Badr, out-numbered, sand clenched in his fist
                in defiance he yelled through the dawn’s early mist
                “I am Muhammad!  God’s Prophet and the son of Abdullah!”
                as he threw forth his sand ‘twas not his hand but Allah’s
And so through such trials and numberless tears
                was the Deen of Islam sent in 23 years
From Jibra’eel to Muhammad – the man for all peoples
came the faith pre-ordained to bring down all church steeples
                                and put shame to the lie that God was of three
                                or that Jesus could die being hanged on the tree
For a great man declared for the whole world to hear
                “Jesus died at 120 – he’s entombed in Kashmir.”
In the fourteenth century after Islam’s first Adhan
when the Light of Muhammad was jeered at and spat on
There arose from the East in the land they called Punjab
among Hindus and Sikhs a man born for the mehrab
A Persian foretold as Muhammad’s reflection
to bring all men to Allah from every direction
From the Light of Allah in the form of Muhammad
                to the night of Islam before the coming of Ahmad
                                when the full moon once dark burned bright in the soul
                                of a lover of God crying out to be whole
In the silence and weeping of prayers after
                did Allah raise Ahmad as the Defender of His Light
                                to champion and spearhead the rebirth of Islam
                                his pen was the sword, his demeanor tho’ was calm
He was hailed as a Lion, as Islam’s messiah
                but when God made him Mahdi, he became a pariah
                Denounced and defamed by some who once called him ‘friend’
                                history tells of the ruin that would soon be their end
For the seed of the Mirza was planted in true soil
                destined for blessings like a bright flame in pure oil
                As Muslims our example is Muhammad – we all know
                in Ahmad our proof that God’s Light can still glow 
                                The Straight Path to Him is ever before us
                                our clarion call to salvation sonorous
So strive hard, my brothers, in the Way of Allah
                the religion of Peace and the Prophet’s Sunnah
Make steadfast your hands to the onslaught of arrows
                Hold true to your pledge when your path in life narrows
                And give up what is dear of your worldly gain
                                for the loss of the next life is the only real pain
And don’t shirk from the call of Hazoor and say “See yah!”
Stand up and serve proudly – you’re Jama'at-e-Ahmadiyya!

[ Written in Aug. 2001 and delivered at a Nat'l Khuddam Ijtema poem competition, the word "Muslims" was originally "khaddims" and "Jama'at-e" in the last line was orginally "Khuddam-ul". . .    -- the author.]

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