The Prophets (a.s)

Subject: The Prophets (a.s) Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:30 pm

The Prophets (a.s)

Adam (a.s) came down to the earth filled with shame,
He’d done wrong, repented, and did not complain,
For Shaytan had tricked him into committing a sin,
But Ar-Rahman showed mercy and would give him kin.
His descendants would be so divided,
By colour, faith and would be guided.
First messenger, first man,
He must spread Islam and repent,
To bring his people to heaven,
Was his only intent…

Many have strayed from the path that is true,
More Messengers sent down to guide us through.

There was Isa (a.s), Jesus, one miracle to be,
Born without father, but not God’s son was he.
Curing the leper, allowing others to see,
The blind now saw their Lord’s bounty.
They claim you’re god, so pray that they see
Allah is One and Almighty.

Ibrahim (a.s) we widely remember,
Of the prophets he was a member.
His family idolaters, yet he took no part,
He decided to take the idols apart.
He destroyed all idols save one,
The biggest was needed for the job to be done.
Back to the destruction, enraged they cried,
Ibrahim did this; he detests our works of pride.
Calmly he answered; ask that idol, not me,
Stunned they replied, what ails thee?
How can this statue converse with us?
Though laboriously made, is still lifeless.
The prophet’s response was simple and clear,
You say this idol can’t speak or hear.
Then answer this, now and truly,
Why bow down to this and act inhumanely.
By slaughtering your daughters so young,
O people can’t you see you’ve done wrong?
Yet they ignored him and chose Shaytan,
And tried to kill a prophet of Islam!
Unscathed from the fire intended to kill,
The flames cold by Allah’s will…

Firaun was afraid his power would end,
His tyrannical rule, (now a trend),
On his order baby boys were killed,
But still all was as Allah willed.
Baby Musa (a.s) was safe, floating in the river,
Firaun could not have known what it would deliver!
Taken into his household, brought up as a son,
By the man who’d murdered countless to destroy this one.
Tried in vain to slay this prophet, sent by the Devine,
Who said, O Musa you are a Prophet of mine!
As a man he was pious, a prophet true,
Ran away but returned; he had work to do.

Allah said, O Musa show him my Signs and Path,

Yet Firawn declined, soon to taste Allah’s wrath.
Firawn and his army pursued with one thought;
To obliterate Musa and followers was what they sought.
Then, trapped between army and sea,
His followers despaired; they faced death, Firaun mad with glee.
But Musa stayed firm and by Allah’s command,
Split the Red Sea with a wave of his hand.
Crossing to safety, with Firaun still behind,
Sea crashed down and Allah’s wrath destroyed his evil mind.
Cursed is Firaun by our Lord, Ar Rahman,
Cursed by the merciful, he was thought the follower of Shaytan…

His lineage respected, pious and pure,
Revealed to him was the Final Law.
Best of creation,
O Beloved Nabi,
The ocean of love,
Shining Nur and mercy.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

A city lies in the desert sand,
A city touched by a holy hand.
A city with a now famous name,
Makkah, yes the very same.

Amidst slaughter and sin,
Lies and deceit,
A man emerged,
With whom His Message was complete.

Iblis tried to tempt them (mankind) and lead them astray,
But His Messengers would guide them to His chosen way.
Of all of the prophets Muhammad (s.a.w) was the last,
And his was the greatest and most important task.
Through mankind and Jinn his message must ride,
Allah’s laws, all must abide.
To spread nur and deen was his role,
Muhammad (s.a.w) blessed was his soul.
Greatest of prophets, Islam his only goal,
Muhammad (s.a.w) mercy upon his soul.

Seek the soul of the holy Nabi,
Before you is the heart of purity.
To spread nur and deen was his role,
Muhammad (s.a.w) blessed be his soul.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

His grandfather Shaybah, unearthed a well,
A well with a great story to tell…
Hagar running forth seven times,
Between Safa- and Marwa too,
Prophet Isma’il (a.s) stamped his foot,
And Zamzam water gushed and flew.

This was a great blessing enough indeed,
For Abdul Mattlib was not a man of greed.
He couldn’t have know his son would be,
Beloved father of the holy Nabi.

Six months before his beloved son was born,
Abdullah returned to Allah,
And the Prophet’s (s.a.w) heart was torn.
Six years after the blessed dawn,
Of the day when the prophet (s.a.w) (into this world) was born,
His beloved mother
Amina passed away,
For the prophet this was
Indeed a dark day.

And so, according to Allah’s plan,
He went to his uncle, Abu Talib,
The chief of his clan.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

He became a merchant,
With a reputation true,
For being honest and fair,
A prophet through and through.

Later he met noble Khadijah, so beautiful,
A woman of truth, the mother of the believers
There to comfort Ya Rusool in his hour of need
His beloved wife, respected, a true Muslim indeed.

Sayyidiyah Khadijah was unique,
Blesses with piety,
Promised Jannah, was wise,
Blessed with sincerity,
Her outer beauty veiled,
She knew both love and pain,
Twice she was widowed,
Though successful and wealthy, she was not vain.
One of the first to accept,
Islam as her deen,
She sought to please Allah,
And increase the Muslimeen.

From them a great generation grew,
But only their daughters saw the Prophethood through.
Their most beloved daughter,
Was Sayyidiyah Fatimah Zahra,
Married to Ali, Lion of Allah.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

In the cave of Hira sat the holy Nabi,
Suddenly a voice cried out to thee.
Read! In thy name of thy lord who created…
And so the Quran was first dictated.
This is the Final Revelation to Mankind,
Yet to this fact the Quraish were blind.
Fools were they to try an deny,
The Shahadah believers testify.

Sahabi were companions to the best of creation,
To whom was given the greatest revelation.
Battles were fought and blood was shed,
Following Allah and the Prophet, wherever they led.
They fought to preach that Allah is our Lord,
Threatened with death and martyred by the sword.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

The people of makkah tried to tear his life apart,
But god infused strength in his pure heart.
The people ridiculed the Islamic name,
Yet no response did they gain.
Slowly the number of Muslims grew,
Tortures and pain they closely knew…

Desert heat scorched his back,
This Muslim slave, so noble was black,
Boulders placed on his chest,
This Muslim slave knew no rest.
The whip cuts him, again and again,
He’s worked way past the point of pain.
“Who is your god?” his master cried,
“Allah,” the pious Muslim slave replied.
In fury his master kicked his head,
The sand around him blood-red.
By Abu Bakr as Sadiq he was freed,
The best of Sahabi, the prophet (s.a.w) agreed.
Bilal, first muezzin, promised paradise,
By the power of Azaan many were enticed…

The greedy Makkan idolaters,
The sinning, evil conspirators,
Plotted to murder the prophet (s.a.w) as he slept,
And to his house, armed they crept.
They pulled back the covers,
In shock they gasped loudly.
To find not the prophet, but a lion,
For in his bed was brave Ali.

In the year of sadness,
Many did mourn,
The death of two great Muslims,
Many followers forlorn.
The beloved first wife,
And loving uncle were gone,
The prophet filled with strife,
Yet he was strong and carried on.

Aisha was the last wife of the blessed Nabi,
Also promised Jannah for eternity.
Beautiful, modest, one of the four,
Open for her is heaven’s door.

Not a lie did he utter,
So nicknamed Al Amin,
Al Mu’alim, our teacher,
He taught us our deen.
He illuminated nur,
His soul so pure,
The mercy to mankind,
With even enemy’s in awe.
He was the best of creation,
Given the Final Revelation.
He was Muhammad (s.a.w)…

A moment still remembered,
Over 1400 years to this day,
Was the Prophet’s farewell speech,
Confirming the true way.
The Era of Ignorance ended,
The Message spread to all,
With Allah as his witness,
He had fulfilled his call.
And how we mourned,
As he returned to Allah,
For by the next year,
He’d left dunya.

His mission complete,
Aisha by his side.
Down blessed cheeks rolled blessed tears,
As the seal of the prophets cried for all his fears.
Up till the last breath escaped from his lips,
He prayed that his Ummah would find success.
He prayed we wouldn’t be deceived by worldly desire,
For love of dunya would be dire...

All who gazed at thy holy face,
No matter what colour,
No matter what race,
Opened their eyes and saw…

Your strength, your beauty,
Your courage, your purity.
Your wisdom, your piety,
Your iman, your surety.

Your beauty, so noble, so pure,
Blazing white bright with nur,
How can anything be so pure, so untainted?

How you suffered so much,
Yet you were the shoulder to lean on.
Though insulted and abused,
For spreading lies you were accused,
You remained patient and smiled.
You bore the greatest burden,
As mercy to all mankind.
Though pain erupted in your heart,
You would not fall to your knees.
Though whole armies faced you,
You remained armed only in your faith.
With the power of one dua,
You could have crushed Ta’if,
Yet instead you made dua for me…
You prayed that your Ummah would find success…
Up till the last breath escaped from his lips,
He prayed that his Ummah would find success…

The Muslim Ummah is strong and pure,
For the disease in men, this is the cure.
As the Ummah of the Prophet, blessed are we,
Not bombs or death can corrupt thee.

Send peace and blessing on our Messenger
Allahumma Salli wa sallim wa baarik alaih.
La illaha ilalla Muhammadur Rasulullah salallahu alaihi wa sallim.

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