If The Prophet Muhammad Visited You?

If The Prophet Muhammad Visited You?

IF THE PROPHET MOHAMMAD* VISITED YOU,
JUST FOR A DAY OR TWO,
IF HE CAME UNEXPECTDLY,
I WONDER WHAT YOU WOULD DO.
OH, I KNOW, YOU'D GIVE HIM YOUR NICEST ROOM,
TO SUCH AN HONORED GUEST;
AND ALL THE FOOD YOU'D SERVE HIM,
WOULD BE THE VERY BEST.
AND, YOU WOULD KEEP ASSURING HIM,
YOU ARE GLAD TO HAVE HIM THERE,
THAT SERVING HIM IN YOUR HOME,
IS JOY BEYOND COMPARE.
BUT ... WHEN YOU SAW HIM COMING,
WOULD YOU MEET HIM AT THE DOOR.
WITH ARMS OUTSTRETCHED IN WELCOME,
TO YOUR VISITOR?
OR...WOULD YOU HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES,
BEFORE YOU LET HIM IN?
OR HIDE SOME MAGAZINES AND PUT,
THE QURAN WHERE THEY HAD BEEN?
WOULD YOU STILL WATCH FORBIDDEN MOVIES,
ON YOUR TV SET?
OR WOULD YOU RUSH TO SWITCH IT OFF,
BEFORE HE GETS UPSET?
WOULD YOU TURN OFF THE RADIO,
AND HOPE HE HADN'T HEARD?
AND HOPE HE HADN'T UTTERED,
THE LAST LOUD, HASTY WORD?
WOULD YOU HIDE YOUR WORDLY MUSIC,
AND INSTEAD TAKE HADITH BOOKS OUT?
COULD YOU LET HIM WALK RIGHT IN,
OR WOULD YOU RUSH ABOUT?
AND, I WONDOR ... IF THE PROPHET SPENT,
A DAY OR TWO WITH YOU,
WOULD YOU GO RIGHT ON DOING THE THINGS,
YOU ALWAYS DO?
WOULD YOU GO RIGHT ON SAYING THE THINGS,
YOU ALWAYS SAY?
WOULD LIFE FOR YO CONTINUE,
AS IT DOES FROM DAY TO DAY?
WOULD YOU KEEP UP EACH AND EVERY PRAYER,
WITHOUT PUTTING ON A FROWN?
AND WOULD YOU ALWAYS JUMP UP EARLY,
FOR PRAYERS AT DOWN?
WOULD YOU SING THE SONGS YOU ALWAYS SING,
AND READ THE BOOKS YOU READ?
AND LET HIM KNOW THE THINGS ON WHICH,
YOUR MIND AND SPIRIT FEED?
WOULD YOU TAKE THE PROPHET WITH YOU,
EVERYWHERE YOU PLAN TO GO?
OR WOULD YOU, MAYBE, CHANGE YOUR PLANS,
JUST FOR A DAY OR SO?
WOULD YOU BE GLAD TO HAVE HIM MEET,
YOUR VERY CLOSEST FRIENDS?
OR WOULD YOU HOPE THEY'D STAY AWAY,
UNTIL HIS VISIT ENDS?
WOULD YOU BE GLAD TO HAVE HIM STAY,
FOREVER ON AND ON?
OR WOULD SIGH WITH GREAT RELIEF,
WHEN HE AT LEAST WAS GONE?
IT MIGHT BE INTRESTING TO KNOW,
THE THINGS THAT YOU WOULD DO,
IF THE PROPHET MOHAMMAD*,
IN PERSON CAME,
TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOU.

Karbala! Oh Karbala!

by Masuma Fatima Hussain (12 year old)

JAHILIYA - required that Mohammed's (SAW) Ummah be saved in KARBALA
MISSION - with a purpose - It was in KARBALA
ASGAR - The infant - took an arrow to his throat in KARBALA
SAKINA - The child - lost her earrings in KARBALA
QASIM - The teen - trampled by the horses in KARBALA
AKBAR - The youth - speared on his chest in KARBALA
ABBAS - The warrior - was not permitted to fight in KARBALA
HUSSAIN - The Imam of the time - his head was raised on a spear in KARBALA
DEATH - With a smile they embraced in KARBALA
ALL - from an infant to a adult- gave in KARBALA
ISLAM - Dictated these sacrifices in KARBALA
ZAINAB - Completed the mission that started in KARBALA
ISLAM - Reborn with new vigor, once again in KARBALA
KARBALA! OH KARBALA! WE WILL NEVER FORGET KARBALA

Revelation, Muhammad, And The Ninth Moon

By Shaykh Ali Abu-Talib son of AbdunNur

Muhammad had been retreating to The Hijaz for years.
Some of his "kith and kin" had not so secretly harbored fears
That the "once outstanding youth" had gotten rich and gone mad.
In public, their put on faces were sad,
But within their closed door circle of hypocrisy they were so glad
That this "young upstart's" star was finally losing some luster,
That they made unkind jokes in their snobby, elitist cluster.
But, alone in the hills, away from phony foolishness and filibuster,
Zephyrs whiff and strong winds bluster;
And prophets angelically transcend upon the wind
To a level of perception only prophets can fully comprehend.
Muhammad was a prophet. So he could sublimely ascend,
And sit in on celestial gatherings most humans can not attend,
lest we lend an ear To things we can not bear to hear.
Impure souls would be burned While attempting to sojourn
To such a height in order to learn What fallible souls can only yearn
To discover through precious prophetic intercession.
At this particular prophetic transcendental supersession,
On a certain afternoon of the ninth moon forty years
After Allah, Glory To My Lord's Highness, brought sores and tears
Upon The Ethiopian Invaders and their elephant;
Muhammad received the first divinely revealed message sent
Since The Injeal of Jesus Son Of Mary.
Almost five hundred years had passed.
Then, at long last,
The Darkness was cleaved, and the Sun Shone once again
To graciously relieve we humans from the pagan oppression
Of not knowing The True Nature of The Infinite Unseen One
Who Has No Father, Mother, Daughter, Or Son.
This final Prophetic Scroll was called The Quran.
A guide to The Path Favors Are Upon.
Allah composed The Book on High, Himself.
It is cherished and kept on The Highest Shelf.
It was sent down by Allah through the Arch Angel Jabreel,
To fulfill Allah's Promise and The Prophethood"s Seal.
To challenge conjecture and misguided zeal,
To act as a guidance, to instruct and to heal,
And to warn the contemptible self worshiping liars
About the consequential tortures of hell's blazing fires.
While communing with nature, as only a prophet could,
Muhammad, as history tells us, was foraging for fire wood
When, there, looming
Large upon yonder horizon stood
A gigantic figure of a man.
It was no man.
The Arch Angel Jabreel, celestial and grand,
Had descended and took this form to issue The Divine Command.
Even the brave prophet
Who was wise to The Ways of The Spirit
Was awed by the breath taking sight,
And The Light surrounding it.
It was a mountainous being made of pure light.
And whether Muhammad moved his head left or right
He could plainly see
This lofty thing of celestial beauty.
"Iqra" The Command boomed Forth
Some say iqra says "read,"
Some say it means "recite."
The sublimity of this one word is forever lost
To we poor souls of dim wit and sight
Who are unworthy to touch the hem
Of The Prophet's famous cloak.
Furthermore, if we could see
The absurdity of attempting to invoke
A fantasy of the propensities of the celestial Jabreel,
We'd choke upon the word "Iqra."
It was fatally staggering
What Prophet Muhammad saw.
A point of clarification raised by The Prophet
Brought the command home again.
Iqra.
Even the translation "to proclaim"
Does not begin
To take aim and then transcend to what really dawned
That day upon man and jinn.
Muhammad, who managed to stay focused through
This supernatural event akin
To Moses and The Burning Bush, and Jesus conversing with Prophets
Elijah and
Moses, sought clarification one more time.
In the most sublime, profound, and perfect
Meter and Rhyme
The Glorious Arch Angel spoke.
Those first few verses did invoke
Primordial memories and profound musings
By it's Divine style, wisdom and wit.
I do not own to talent to relate it.
The reader would have to hear it.
And untrained eyes
Moving across a printed page, cannot hear.
And trained eyes who hold the knowledge
They possess to be invaluably dear,
Will testify that human voice and angel voice
Are most times worlds apart.
It takes a child of normal wit about one minute
To recite this first revelation by heart
Without any traumatic consequence.
But The Prophet experienced an empathic communication
With a celestial being who was personified Divine Illumination.
And because of the super celestial magnification
Of the messenger and the messages Divine Content
If the whole of it fell all at once the earth would have been rent.
As it was, what The Prophet heard and saw originally,
Allegedly caused him to experience pious quaking for days.
What a gift when a single ray from this super illuminated lamp
Seeps into our pitiful souls still blinded by the haze
Of seduction of Worldliness
Dressed up like a maiden bride;
Elitist egocentric mania;
Arrogance, false pride.
From that day for over 25 years, these revelations flowed forth
Through Muhammad onto the humanity like a tide.
That was over 1400 years ago!
At that time Muhammad was unknown.
But The Truth turns enemies to friends
And makes a "foreign" cause your own.
And with with natural help from God,
He conquered every foe.
That which was strange
Fourteen hundred years ago,
Are now known
Nearly everywhere one planet earth.
And only a bigoted fool could not see
What God's words have been worth
To the moral evolution of humanity.
But there are still foes to show
The Benefit behind The Truth of Muhammad's Mission
Which is turning each human soul towards total submission
Exclusively to The Lord of The Dawn
So we can be free from Satanic Slavery
And walk The Straight Path God's Favors are upon
Together in dignity, humility, and bravery.
There will those who will hear and accept.
And some will close their minds and reject.
Regardless. What happened that day was real
And every year you can expect
Over a billion folks to fast from sun up to sun down to commemorate
When, the earth was in darkness in need of The Light,
So Allah sent from heaven
A most awesome sight;
An angel with a little book
That a holy man humbly took
And ate it up.
And it was in his mouth sweet,
And with it, foul superstition
This man did defeat.

Abbas The Protector

By Ahmed Al-Hashimi

Oh Abbas the protector of Hussayn
Oh Abbas you like the tiger in pain
To get some water for your brother Hussayn
You were outnumbered and some thought you're insane
But you fought them with courage to protect your brother Hussayn
And when you reached the river you remembered the children of thirst
But when the betrayers hid behind first
The cowards attacked you from behind and they're cursed
They cut you from left and right
Yet with your teeth you still fight
As you fell oh great protector of Hussayn
Your Friends, family and Hussayn wept again in pain.

Kerbala And Husain

By Mustafa Jaffer KERBALA the land which bears the
Eternal message to humanity that
Right is might. The message written with the
Blood of Husain the Holy Prophet's (s.a.w) grandson
And his band of seventy two
Loyal and unwavering faithfuls
As they laid their lives in defence of Islam
Hot and thirsty alone sat Husain
Under the scorching sun sat Husain
Slain in defence of Islam, lay the band of Husain
As on the afternoon of Ashura with blood of Husain
ISLAM shall live with the blood of Husain
Never shall it die, long as lives the name of HUSAIN

Poem For Imam Mehdi (as)

In The Anticipation Of The Dawn You are called 'The Hidden Imam' because
you are out of sight, not that you are not present,
Being hidden, in the sense that one is not present,
is an unjust calumny. Those who believe in
it fail to see the difference between Advent and
Presence.
Your arrival, for which we are ardently waiting,
refers to your advent, not your presence.
Your advent will be a great marvellous occurance,
because your devout lovers have felt the
very pleasure of the long-awaited Imam (as),
On Fridays, they long for your arrival more
restlessly, and face the Quibla to humbly supplicate
the Author of the universe for His favor to
allow your advent come to pass soon.
And now, we, for whom you are the object of
love and devoutness and the torch for our noctural
mystic travelling, hum and hymm for waiting
for your advent.

Imam Husayn (as)

Many, Many years ago,
On the bloody field of Karbala,
A noble here faced his foe,
As champion of God's Faith and Law
Overhead, a scorching sun,
There were no shady trees
Beneath a burning sandy plain
With no refreshing breeze
A scion of Hashim's noble line
The hero of your creed and mine
His heroism will forever shine
The son of Ali, God's lion
His comrades few, but loyal and brave
Some' young, and some advanced in age
The record of whose actions gave
History its brightest page
Of worldly comforts they had none
no couch, nor rosy bed
To comfort their afflicted hearts
The Holy Word of God they read
Three days every distress the bore
Deprived of all drink and food
The world does still wonder
At their unmatched fortitude
They fell around him one by one
Firm in their righteous ways
And for their loyalty have won
From friend and foe a world of praise
His friend with loving grief be eyed
As he lay dying under sun's scorching rays
To defend true Islam he tried
After dealing with foes in peaceful ways
In his arm he carried his baby son
Asked them to give him water
Said he, "The babe has no harm done
To thus die of thirst or slaughter."
Stones they threw and arrows they shot
Being obedient to yazid's behest
And in their fury spared not
Even the baby's life at the breasy!!!
A little before his enemies were
For water sorely passed
Relief he gave them then and there
For he could not see even a foe distressed
Humbley he prayed and praised the lord
The Giver of spiritual Beauty
And amid danger he never failed
To do his sacred duty
Wickedness can no further go
Cruelty needs to no greater proof
His scared body after death
Was trampled under a horse's hoof
Mean 'vistory' they gained, but still
No bounds knew their ire.
Orphans and widows they captives made
And set Ahlul-Bayt's tents on fire
The captives saw with choking grief
And eyes dimmed with tears
O the tragic sight of Martyrs heads
Uplifted high atop the spears

I Wonder

If Prophet Muhammad visited you Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly, I wonder what you'd do,
Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room To such an honored
And all the food you'd serve him, Would be the very best,
And you would keep assuring him, You're glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home, Is joy beyond compare.
But ... when you saw him coming, Would you meet him at the door,
With arms outstretched in welcome To your visitor?
Or ... would you have to change your clothes Before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put The Qur'an where they had been?
Would you still watch the same movies On your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off Before he gets upset?
Would you turn off the radio, And hope he hadn't heard?
And wish you hadn't uttered that last hasty word? Would you hide your worldly music,
And instead take Hadith books out? Could you let him walk right in, Or would you have to rush about?
And, I wonder ... if the Prophet spent A day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing the things You always do?
Would you go right on saying the things You always say?
Would life for you continue, As it does from day to day?
Would your family squabbles Keep up their usual pace,
And Would you find it hard each meal To say a table grace?
Would you keep up each and every prayer Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early For prayer at dawn?
Would you sing the songs you always sing, And read the books you read?
And let him know the things on which Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet with you Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans Just for a day or so?
Would you be glad to have him meet Your very closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away Until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay Forever, on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief When he at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know The things that you would do,
If Prophet Muhammad, in person, came to spend some time with you Anonymous

A Journey

It was peak of the mischief and virtues in chains;
Just laws were sacked with rules insane;
As the tyrants on the rise, and mass confused,
offered lust with lies, and faith abused.
Thus the signs indicated, and time dictated.
Some souls elevated as Husayn(A.S.) navigated;
a seed of the Prophet (P) and the sight of his Parents (A.S.);
that time in deluge, he was ark so apparent.
In the Name of God, for the sake of Islam;
for the freedom of life and soul of Islam;
gave greatest sacrifice, but not his hands,
with the members of his kin and many of his friends.
Hur, Muslim and the friends those hearts so pure;
they offered their lives as shield and cure;
thus tyrants came forth from the curtain way old;
then peace was bought and lives were sold.
And daring in the manners were the two young brothers;
in the boldness of their moves were the teachings of a mother;
Shone Aun and Muhammad with the valor known as Haider (A.S.);
Those children were slain not the feeling of the mother.
With a message from his father was Qasim bin Hassan (A.S.);
a radiant jewel of Islam was this glowing young son;
but Qasim into pieces with a bride day old;
on the sand in heat it was savage and cold.
Then the pride of the Hashims rode back from the river;
and the tyrants made sure that he did not deliver;
they cut off his arms, but spirit was set;
till an arrow hit the bag, only eyes got wet.
Fell Abbas (A.S.) from the horse, with no hands for support,
then Husayn (A.S.) rushed to shore for a brother's end resort;
those children who waited with the patience were told;
and thirst in the camp was three days old.
Soon Akbar cam down with spear in his chest;
which a father had to pull so severe was the test;
He was image of the Prophet(P), and the life of Husayn(A.S.),
He was vision of a mother and the eyes of Husayn (A.S.)
Now the Leader was alone as he called for the help,
then a baby fell down; a response from the crib!
This thirsty, pure, infant was a son of Imam,
Who, acknowledged his father and the call of Imam.
Thus Husayn (A.S.) brought him for some water in the field,
and showed them baby's dried lips and appealed;
but the six months old got an arrow so thick,
that turned him over and tore his neck.
Ali Asghar went to sleep, with his father and no fear;
with the cradle on the fire, and their head on spear;
and the mother's empty hand, with the tear dried eyes,
who looked for the baby to sing lullabies.
And a sister by the camp saw the horror of this trip;
as a knife tore the neck, where the Prophet (P) put his lips;
earth in grief, roared heavens and mourned,
Sand turned red when Husayn (A.S.) was torn.
And a child full of tears with her tiny bleeding ears,
bruises on her face and her thirst so severe;
She ran for her father who laid beheaded,
and cried for the uncle for help she needed;
Sayeda Zainab (A.S.) looked for her in the sadness of that night;
did inquire every soul in the land of the plight;
but Sakina was sleeping on the chest of a body;
with the love of the father, from the fragrance of his body.
Then the camp pushed down, while flames went up;
little children rushed out, as their dresses lit up;
it was night full of cries and the innocent quests;
shattered were the dreams and broken were the nests.
All defenses laid to rest, after trials and the tests;
left to face, one Imam, even history would detest,
who fainted with the illness faced torture and torment;
a Master of the pious and devotees' ornament.
Lashes on his back heavy chains on Imam;
but ladies were the prisoners, was the wound of Imam;
no chador for them but their rope tied arms;
and grief soared high from Kufa to Shaam.
But, the daughter of Ali (A.S.) challenged, miseries with the messages;
with the families in bazaars, and deadly courts of savages;
With the depth of the patience and the Zenith of Bravery;
Islam was rescued for ever from the slavery.