A Glimpse of the Prophet’s Presence: A Poem of Devotion

A Heartfelt Ode to the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ: A Journey Through Time

Poem: about the Prophet ﷺ peace be upon him

If I was there…

I sit reclining on my chair

and close my eyes as if I’m there

my sight is dark and hearing goes as I begin to see the rows

I’m in madina its afternoon

and hear the call, a soothing tune

The call to prayer from unbaked bricks on dusty ground, they bow and sit

and then I think am I with those

that sacrificed and Allah He chose?

the ones who gave their wealth and lives and tied a stone to feed the cries

The one’s whose hearts were purified and filled with hope for you and I

is that Umar and that Ali

and next to them Bilal the free

Ammar, Zubair, Uthman Ghani

Muaz , Abbas Ibn alwaleed

Siddiq stands up on his two feet

the second of two in the retreat

But wait if they are all around

Where is the one my Rabb has crowned?

I ask O Where is my Nabi?

my heart & soul please let me see

my heart begins to tremble fast

they “say that’s him, he just walked past”

My eyes r filled with tears of joy

and still I stand as I enjoy

at last i’ll meet Allah’s Habib

and feel his presence oh so qareeb

at last, my gaze falls on his hair

so dark and long as I just stare

Do I just walk through all the rows or watch and glare and not impose

his turban wrapped around his head and beard goes down like silky thread

the strands of hair against his skin so fair and smooth all free of sin

I take a breath and hold my tears

and tell myself what if he hears?

Remember how his wife would say why do you spend so long to pray

You stand all night and pray to Him Allah the one who raised your hymn

To her he said shall I not stay

a thankful slave till my last day?

Ya Rabb how do I praise the one

who you have called the chosen one?

The one you swore by the night

and sent to Makkah as a light

and Abraham asked you for him

and Son of Mary’s glad tiding

You raised him up with truth he spoke and trust he held within his cloak

And then to him, you gave your word and on to him Gibreel conferred

“Invite Quraysh, your closest kin,

tell them from Him did you begin

they’ll call you mad and try to hurt and slay your ones who did convert

stay strong and firm as I’m with you so long as you to me stay true”

Back in the mosque, I see him stand with all his followers, the blessed land

I find a space and get inline

What a place and what a time!

as he concludes he softly says

“Allah forgive us for our ways”

my eyes are filled and heart’s insane I jump the rows to ease my pain

Rasul Allah! I have no worth,

I’ve done great sins on Allah’s Earth

I only ask from you one thing:

make space for me below your wing

I couldn’t stop myself and cried

and wept so long as if I died

I fell unconscious on the floor

and when I woke they were no more

Sallallahu Alayhi wa sallam