What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came
He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind

Rabbi al Awwal the 12th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way
He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah (ra) his father, had by then passed away
Leaving Amina (ra) his mother, in her arms he lay

Haalima Sadia, took over his care
Until he was six, our prophet was there
His mother then died, he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib (ra) his grand-dad then made him his own
When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide

In his 20's, a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin, (the trustworthy) became his grade
Hazrat Khadija (ra) aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health

360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to mount Hira,leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life

While thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed
The angel embraced him and then asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood

Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could
Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed (saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd
'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam

And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran
He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life, then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace
He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,the Sahaba ikram

Then came the battles, which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca, Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace
An Nasr was revealed, it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach

Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind

Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah (swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing
He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah, we'll meet him, we'll meet him one day

Hussain the grandson of Prophet Mohammed
Was alone on the scorching sands of Kerbala,
Surrounded by thousands of  his enemies,
Hussein fought gallantly,
With his father's sword the Zulfikar,
His enemies feared to approach him but showered him with spears, arrows, axes and stones
The time of Asr(3:00pm to 4:00pm)  approached,
Gibrail descended from heaven,
If Hussain wished He would call the Sky, The Oceans and the Earth to help him.
Hussain is Hussain,
He asked Gibrail what was Allah's wish,
With tears in His eyes Gibrail replied,' Sacrifice yourself for Islam"
Hussain immediately sheathed his Zulfikar and sat under the date tree,
Hussain had 999 wounds on his body,
Dripping in blood he still stood up to prostrate before Allah,
To pray for Islam and his generations to come.
After which he was martyred.
At the time of Kerbala Hussain had only 72 followers,
But today just to utter his name Ya Hussain brings tears to billions of his followers.
17/9/2023

I dreamt I had a grave accident and was admitted in a hospital,
I was in ICU,
The doctors were trying their best to save me.
As I was breathing my last,
I saw Gibrail with an Angel
He took my soul and gave it to the Angel to take me to Heaven.
We travelled through an incredibly lighted tunnel,
Its aureole was amazing.
We soon reached the Gates of Heaven,
Thousands of Palestinians stood patiently at the gates,
Wounded, mutilated bloodied,
But calm and at peace,
Eagerly awaiting their turns to enter the Gates.
My Angel had a special pass and we entered from a side gate,
Inside was chaos,
Thousands of Palestinians waited patiently to be allocated their place,
Amazing, here not a scratch could be seen on them,
They were attired in the most beautiful clothes,
Drinking from the fountain of  Hauze Kawthar,
Eating fruits from the Garden of Eden,
Peace, serenity and happiness
written on their faces,
There were smiles and laughter everywhere
Flustered army of Angels scurried here and there to meet their every needs,
Plus allocate them their abode.
Suddenly the Head Angel's eyes fell on me,
Why have brought her she said,
We are very busy with the thousands of Palestinians ,
They are all martyrs,
They all must have the highest VVIP place in Janat,
Please take her back,
We don't have a place to accommodate her,
We have already requested Allah to do something to stop the flow.
And in a blink of an eye I was back at the hospital,
My heart machine beeping,
My children gave cries of joy
shouting for the doctor.
16/11/2023