Written during the first few days of Ramadhan 2010 C.E./1431 AH; my first Islamic poem/prose-poem, inspired by the form of the (pre-Islamic) Qasida.
Let us stop for the night right here,
And rest our heads upon these holy ancient sands,
Once on which our noble fathers trod
Whose footprints now have faded long since past
Eternity it seems e’er since we came upon this sacred ground,
Do you recall the wells we drew our water from,
The gardens that we tended with our sweat,
The palm trees that gave us our shade?
What of the ummah that we forged, the atams that we built,
The battles of Badr, Uhud where we shed our blood
The life wherein we lived with him, the last Prophet of God?
Come and let us mourn the passing of those golden days,
For we’re bereft of that abode
Now lost beneath the sands of Time.
We set out for the desert looking for our guide, the Messenger,
Because without his holy wisdom, we are divided, in disarray
Weak and without the unity that only he can give!
And yet Alláh has brought us here, Praise be to Him,
So that we can step onto the sands his Prophet trod,
Follow all the Signs he left, to see it come to pass again,
The miracle that was, and all the grandeur that we had
So let us weep no more, and let us slumber with our dreams
Tomorrow we will take the straight path once again,
There will be no returning here, and the road will stretch on just the same,
But we will read the Signs anew
And see the spirit of our messenger, so that the greatness that we had we will again renew!
– August 14, 2010/ Ramadan 4 1431 A.H.