The Prophet

In celestial dictates, his life displayed,
A beacon’s light, in truth arrayed.
Divine commands, his path aligned,
In every act, the Qur’an enshrined.
An excellent example, revered,
In hope and faith, his way was steered.
Surah Al-Ahzab, its wisdom clear,
A messenger we hold so dear.
To deliver truth, the final call,
A lineage of messengers, the last of all.
Surah Yunus, believers stand,
In faith and trust, the Message grand.
Among the doubters, he did strive,
In patience, perseverance alive.
“Each to his work,” the Prophet spoke,
In justice, faith’s eternal yoke.
Listening hearts, wandering minds,
In divine truth, the path he finds.
“Can you make them hear?” he asks,
For reason leads to righteous tasks.
In those who see, yet sightless are,
He guides the way, a guiding star.
Blindness of heart, a sorrow deep,
In Allah’s care, our souls to keep.
Never unjust, the Lord we know,
Humanity’s fall, in choices show.
Failing in faculties divine,
We wrong ourselves, in God’s design.
On judgment day, when gathered all,
An hour of life, they’ll recall.
Lost are those, denying grace,
In faith, they find their rightful place.
Promises kept, by God’s decree,
The messenger’s call, eternity.
Each community, their time to heed,
In Allah’s laws, their rise, their creed.
Prophetic voice, steadfast and clear,
In divine will, no harm nor fear.
“Rise and fall,” each nation’s fate,
In righteous ways, their time, their state.