My Beloved

I read and hear much about you

Yet I feel I lack knowledge of you.

To know you is to love you.

 I look for your approval in everything I do

always asking myself what would my

beloved Muhammad do?

 None can ever amount to you

the walking Quran

Joy it is emulating you

for fear of not seeing you

What a blessing it is to be from your ummah

though most of us are headless of your Sunnah

so consumed in this Dunya but

I don’t want to trade it for Akhiirah

I stop and ponder for a moment

words so miraculous that move the soul

I realize my goals – limited to materialism

empty life, lived and lost, but from now

I make my goal to be with you in the next life

I love thee

Oh I love thee

but I question my sincerity in this claim

Some choose to speak ill of you

create displeasing images of you

they don’t know how much we love you

their efforts are meaningless

your image remains changeless

My heart pains infinitely

to have been able to protect you we aspire

to have been in your company we crave and

to be with you in the hereafter we live for.

Visiting you was when my life turned a corner.

the feeling of unworthiness being in your house.

how can a slave full of sins be giving salaams to the sincerest?

Your example leaves me breathless

how you would get up and kiss Fatima

your love for Hassan and Hussein

indeed you are the best of creation oh beloved

And while I write this, my prayers continue in my quest to be with you,

I am just a sinful servant who thinks much of you

© Lover of the Prophet, Rabi’ al-Awwal 1433/February 2012

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