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