MY BELOVED PROPHET -Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed

Praise be to Allah, the Lord of skies,
Made the earth and gave us the eyes.
With the Light, sent His Messenger,
Guides to the Light, wills whomever.

Beloved never cursed those who fell,
He knew their hearts, knew them well.
He raised them kindly when strayed,
Led them back where truth remained.

One weak man slipped from the way,
Drank even after flogged days away.
People cursed and harsh voices came,
Mercy remains in Muhammad’s name.

“Do not curse him, his heart has love,
For the Exalted Allah, the Lord above.
He loves His Messenger with his heart,
Even if he slips, don’t tear him apart.”

We judge too fast, we shut the core,
We push the weak, we care no more.
But he would open gates very wide,
And bring the lost ones back inside.

Peace-blessings upon the Chosen one,
The moon was split, the miracle shone.
The final Prophet, none will succeed,
The best of Prophets, their noble lead.