The Prophet
Muhammad, `alayhis salam,
Sat quietly in the evening
His companion asked,
“O beautiful man, why do you sit here, grieving?”
“My ummah, those who follow me,
The future of their faith
Makes me worry ’til I cry.
My brothers and sisters in Islam,
Will they be strong and carry on after I die?”
The Prophet stood silently and prayed
His beard becoming wet as he cried for his fears.
“O Allah, don’t let this nation fade!”
As he pleaded through the night
The earth around him filled with tears.
“My ummah, those who follow me,
The future of their faith
Makes me worry ’til I cry.
My brothers and sisters in Islam,
Will they be strong and carry on after I die?”
A stillness fell over the land
Companions gathered near to where the Prophet lay.
As Ayesha, his wife, held tight to his hand,
The Prophet spoke again before he passed away,
“My ummah, those who follow me,
The future of their faith
Makes me worry ’til I cry.
My brothers and sisters in Islam,
Will they be strong and carry on after I die?”
Believers,Brothers and sisters in Islam,
Will we be strong and carry on
Until we die?
Artist = Dawud Wharnsby Ali
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