Poem on the Prophet, peace of Allah be upon him…



The Prophet Muhammad arose one morning
and by evening it was obvious he was no
ordinary mortal

He was a heart that spoke to a mouth that
spoke to the ears of multitudes

And it was our hearts that heard him
through the dust and blood of time and its
wrenchings its smooth valleys and its

sudden explosions its

disappearance and its appearance again as
faces at a window asking to be let in

to Allah’s portico facing the radiant light of the
central breath

I’m aloft in the air with these thoughts
in the thrill of a fuselage heading east

confounded by the possibility of it as we
float forward without entirely

evaporating in space as buoyant as a bubble
propelled by a superior force

He came down from the cave changed utterly
all the years of the world suddenly folded into him
literally speaking of those to come through
those who’d gone before from first to last in the
perfect order of grammatical tones and
spectacular intonations

The light of his face goes before this
airplane in the dark

The light of his star goes before this
planet as its anchoring beam

The light of his heart in our hearts is what
makes us sane

(en route to the Grand Mawlid at Wembley, London,
from Coattails of the Saint)

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4 Responses to Poem on the Prophet, peace of Allah be upon him…

  1. assalam ‘alaykum sidi

    nice blog. i have an issue with this line:

    The Prophet Muhammad arose one morning
    and by evening he was no longer an
    ordinary mortal

    he sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam was never an ordinary mortal. it is in tirmidi, “i was a prophet even before Adam was between water and clay”. perhaps this line could be changed?



  2. Wa ‘alaikum as-salaam Aqdas: Yes, it’s true. I wondered about that line myself, but as the poem continues it is clear that it refers to his becoming Prophet through the revelation of Qur’an, which marks a major shift in his life, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, and in ours and all humankind’s. He, peace be upon him, was himself shaken by the event itself, though through it Allah connected all the elements in his destiny and brought them to the extraordinary presence that he was.

    The poem is published (as is, I’m afraid) in my book: Coattails of the Saint, by The Ecstatic Exchange. I very much appreciate the courtesy with which you point this out to me. May Allah always inspire us to suggest corrections of others in this fashion. Jazakullah.


  3. Amazing! With a very helpful suggestion by Mohammad Aqdas, I realized that the post of this poem was from an uncorrected file, and that the line as published in the book was corrected due to the same concern. The line now reads (and as published):

    The Prophet Muhammad arose one morning
    and by evening it was obvious he was no
    ordinary mortal

    If there were a symbol for the expression “phew!” I would use it here! I’m relieved to change the line to the correct one, and grateful to Mohammad Aqdas for pointing it out. We are truly in a living and beautiful ‘umma!


  4. Sadiq says:

    beautiful! simply touching


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