#rasool allah

The Words of Rasool Allah

~ Assalamu Alayka Ya Rasool Allah - السلام عليك يا رسول ~

~ Assalamu Alayka - السلام عليك يا رسول الله ~

رقت عيناي شوقاً .. ولطيبة ذرفت عشقاً فأتيت إلى حبيبي .. فاهدأ يا قلب ، ورفقاً صل على محمد

السلام عليك يا رسول الله .. السلام عليك يا حبيبي يا نبي الله السلام عليك يا رسول الله .. السلام عليك يا حبيبي يا نبي الله يا رسول الله

قلب بالحق تعلق .. وبغار حراءَ تألق يبكي يسأل خالقَهُ .. فأتاه الوحي ، فأشرق اقرأ اقرأ يا محمد

يا طيبة جئتك صباً .. لرسول الله محباً بالروضة سكنت روحي .. وجوار الهادي محمد

السلام عليك يا رسول الله .. السلام عليك يا حبيبي يا نبي الله السلام عليك يا رسول الله .. السلام عليك يا حبيبي يا نبي الله يا رسول الله

You’re the best person I’ve ever known, the best friend I’ve never met Your sincerity to me is blinding enough to completely canvas the world around me with drapes that read, respect, honor, focus, protect… and leaving a window so that I can zoom in on the important things, and yet those are the things that I forget, or neglect, …I will do better.

Your Ummah is fine, not because of me or mine, or wounds that heal with time, those who’d die for a dollar sign, but because of promises divine, and so when we feel that we’re at our worst, and our sadness would cause our hearts to burst, it feels like there are times, when there are angels within our lines. Or maybe hovering over squares, with chants of freedom in the air, And though tyrants step on our necks We smile…for history has always been on our side.. Yours is an Ummah that simply doesn’t die…

I’m sorry for my weakness. For every time I’ve been ashamed of your name, and asked someone to call me Mo, For not knowing enough about you to defend you when they drew cartoons, or accused you with the most heinous of accusations… For not getting over my distaste of reading and waiting for hollywood to put you on the big screen so I can know about you. As if Steven Spielberg, Mel Gibson, and Johnny Depp could somehow recreate the twinkle in your eye,or a beautiful bead of sweat as it scaffolds on your forehead, frantically fighting gravity not wanting to fall off your body.

I keep thinking of seeing you, and wonder if you would smile at me… the thought gives me goosebumps… You told me to meet you at the pool, so on that day, I hope and pray that I can see you through the crowd, that no angels barricade me as I sprint at break neck speed, I hope you recognize it’s me. I will crowd the companions to get access to your vision. I will obey my thirst and quench it from your hand, so until that day I will pray… I will stand and I will pray, as if my feet are holding the earth from splitting.

If I make it, I cry at the thought of seeing you. For I know the words that I used to read out of all too thin pages, will do no justice, to your face, your scent, your touch, your voice. My Messenger of Allah has always existed between the curves and dots of the Arabic alphabet, So Muhammad ibn Abdillah in 3D and whatever other dimensions the hereafter brings with it, will be an overboard of senses. I will fall in love with your shadow, and will tell Ali that his description did not do justice, and tell my mother Aisha, that we heard her story of how you passed away between her chin and her chest, over and over and over again, and it made us cry every single time. For there was no disaster that we suffered more than what we suffered before our souls merged with flesh, of entering an Earth that was without you,

Does the sky even recognize us anymore… And I will sit in the shade of your smile, and ask you your story directly from your mouth, as we sip from Salsabil, ice cold, and would be deeply embarrassed if you asked me for mine,

Cuz I never did anything right, other than loving you and then…if you let me, I would love… for a hug.

If only I would be granted one wish, ONE and only wish. I would ask Allah to allow me to visit the grave of my beloved prophet, Muhammad peace be upon him. If only I was granted this wish, I would go there sit at his grave. I promise I will not complain about the burdens of life, I won't complain I promise. I will sit there, let my tears flow. I will tell him how much I miss him, in a way that cannot be described or put into words. I will cry, and tell my prophet peace be upon him that I need him, I need him badly. I would ask him to forgive me; no, I will beg for forgiveness cause I have sinned, cause I have not been up to his expectations, cause I have been the worst person ever. I will pray all day long next to his grave, long long prayers. Seriously I would trade everything for just one day there.

 اللهم اسكني دار قريبا من داره .....يا حبيبي يا رسول الله

So I know none of you who read this post know me, but I ask you all please do not forget me in your duaa, and please ask allah to grant my wish before I die :):)