My Dream of our Prophet [Muhammad (pbuh)]
A Poem
by Bushra Ahmed
The Light (UK), May 2007 Issue (p. 2)
On the Birthday of the Prophet,
My eyes opened and we met.
I asked him “Who are you?”
He replied “I am your Rasool”.
He continued “Are you ready for the Hereafter?
Are you really ready to meet your Master?
You suffer a lot I know but you are not frail,
Though I still wish I could stop your pain.
You must struggle,
It’s a constant battle.
Do good, be good,
I did, as much as I could.
If you keep fighting iblis,
You will be rewarded with bliss.
The garden is yours forever,
The bushes, the trees, the hedges,”
Then he made his exit and to Allah he returned,
I cried a river and my stomach churned,
I reached for him in my sleep,
I did not realize and began to weep.
It is by his example we will benefit,
That is the greatest reward and gift.
May he rest in everlasting peace,
May we follow him complete,
He is with us all,
He saves our soul.
Please remember him especially on this day,
From the straight path we must never stray.