A poem BY a 13 year old AFRA ZAMAN THE PATH OF OUR PROPHET In the rich streets of Arabia’s holy city, he dwelled, The orphan in who’s hands humanity was held, His parents died, he didn’t have their shelter, No justice existed without law, His clan treated him with torture, Yet they couldn’t cage his faith in Allah, Because never is to be doubted Allah’s divine decree, For leading mankind was his destiny, The greatest being to walk this earth, Who changed history to what it was worth, His spirit was like an exalting tree, Giving shade to all that seek, With his branches of beauty, And roots running pure and deep, His wisdom was like a streaming water spring, Quenching the thirst of those in need, Cooling the heat of arrogance’s sting, And washing the sores of misdeed, Like pouring rain was his mercy, Glistening what it fell upon, Breaking the clouds of tyranny, And making sure the droughts were gone, Like a lantern spreading peace was his heart, Shining his light across the land, His blazing fire showing a brand new start, For those who didn’t understand, For those who were led astray because of the dark, His faith stood mountain strong, He brightened the way with his guiding spark, And showed us where we all belong, So following in his footsteps, we’re belonging to see, A whole big nation- many beautiful Muslims holding hands in unity, But all this echoing his last words- MY UMMAH, UMMATI!