Turab Rizvi
He was Al-Amin before Islam,
Justice rose from the noor of his Palm
His face radiates the light of heaven
The final Prophet, the start of Islam
His speech revealed what his heart embalmed
Truth and justice, love for all
When the smog of sin had covered the earth
Allah’s beloved answered his call
Doing away with the treachery of tribes
Under the banner of Islam there was no more picking sides
From the furthest sea to the mountains high
There was a Muslim present, far and wide
Muhammad showed society a trace,
Of a world where love transcends race
How blessed is the nation that’s remembered for their skin
The first call to prayer given by its Kin
In an era where women were buried alive
Muhammad’s morals let women thrive
Was Khadija not the mother of Ihsan
Was Fatima not the flower of Islam
A nation fractured from broken vows
Where souls were lost and sought to be found
Muhammad arrived and kept his word
Taking action to spread His (swt) Word
What activism you see today
Understand Muhammad paved the way
Even the trees would bow in prostration
Even the mountains would move from their space
When Justice would search for its abode,
It saw Muhammad and found its place
Turab Rizvi is a 23 year old poet based in the Toronto area. If you would like to see more of his creative content, please check out @wordsbyturab on Instagram.
