The Golden Afternoo In Medina Poem by Mohammad Younus

Beneath the sun's warm, golden veil,
The Prophet sat, serene, his light prevailing.
The faithful gathered, shadows long and still,
As hearts awaited wisdom's gentle spill.

A man approached, his steps with purpose filled,
His voice rang clear, with pride and longing thrilled:
"O Messenger of Allah, I declare,
A Muslim am I, my faith laid bare.

I believe in Allah, His Messenger true,
I pray, I fast, I give what's due."
His words were stones upon a path well laid,
Yet in his tone, a tremor softly played.

The Prophet gazed, his eyes a boundless sea,
And spoke with truth, profound and free:
"If you declare yourself a Muslim, then you are."
The words, like stars, shone near and far.

The air grew still, the companions' eyes did meet,
For whispers once had cast a shadowed sheet—
This man, they thought, had strayed, had doubted long,
Yet here he stood, his voice a steadfast song.

One companion leaned, his question soft yet keen:
"What if the tongue professes what's unseen?
What if the heart holds doubt, while words profess? "
The Prophet turned, his answer brought redress:

"I judge not hearts, nor pierce their hidden core,
I see what's shown, no less, no more.
Allah alone, the Knower of the unseen,
He reads the heart, its depths, its sheen."

The man exhaled, as chains fell from his soul,
His head bowed low, his spirit made whole.
He turned and left, his steps now light, unbound,
While silence wrapped the companions round.

And in that hush, a lesson softly gleamed:
Faith is a door, wide open, ever dreamed.
No mortal judge can claim to truly know
The heart's concealed, its hidden flow.

For mercy's path the Prophet walked with grace,
He judged the seen, left hearts their sacred space.
And in his wisdom, taught this truth divine:
The heart's true state is Allah's to define.

**The Wisdom of the Prophet**

The Prophet's wisdom, like a gentle stream,
Flowed through the hearts, a guiding beam.
He knew the weight of words, the power they hold,
Yet never pierced the heart's untold.

"I am not sent to judge the hidden, " he said,
"Nor to condemn where doubts may tread.
My task is clear, to guide, to show the way,
To leave the rest to Allah's sovereign sway."

His mercy vast, his patience without end,
He saw in every soul a chance to mend.
No hasty judgment, no unkind decree,
Just open arms for all who sought to be free.

The companions learned, their hearts now wide,
To walk with mercy, casting pride aside.
For in the Prophet's way, they came to see,
The path to Allah is through humility.

And so the sun set on that golden day,
The lesson etched in hearts to stay:
That faith is vast, and mercy's hand is near,
And wisdom's light will always make things clear.

The Prophet's wisdom, timeless, pure, and bright,
A beacon through the darkest night.
In every word, in every gentle deed,
He sowed the seeds of love, the soul's true need.

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