The Imprint Of Alast: A Journey Through Time And Light Poem by Mohammad Younus

Before the dawn of creation's breath,
When time lay still in the womb of death,
A whisper stirred, a sacred call—
'Alastu bi Rabbikum? ' to one and all.

In realms unseen, where light was spun,
Each soul arose beneath the sunless sun.
A covenant etched in eternal flame,
A bond of love no world could tame.

From Nur Muhammad's boundless stream,
We drank the light of the Divine Dream.
A spark was placed in every breast,
A hidden trace, a sacred quest.

Yet as we fell through veils of night,
Into the world of form and sight,
The dust of earth obscured the glow,
And hearts forgot the truth they know.

The world, a maze of fleeting guise,
Drew shadows deep o'er spirit's eyes.
We wandered far, we lost our way,
As night encroached upon the day.

But lo! A light broke through the haze,
A mercy sent to set ablaze
The path of return, the way back home—
Through the Chosen One, the heart's true throne.

Muhammad, the Axis, the Perfect Guide,
In him the light and truth abide.
His being, a mirror of the Divine,
Reflects the lost, the veiled, the blind.

His Sunnah, more than words or deed,
Is the living pulse of the soul's need.
A call to remember, to rise, to see—
The path to the One, the way to be free.

To walk his way is to reclaim
The covenant etched in light's pure name.
To turn to fitrah, pure and true,
And let the heart's deep longing renew.

For in the heart, the light still burns,
Though veils of dust and time it spurns.
The soul, though lost, still hears the call—
'Return, O seeker, to the All in All.'

Like moons that turn to face the sun,
Our hearts must turn, till all's undone.
Till veils are torn, and truth stands bare,
And love alone remains, pure and fair.

So let the journey now begin,
Through shadowed paths, through thick and thin.
For in the end, the light will guide—
The soul to Unity, the heart to tide.

And in that light, we'll find our place,
A spark returned to the Infinite Grace.
The Imprint of Alast, forever near,
Whispers still: 'Remember, I am here.'

MyKoul