We were the staunch believers...
...the ones who would think that...
...there was nothing else true...
...beyond what we knew as truth;
Our certitude in old beliefs was strong.
We assumed that what we knew...
...was what others did not know;
We thought we didn't need to go...
...beyond the edges of our inherited beliefs;
Our problem was that no messenger was...
...at all to come to set us on the right path.
Then one day we were struck down...
...by the appearance of the Great Message...
...that descended on Muhammad, the prophet...
...on the Mount of Light;
Who came like a thunderstorm that demolished...
...the old edifices of false beliefs...
...about divinity, morality, and society.
The forceful storm rolled down the hills...
...the heads of our idols whom we followed blindly;
Our hearts now were suffused with...
...golden teachings of the Qur'an and the Sunnah;
We no longer followed what our old religion was;
God keep us on the right path, and never let us go astray!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem