Your Call Poem by Abubakar Ahmed Imam

Amidst the dark walls
Of ignorance,
Your call rose, still rises,
Higher than the sun,
Banishing the ills of humanity.

The irate cauldron
Of hatred
In the burning sands of Arabia
And the forces
Of Kisra, Persia, Alexandria,
Were crushed
Beneath your blessed heels.

When men assembled,
Men of valor,
In their multitude,
To annihilate you,
Angels descended.
Soon, booty was yours
And theirs
A painful punishment.

Until today,
Your call resonates,
Finding its place
In the hearts of men,
Flowing from a flawless pages.
From ocean to ocean
It flourishes,
From pole to pole
It echoes.

I stand
Aside Maqam Ibrahim,
Harkening to your call.
Neither fame nor fortune do I seek,
Nor longevity nor prosperity.
But, upon my passing, to join
The bliss of your company
And quench my thirst
From the stream of Al-kauthar.