Zarqa Al-Yamama: Visionary Of The Sands Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Zarqa Al-Yamama: Visionary Of The Sands

By Mohammad A. Yousef

In the dust-laden winds of ancient Arabia,
where the sun bleeds crimson
over the arid expanse,
there lived a seer,
Zarqa al-Yamama,
her eyes like twin moons,
reflecting the mysteries of a world yet to come.

Born amidst the whispers of the date palms,
cradled by the call of the desert,
she wandered through the tapestry of time,
weaving prophecies like fine silk,
her heart a compass,
pointing toward the horizon
where the future lay,
untouched, uncharted.

With every grain of sand that slipped through her fingers,
she saw kingdoms rise and fall,
the echo of caravans,
the laughter of children in distant lands,
the clash of swords,
the birth of faith
in the hearts of men and women
who sought the eternal.

Her voice, a melody carried by the wind,
reached the ears of kings,
their thrones trembling beneath her words,
for she spoke of unity,
of brotherhood,
of a time when the stars would align
to illuminate the path of the just.

"Look beyond the dunes, " she urged,
"for in the shadows lies the light,
in the silence, a symphony,
and in your hearts, the seed of tomorrow."
Her visions painted vibrant futures,
a tapestry of hope that stretched
beyond the limits of the present.

Yet, the world turned with a stubborn heart,
the sands shifting,
the tribes clashing,
and many turned away,
blinded by the allure
of power and pride.
But Zarqa, undeterred,
clung to her dreams,
a beacon amid the tempest.

In the twilight of her days,
as the stars began to flicker,
she stood upon the crest of a dune,
her silhouette framed by the dying light,
and whispered to the heavens,
"Let my vision breathe,
let it soar on the wings of the wind,
for I am but a messenger,
a bridge to what shall be."

And so, the sands remember,
the stories of Zarqa al-Yamama,
etched in the memory of the earth,
a forerunner of faith,
a herald of change,
a woman whose eyes,
though long closed,
still see the pulse of the future,
a legacy born in the heart of Arabia,
before the dawn of Islam,
before the world knew
the power of unity
and the depth of the soul.

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