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(2) BIRTH OF ISLAM

God chose the Hashemites, a tribe
of Quraish

They were among men, the noblest
of race

He raised among them, a self-literate
boy

To deliver His message; to bring
them joy.

Muhammad was his name, whom God had
chose

Al-Amin (the truthful) called him
his foes

The keeper of KAABA, was his grand
sire

A rank than which, there was none
higher.

Adam, Nooh, Ibrahim, Ismail,
Moosa,

Daa-ood, Eesa and other Prophets
of Allah

Testified that, from time immemorial,
Muhammad Mustafa,

Had been proclaimed the seal of Prophets
of Allah

He lost his sire, ere he was
born

Five years later, his mother was
gone

Abd-al-Motalib was his grand
sire,

Two years later, he too expired.

The orphan boy was now his uncle's
charge

Abu Talib was glad, this responsibility,
to discharge

He looked after the boy as his own
son

So long he lived, dared touch him
none.

He was of a reserved bent of
mind

With burning desire, solace he tried
to find

In the marvels of nature and forms
diverse

He tried to fathom the mysteries
of universe.

At twenty-five, he married a noble
widow;

Khadija had watched him by a cloud
over-shadow

Though forty, she remained in her
lifetime, his only wife

Twenty-five years long was their
married life.

One daughter they had, named Lady
Fatima

Through her were born guardians of
KALIMA

She was married to Ali, Abu Talib's
son

He was renowned in courage like a
lion.

In the House of God was Ali born

It's walls the idols then
adorned

They were a hapless witness to his
birth

A man who would soon smash them to
earth.

These gods of Arabs could find no
way

Powerless were they, while Ali in
cradle lay

This mortal foe of theirs, was something
divine

His luster made their eyes turn
blind.

On Muhammad, he first cast his
eyes

He was destined with him all his
ties

He sucked his tongue, in solemn
gait

In one mould they were cast by
fate.

Ali grew in the Prophet's care

His joys and sorrows, he shared

He imbibed qualities that are
rare

With him, he made a heavenly
pair.

Thus Imamat was born as adjunct to
Nubuwat

Beyond scope of political intrigues
and Satan

Twelve successors were named, by
Divine Grace

To guide, for all times, the human
race.

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