O Tasbih! Look at the sky
Where He placed the stars high
They are stationed there
With a purpose for sure
“O Allah! You created them not in vain
Therefore save us from Hell’s burning pain”
They burn their own selves
Hence, light at night is seen by His Slaves
Tonight we are heading as guests
Towards that Blessed House
O Tasbih! These stars remind me
Of the talk whom Time called Ibrahim
He searched on the moon and sun for the true God
Not content with what those around in ignorance did
At first he saw the stars
And said ‘This is my Lord’
But when they began to fade
He said, ‘I like not that set’
Tonight we are heading for Makkah
Where Ibrahim with his son built Ka’aba
Within few hours, we well be there
Where all will the Ihram wear
So let not your heart rest now
In His Dhikr allow it to freely flow
May Allah reach us there very soon
After this night shall come a new dawn
This is the eve of the Blessed Friday
Why wait? ‘Allahumma salli’ let us say
After all, who informed us
About the acts of tawaaf and sa’ee
What would fools like us know
Had the Beloved for us didn’t show?
sallallahu ala Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
November 2003. On a Thursday night, while on the trip to Umra after reaching the Saudi Border.
Notes
You taught me the worth of smile: “Smile is a charity”