Our Ancient Prophet

Our Ancient Prophet In a city of steel and glass, where neon signs blaze bright, Our prophet (PBUH) walks among the shadows of the night. His eyes hold ancient wisdom, his steps a timeless grace, He moves through crowds unnoticed, a relic out of place. In alleys dark, he whispers truths that echo through the years, His voice a soothing balm for those with modern fears. He speaks of love and kindness, of peace in troubled times, His words like ancient verses, unfolding sacred rhymes. He wears the garb of ages past, a robe of woven lore, Yet in this age of chaos, his message is the core. He sees the hearts of people, their struggles and strife, He offers ancient solace in the turmoil of modern life. Our prophet (PBUH) sees the future in the city lights, A world of endless Jihad and ever-lasting fights. He warns of greed and anger, of paths that lead to woe, Yet offers hope and healing for Muslims who seek to know. In markets bustling, in subways deep, he finds the weary souls, He guides them with a gentle hand towards their hidden goals. A bridge between the epochs, a whisper from the past, He stands a timeless sentinel, his wisdom built to last. Though time has tried to hide him, his truth will never fade, For in the heart of every Muslim, his teachings are relayed. An ancient prophet, living in the now, his presence still so strong, Reminding us that in our hearts, his timeless words belong.