Muhammad, Alayhis salam
Sat quietly in the evening
His companion asked...
"O, beautiful man, why do u sit here, grieving? "
"My, Ummah, those who follow me...
the future of their faith
makes me worry till I cry..
My brothers and sisters in islam
Will they be strong and carry on after I die? "
The prophet stood silently and prayed
His beard becoming wet as he cried for all his fears
"Oh, Allah, don't let this nation fade.."
As he pleaded through the night the earth arround him filled with tears
"My, Ummah, those who follow me...
the future of their faith
makes me worry till I cry..
My brothers and sisters in islam
Will they be strong and carry on after I die? "
A stillness fell over the land
companions gathered near to the Prophet laid
As Ayesha, his wife held tight to his hand
The Prophet spoke again before he passed away...
"My, Ummah, those who follow me...
the future of their faith
makes me worry till I cry..
My brothers and sisters in islam
Will they be strong and carry on after I die? "
Believers, brothers and sisters in Islam
Will we be strong and carry on until we die?
By : Dawud Wharnsby Ali
For the video : The PROPHET
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