In Praise Of Nobility (Fourteen) Poem by Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu

In front of him he would walk
Then behind him he would walk yet again
To that historic cave they went
Why is this, Yaa Abu Bakr?
This is for the enemy that I fear
If in front of you he would come
Ahead of you I will walk
If behind you he would come
It is behind you that I will walk
He would die so he could live
The noble one, the loved one, the adored one
Such was love! This was love! That is love!
Yet how much do you know of this man?
Do you like him behave?
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Did his blood not ooze out at Uhud?
Who is this that could be this audaciously mean?
To a man fine, polished, refined
A man so many could not bear to see in pain
It had been him the brother of a beloved
The brother of Sa'd ibn Abi Waqqas
Not even blood could stop a brother from this wrath
The wrath of a brother who loved rasuul of Allah
Such was love! This was love! That is love!
Yet how much do you know of this man?
Do you like him behave?
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Did Abu Bakr not a whole seal with his foot?
A whole in the cave to save the praised one
When the serpent had bit his foot
How could he scream in pain?
The noble one on his lap lay
Pain can hurt, rasuul of Allah must rest
Such was love! This was love! That is love!
Yet how much do you know of this man?
Do you like him behave?
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Did Umar not so many people seek to kill?
Did Umar not so many people seek to maim?
For the lies which they speak about the praised one?
For the hurt which they cause this beloved of Allah?
Had he not loved him extremely?
Did he not wish to be like him?
Did he not live his life like this blessed one?
Such was love! This was love! That is love!
Yet how much do you know of this man?
Do you like him behave?
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Did not Ali on the noble bed lie?
When the enemies their deadly weapons held
His blood they sought, his death they yearned
Yet Ali will have to die first
If they killed him for him, that was ok
If they found out it was him, that was ok
But first Ali must go first
The noble life must live
So he believed, so he lived, so he acted
Such was love! This was love! That is love!
Yet how much do you know of this man?
Do you like him behave?
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
This is the nobility about which I sing
This is the nobility I live to praise
This is the nobility whose love drunken me
This is the nobility I wish to see
This is the nobility I pray to touch
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

RMRS (July,2014, Ramadaan Fourteen)

A poem each day of Ramadaan in praise of the Rasuulul Laah suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam entitled: IN PRAISE OF NOBILITY