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In a world that continuously enslaved its growing inhabitants,
For the noble station you desired, you rid yourself of deterrents,
You freed yourself by the divine path you chose to live.
Yet you were misunderstood by those who had little to give.
For the noble station you desired, you rid yourself of deterrents,
You freed yourself by the divine path you chose to live.
Yet you were misunderstood by those who had little to give.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
Amidst laughter and excitement, you seldom took part,
Amidst play and amusement, elsewhere lay your pure heart
Knowing the happiness awaited you miles from where you stood,
Knowing you could attain it, you fought for it as every soldier should.
Amidst play and amusement, elsewhere lay your pure heart
Knowing the happiness awaited you miles from where you stood,
Knowing you could attain it, you fought for it as every soldier should.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
You were content and peaceful in isolation,
Captive you felt otherwise, longing for liberation.
For the company you had was a state sublime
To taste the sweetness of sujood, for you was prime.
Captive you felt otherwise, longing for liberation.
For the company you had was a state sublime
To taste the sweetness of sujood, for you was prime.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
To your lineage you held true, you were always strong
Doubt never overcame you, you knew where you belong.
Patience through hardship was your inspiring affair,
To turn to disobedience and displeasure, you didn’t once dare.
Doubt never overcame you, you knew where you belong.
Patience through hardship was your inspiring affair,
To turn to disobedience and displeasure, you didn’t once dare.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
Hatred and division you firmly denounced,
To love and hate for your Lover, you always announced.
You recognised goodness and the handhold of Imaan
And that the strength of the Ummah lies in the union of man.
To love and hate for your Lover, you always announced.
You recognised goodness and the handhold of Imaan
And that the strength of the Ummah lies in the union of man.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
You weren’t oblivious to the once-made promise
Of a preparation for the righteous after their demise,
Of gatherings in abodes held by musk of silver and gold,
Of rivers, of feasts, of fragrances no heart could hold.
Of a preparation for the righteous after their demise,
Of gatherings in abodes held by musk of silver and gold,
Of rivers, of feasts, of fragrances no heart could hold.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
Ya Ghareeb, the absence you leave behind is a painful one
Ya Ghareeb, the state you have left us in cannot be undone
Ya Ghareeb, the legacy you leave behind is one inspiring
Ya Ghareeb, the path you chose, the life lived, are worth following.
Ya Ghareeb, the state you have left us in cannot be undone
Ya Ghareeb, the legacy you leave behind is one inspiring
Ya Ghareeb, the path you chose, the life lived, are worth following.
Your ideals unique, your path reserved, you were strange.
©MR 2010
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I dedicate this poem to every individual who gives up his youth in Allah's Path, who never seems to fit among the people and acquaintances he has known most of his life, who is given glad tidings from the Leader of this rising Ummah, whose presence enlightens those around him, whose desires lie in the unordinary, who is chosen, who is angelic in character and who is considered strange.
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