A Mercy to the Nations
By Noaman Ali Amongst rubble and dust, thunder and stygian clouds, and in a debauchery-striken land Emerges a sliver of light, a beacon in unsuspecting troubled waters, the yáng to the yīn, a flavour to the bland. An average Joe, yet the most perfect a man could ever get; for like him, there was none By the sobriquet of Al-Sadiq, he went and I speak of none other than The Chosen One. Despite his attributes, he has had his share of facing trials and tribulations For that is the very thing which has placed him on the pedestal, with fruition. Stoned, excoriated, often decried unjustly and was alleged to wear, of a magician, a mask All because he wanted the best for us, was that too much to ask? Blatantly challenged was he to prove of the Almighty's existence time and again by the idolators and ignorant men. When their real intent was just to cause him misery and make his life a Gehenna, and to someone who would later forgive them. So blessed was he that, with God...