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's grace, he makes a few pebbles in his hand lie testimony of God.
For the mere stones, incredulously, recite Shahadah, discombobulating the onlookers, confounding the disbelievers and rendering some awed.

And how ironic was it, for the polytheists couldn't ask of their 'Gods', of things they had worshipped for aeons,
This very thing; of the idols to testify themselves, instead of deluding themselves, without associations.

Implacable, the infidels pursue the Prophet to show them yet another miracle, just so they could try to gainsay him again.
The prophet traces the air above, lo and behold! the moon is rendered asunder which, into two parts, staggers behind two mountains, into the glen.

With God by his side, the prophet was able to counter enemies and change many a heart with concretion.
For he is not called a mercy to the world without any reason.