In the Name of Allah, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful.
O Allah, send Your perfect peace and blessings upon our master Muhammad, upon his family, his noble Companions, and all those who follow his path until the Last Day.
My Master, O Messenger of Allah ﷺ
I lower my head in humility and place my cheek upon the earth, seeking forgiveness for the audacity of a sinful servant who dares to address the Beloved of Allah.
My master, O Messenger of Allah ﷺ,
I never had the honour of seeing your noble face. I never stood among the first believers in the valleys of Makkah. I never entered Dar al Arqam to receive Islam from your blessed hands. I never stood among the Ansar at the gates of Madinah awaiting your arrival after the Hijrah.
I never prayed behind you.
I never heard your voice.
I never sat in your gathering.
I never walked beside you on a journey.
Yet I love you.
I love you with a love that I cannot fully explain, a love inherited from generations who carried your light in their hearts and passed it on to those who came after them.
I came to know you through the books of Seerah.
They told me about your noble character.
They told me about your mercy.
They told me about your smile.
They told me how you lived among your family, how you spoke to your wives, how you treated children, how you honoured the elderly, and how you comforted the weak.
They told me how you mended your own clothes, repaired your own sandals, milked your own animals, and served those around you despite being the greatest of creation.
They told me that no one sat with you except that he loved you.
No one looked into your face except that his heart became attached to you.
No one heard your words except that he recognised truth.
My master, O Messenger of Allah ﷺ,
The world has known kings, conquerors, emperors, philosophers, and rulers.
But it has never known a man more merciful than you.
You were sent as a mercy to all worlds.
You wept for your Ummah before it was even born.
You worried about us before we existed.
You carried our concerns before we knew our own names.
When Allah Most High honoured you with the Night Journey and Ascension, and opened for you what had never been opened for any prophet before you, your concern was not for yourself.
Your concern was for us.
Your concern was your Ummah.
Your concern was every believer who would come after you until the Day of Judgement.
O Messenger of Allah ﷺ, We Still Remember You
Today, more than fourteen centuries have passed since your departure from this world.
Empires have risen and fallen.
Nations have appeared and disappeared.
Languages have changed.
Borders have shifted.
But your mention remains alive.
Your name is still called from the minarets five times every day.
Your Sunnah is still studied.
Your Seerah is still recited.
Your words are still memorised.
Your tears are still remembered.
Your love still fills hearts across every continent.
Millions who have never seen you still long for you.
Millions still send blessings upon you every day.
Millions still teach their children your name before they teach them any other name.
But O Messenger of Allah ﷺ, If Only You Could See Us Today
If only you could see the condition of your Ummah.
The Ummah for which you stood in prayer until your blessed feet became swollen.
The Ummah for which you cried.
The Ummah for which you made du’a.
The Ummah for which you asked Allah again and again.
O Messenger of Allah ﷺ,
Gaza bleeds.
Its children are buried beneath rubble.
Its mothers search for their loved ones among ruins.
Its fathers stand helpless before hunger, displacement, and loss.
Al Aqsa remains occupied.
The cries of the oppressed rise to the heavens.
Across the lands of Islam, millions are displaced, imprisoned, orphaned, and forgotten.
Many among us have become divided.
Our hearts have become attached to this world.
Our ranks have become fractured.
We argue over small matters while great wounds consume the Ummah.
Knowledge is abundant, yet sincerity is scarce.
Voices are loud, yet hearts are weak.
We have more means than many nations before us, yet we often feel powerless.
We have more information than any generation in history, yet we struggle to find wisdom.
We have more comfort, yet less tranquillity.
More possessions, yet less contentment.
More buildings, yet fewer hearts illuminated by remembrance.
Yet We Have Not Forgotten
Despite our weakness, O Messenger of Allah ﷺ, we have not forgotten.
We still turn towards your Sunnah when darkness surrounds us.
We still find hope in your words.
We still find comfort in your example.
We still believe that the path to honour lies in following your guidance.
We still gather to hear your Seerah.
We still weep when your sacrifices are mentioned.
We still send blessings upon you.
And we still hope that one day Allah will gather us beneath your banner.
My master, O Messenger of Allah ﷺ,
I am one member of your Ummah.
A sinner.
A servant in need of mercy.
A believer struggling through the trials of this age.
But I ask Allah to never deprive me of love for you.
For if a person possesses sincere love for the Messenger of Allah ﷺ, then he possesses a treasure greater than this world and everything within it.
A Final Prayer
O Allah, send abundant peace and blessings upon our master Muhammad ﷺ.
Gather us under his banner on the Day when neither wealth nor children will benefit anyone.
Grant us his intercession.
Fill our hearts with love for him.
Revive his Sunnah within us.
Unite the Ummah upon truth and guidance.
Relieve the suffering of the oppressed.
Protect the people of Gaza and all those who are persecuted across the lands of Islam.
Forgive our shortcomings.
Strengthen our faith.
And allow us to meet Your Beloved ﷺ at the Fountain, while he is pleased with us and we are honoured by his presence.
Ameen.
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