To my dearly beloved Prophet
Peace be upon you!
I can almost hear the angels

as they say it back
And I feel the peace

flowing into my heart.

No matter where I am

when I send my salaam

I know it will reach you

And you will send peace to me too

Oh my beloved

On mount Uhud you stood

And as it shook

You called out to it

To be firm

Oh, to be the ground beneath you

That kisses your feet

Oh blessed mountain

Oh blessed ground

Oh my beloved,

A mercy to all

A mercy to the camel

Whose tears overflowed

At the cruelty of its owner

And was embraced by you

Oh fortunate camel

to have been touched

by your blessed hands

Oh my beloved
I am jealous of that tree
The one that cried 
yearning for your closeness

And was cradled by you

A special tree

A blessed tree
A lucky tree

Even the mountains and the trees

sent their salaam to you
Now people are worse
Worse than the hardest stones
Their hearts closed off
Days pass with no mention
of your blessed name 
Escaping their lips

Oh my Beloved
We surely are not worthy
But we deeply wish
To be among those
For whom you plead for.

On the day in which

all the Prophets are begged

But only you oblige

And go to your Lord

In prostration

And ask

And save!

Please oh Allah!!

Let me be among those saved

Let me be among those rescued

Let me be among those who enter

the Eternal Gardens

of which no eye has seen

And no human has touched

Will I make it?

On the day we are raised

Like zombies, from the dead.
When some will wish they were dust…

Will the good outweigh the bad?
Will my book fly towards me

and land in the right hand…

or will my mistakes surprise me?

Tears overflow in my eyes
I am not worthy
And yet

I think
of those prayers you made:
“Ummati, Ummati!”

Oh My beloved, 
With the face that shined
Brighter than the moon
The shoulders that carried

the prophetic seal  
The heart that was opened
And washed
Until there was not even a speck 
Of black

Oh my beloved,
We are lost without you
How did the world not collapse
The day you died
How did it continue

To spin on its axis
How does the sun rise and fall
How do the stars still twinkle
And the clouds not cry
Constant tears of rain

The world sure feels darker
Without you

Oh my beloved

Love for Allah first!

And then you
More dear than anything 
More dear than my parents 
More dear than my husband
More dear than my children
More dear than myself

Peace be upon you
And peace on your Ummah
And peace to the world

And peace back to me