Message Was Clear --- Third Prize

Message Was Clear

Ahmed Khan

Majlis Baltimore

Arose, from the woebegone jungles of India, the moon, full bloom

Reflecting the light of that beautiful Sun that resonated its energy

From that arid Meccan land, from whence the hourglass of sand,

Started, the purification of humanity to increase its sanity, and now,

That second manifestation coming into light by the divine hands of the lamp that was lit,

The message was clear; who knew like you knew of what I knew that he was here with that passive stare, that guided one, THE MESSIH IS HERE! THE MESSIH IS HERE! 

Oh the lovely hands holding the book of all times, the Quran, pondering its depth,

Alone in the darkness and kept, the pen, which is mightier than the sword,

Which no one can afford but him whom the light has been shown full blown,

Came that first book, take a look, you shall see blissfully, the defender of the faith,

Reformer of the age, shout it from roof tops

The message was clear; who knew like you knew of what I knew that he was here with that passive stare, that guided one, THE MESSIH IS HERE! THE MESSIH IS HERE! 

In the spirit of Jesus (a.s) but why? Claim yourself otherwise!

Surprise, it is him and him alone, a Persian personification, a guided one,

To take Islam to the next level, sit down and enjoy the ride, because the son,

The pure and handsome boy, the dream, the prophecy, took the torch and lit the world on fire with a perfect and pure desire

The message was clear; who knew like you knew of what I knew that he was here with that passive stare, that guided one, THE MESSIH IS HERE! THE MESSIH IS HERE! 

Spread the news, at what cost? For persecution is worse than killing, hold on

I am not lost, jihad is in my heart, jihad of the pen, once again, the words flow from the

83 fountains of knowledge, time is on our side, from our forbears to our offspring,

We swing this pendulum harder than ever, until its forever

So my brothers and sisters, hear my words carefully, black or white we’re all part of the same plight,

We need to keep the bigger picture in sight, the streets are crying for knowledge, they are hungry, hear this America, where are ya? Freedom of religions, what good is it if we all sitting like pigeons, in an empty playground,

Play that beautiful hymn of our messih on the airwaves, cause that daze, on everyone’s heart and soul

From that darling year in 1889 to the present day in our mind, totally sublime and only a matter of time, where are the Mufti Mohammad Saddiqques? Take your trailer within your HEART to the streets of America, to America’s soul

The message was clear; who knew like you knew of what I knew that he was here with that passive stare, that guided one, THE MESSIH IS HERE! THE MESSIH IS HERE!