A story of mercy it entails,
He later explained to his darling wife,
As the worst day of his life.
But before we get to this story,
Let’s recap some history,
The circumstances that had caused,
Grief and misery; life had paused.
In the 9th year, sorrow came,
He had gathered little fame,
The Muslims in Mecca were a few,
While Quraiysh’s anger grew.
His uncle then, passed away,
Khadijah too, went away,
And with little help that he had,
He went to Ta’if, with his Zaid.
In Ta’if the chiefs gathered ’round,
And as he spoke, they too found,
That the message which he preached,
Their pagan faith, it had breached.
The chiefs were very haughty men,
Pride had blinded their lowly ken,
They greeted him with mockery,
And accused him of sorcery.
And as he and Zaid walked away,
Stones were hurled on their way,
Abased and hurt, away they fled,
His shoes were covered with crimson red.
Then he complained to his Lord,
And quoth he “I fear none, but fear God,
I complain of my weaknesses,
And seek the light of Your Countenance”.
Bloodied and tired he sought some rest
In an orchard, with a heavy chest,
The owner saw them with some pity,
He sent his servant to their duty.
The servant was a Christian man,
And saw the members of his clan,
And when he ate in the name of God,
The servant heard and jumped aboard.
Down came the Angels and asked the Rasool,
Should we crush these crazy fools,
And he then replied, “Let them be,
Perhaps there’s hope for their progeny”
And thus Muhammad shared his story,
To Aisha who recorded his glory,
And in our veins his legacy shall run,
After all, he was God’s Chosen One.