Happy Birthday, our Beloved ...

Allama Iqbal, may God have mercy on him, said it all when, while passing around the Arabian peninsula on a sea journey, he said,

“I wish I were a grain of sand in the desert of Arabia. The winds would blow me from one place till I would come and rest in another place in the desert. Then the winds would blow me from that place too and I would come to rest in yet another place ... ”

I guess I can’t write a better article at the occasion of the birthday of the Beloved, peace be upon him, than these few lines.

Salla Allah o Alaihe Wa Sallam

God bless you all and have fun.

Who Said I Wasn't There ... ?

Who said I wasn’t there?

I was the dust that you threw in their eyes
I was the pillar that you leaned against
I was the mule that you rode upon
I was the tree that prostrated to you

Who said I wasn’t there?

I was the sandal underneath your feet
When they were hitting you with stones
I am the one who took you away from them
Then God sent the blessed shower of blood
So that it would be difficult to separate us

Who said I wasn’t there?