Poem to Brother's Effort.of Iman

🔴🔴🔴🌏🌏🌏POEM ON THE WORK OF DAWATH TABLIG 👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻They came a-knocking on my door,

Not one- not two- not three, but four

I was half asleep you could hear me snore

Those brothers with tablighi tendencies hardcore.

I tried my best to ignore,

Those people whom I used to abhor,

I always thought of tabligh as quite a bore.

Those pacifists who never talk of war.

But this was before I used to pray

To me spirituality was just a cliche,

So I wasted my entire life away

9 to 5 work was my routine everyday

But something woke me from my hibernation,

Perhaps it was divine decree for my salvation?

So I went down the stairs with trepidation

And opened the door with hesitation.

We exchanged salams and I let them enter,

They suggested I visit the markaz- the tablighi center,

So I agreed eventually not wishing to dissent

And they made me stand and wrote down my intent.

And ever since I have travelled the globe,

In my coloured hat and delightful robe,

Gone are the nights of the flashing disco strobe

The Masjid has become my nocturnal abode.

And in my days I call to ALLAH-the heavenly Lord,

And besides him none deserves to be adored,

Doors are slammed in my face and I am often ignored,

But I aspire in Jannah to a great reward

I no Longer drive a Lamborghini,

My wife sports now a niqaab, and not a bikini

The sunnah of milk has replaced my Vodka martini,

Oh what joy to be a tablighi

What do kings know of what we own?

They but delight in their earthly throne

Praise be to God who kept the pleasures of tabligh unknown,

How can the deaf man appreciate Beethoven's tone?

How many a person has been caused by tabligh to convert,

By the simplicity of message-pure and clean without dirt

This sweet spiritual nectarous desert,

Waking and changing sinful hearts that once were inert

There may not be pamphlets or elaborate computer graphics,

No polished speeches to give people kicks,

No free-mixing of guys and chicks

Like some conferences –we've all seen the pix

But to nourish water just needs to be simple and pure

This much my friend I can assure

That though it has no electrifying allure

It's a way oft-tried and most secure

Scientists say a true equation's truth lies in its simplicity,

So Said William of Ockham in conformity,

Tabligh is simple , true and full of authenticity,

In both worlds it will give you felicity.

There's no takalluf – or fake duplicity,

Only a shallow pond pretends to have depth with turbidity,

So in this age of media spin an sophistry

Tableegh provides us with many a refreshing quality

Purity, probity, modesty, integrity,
Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.