Lost in the desert is the youth's caravan Clueless about who is God's man? Who will answer their questions? Who will lead their generation?
Our society is devoid of a hero Perpetually stranded at point zero Blinded by caprice, ego, and lust Ignorant of the covenant and trust
The angels are yet to be proven wrong Where is the man of conviction so strong?
Mental health has become a crisis Is distraction from misery a bliss?
Social media is the diet of the senses No soaring thought, no clear lenses
Vulgarity fills the eyes of people The will for restraint grows feeble
Spirituality has become a name for pretense The dearth of authenticity is immense
Novices ridicule the giants of the past Without whom Islam could never have last
Is reverence for saints a superstition? Is genuine scholarship now a fiction?
Can we separate the message from the messengers? Is the journey complete without the passengers?
Are classical modes of learning obsolete? Can there be burning without the heat?
There is a fear within the youth's mind Religion means a life of a boring kind
Dogma and rituals alone bring no elation The search for truth grants emancipation
When faith's true essence is revealed The vessel of confusion is sealed
When the station of gnosis is reached Escape from emptiness is no longer beseeched
How can we rise above decadence? How can we reclaim our significance?
Political and economic revival are not the root They are merely the tree's fruit
Civilizational renaissance is the goal The rejuvenation of mind, heart, and soul
The restoration of that worldview The criterion of false and true
Our legacy is too rich to fade away It nourishes the intellect even today
It fills the void of the modern man Who stands at odds with the Divine plan
It raises the spirit beyond the sky It grants the seeker an inner eye
It lifts the veils that leave us blind Revealing reality of a different kind
It gives birth to polymaths and sages Whose insights transcend all ages
Where logic does not defy revelation Observation complements contemplation
Science does not displace religion Philosophy embraces spiritual intuition
Modernity does not mock tradition Diversity does not lead to division
No branch of knowledge is viewed with suspicion Specialization does not create fragmentation
Purity of intent beautifies every decision Human striving emanates from divine provision
No blame is cast upon the external condition All accountability lies in inner submission
Collective benefit surpasses personal ambition Every deed is part of a grand vision
Every narrative revolves around the Creator Every method traces back to His Messenger ď·ş
Death is not an end but a transition Its preparation is the natural disposition
Art, literature, calligraphy, or any composition Higher ideals are pursued instead of exhibition
Every book is a creative, original exposition Bestowing upon us a fresh interpretation
In the eyes of God, we seek recognition With indifference to societal validation
Serving Islam alone is the ignition With the devil remains our competition
Quran and Sunnah form our nutrition The lives of saints fill us with inspiration
Each believer bears a divine mission Each prayer holds a silent confession
The Sufi and the scholar are at peace Piercing through truth piece by piece
Creating ways to let the spirit soar Reasons to let faith's lion roar
Only that walk is called a path Where the human self takes a bath
Where patience is the sword Gratitude is the magic wand
Greatness is not reaching the stars But becoming the human you truly are
Every word, an echo of sacrifice Every act, a window to paradise
God's remembrance fills all leisure Sagacity is sought like treasure
Virtue flourishes beyond measure A brother's success brings pleasure
Sects do not conspire against one other The call for unity is now or never
O Muslims, do not weep at your plight A day is destined to succeed the night
Bring back the truthfulness of Abu Bakar The power of Umar
Usman's chastity The wisdom of Ali
The Prophet's ď·ş four dimensions Pillars of an Islamic revolution
Thrive in that generation's shadow Whose colours alone form a rainbow
On the Night of Ascension, God defied physics For His Beloved ď·ş, there were no limits
Where Gabriel was denied even a step ahead The two lovers gained proximity head to head
The two mirrors reflected one another A spectacle beyond the reach of wonder
The fabric of time and space bows to that maestro Who breathes only for Muhammad's ď·ş manifesto!