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!