Poetry has been a major part of Muslim expression since the advent of Islam. Poetry had a significant role pre Islam, being at the core of society, allowing for the Arab folk tales, tribal pride, customs and traditions to be passed down from generations to generations. Pre Islamic society was very oral and poetry was the means of historical propagation. Hassan ibn Thabit was prophet Muhammad's personal poet who would defend prophet Muhammad in his poetry against the attacks of the Quraish.
As Goldzier states, at that time a poet would be more valuable than a group of soldiers due to the tremendous influence that his poetry would have. Each army would have its own poet to motivate it, and if the poet would be taken down, somehow the morel of the army would go down with it, and it could have fatal consequences.
It has become one of the most controversial topics in our daily life, and one can feel the shivers just at the mention of the word. What is attached to it? What ideology or deviation?
The truth is Spirituality is at the core of Islam, the base of the Quran and the practice of Prophet Muhammad pbu. However since the advent and death of prophet Muhammad, many people due to ignorance have deviated from the sunnah of our prophet. Many people have invented ways to get closer to Alllah, and have not even attempted the ways that Allah the One who gave us everything requested from us or taught us.
Spirituality is all over the Quran and the Sunnah, why go and seek it somewhere else?
Spiritual experiences is what brings someone closer to Allah, a moment of certainty, a moment of sincerity.
This page will relate some experiences that I (jibreelk) had, and others are free to e mail me and share their experiences.
Al Rahman, The Most Merciful
By Jibreelk
My sorrow takes me places I cannot get,
My heart is stabbed by a poison arrow,
My feet are cold, my chest seems narrow.
My eyes are wide and teary red,
I did things that I cannot forget,
I wish I would have never done them at all
But men was created to rise and fall.
But it seems that I fall a lot lately,
My rise has been demised greatly,
And in a moment of anguish and truth,
I look at the sky and all I see is proof,
Proof of Allah's mercy and love,
Proof of His Justice and Punishment from above.
Now my Christian friends say come to us,
There is no need to worry and fuss,
Jesus died for your sins, no need to repent
How far away are they to amend,
And without a doubt and with reason,
I know this to be a ridiculous treason,
Treason against God and His plan,
His plan for the creation of man.
Repent, amend and I will love
Repent, for I am the Most Merciful from Above.
Without You
By Jibreelk
Without You my heart was stoney,
I was deep in regret,
I was bound to forget,
Forgetting Your blessings on me,
Forgetting Your love constantly.
Without You I grew hard,
Without You I fell apart,
I was deep in darkness,
I was living in starkness,
I was mad and drunk with life
I was poised and sinking in strife.
But when You decided to save me,
I knew that you heard my lonely plea.
You gave me a dream that shook me,
You left me no choice so you took me,
And as I woke up You comforted me,
With the Sahada You reverted me,
Back to my natural disposition,
Not to associate to Your position,
There is no God but You,
This is my Sahada, and this story is true.
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