That night I closed my
in pain and suffering,
I was aware of my despair.
Distant dreams and lonely nights,
Buried my soul long ago so deep, So it couldn’t speak.
Long into the night I woke up,
saw the Sun was rising
and the moon began
person was appearing.
Someone had come, never did I smell such a scent,
the beauty of this
fragrance took the pain from within,
a cure had come.
Never did I deserve to
see his glimpse, never was I able to see his enlightened face, just didn’t have such a fate,
Out of sight but there, My soul was touched,
I knew Mustafa was there.
The Prophet’s fragrance was sent from the Giver and the Bestower,
scent revives the faith, guides the believers, comforts the grievers
and wakes up those sleepers.
has travelled, through the ages it has come
From the dark night in the Hira, passing with the warm air around Baitullah in
night of exile into Medina.
what a fragrance this was,
scenting the cool breeze,
glad tidings to the Ansar.
The Fragrance filled
the nights with prayer and blessings,
Words of the Quran were brought with the scent of wisdom Companions
wore it in their hearts and souls,
The air of Badr filled it as the enemies ran,
and in Uhud the believers felt it as they fell and rose again.
The Fragrance from The Prophet never went into the blessed grave in Medina, It can be found when the believers open the Quran
it comes into their homes when they remember the Bestower,
the blessings are sent onto him, it fills their souls.
The Prophet (saw) is ours, he remains with the Quran and still brings Islam, his fragrance cannot be seen, but it can be
It cannot be contained but it can be kissed and touched
I was awake that night,
I have never been more awake since,
because I now have faith,
became my faith, believe me
Because I Have it.