Awakening the Uplifters: A Free Verse for Al-Faaedah Press Members (The Uplifters).
By: ADEDOKUN, Muhammad Adeyemi.
O Indispensable Uplifters!
Uplifters of the cherished Integrity!
Penetrators of Hearts!
Custodians of the Pen!
Architects of Thoughts!
Summoned to change the narrative and
shape opinion about the Ummah.
Kudos to you — Harbingers of Truth.
The ink has never been exhausted,
The pages are yet to be stained.
The thoughts are flowing as a river —
Ready to be contained by the empty pages.
Why the needless break?
Has the mission been abandoned?
What happened to the spirit of resilience?
Has the bond of trust been shattered?
Voices of the Unspoken!
The weight of your words, for once,
should not be underestimated.
Through them, hearts are guided.
Are you complaining about being busy?
Do you feel it has not been easy?
Ready to start, but you just feel dizzy?
Willing to save yourself from being lazy?
Renew your intention,
Turn back to your Lord.
For He is ever there —
To make the journey breezy.
The whistle has been blown.
The race has started.
The baton has been handed over to you,
and every second keeps counting.
Wordsmiths of Wisdom!
Get up and fuel the mission —
For the integrity of the MSSN
Must indeed be uplifted.
“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” (Paul Valéry)
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Reader Discussion (3)
A deeply insightful exploration. The balance between academic discipline and spiritual consciousness is precisely what our student body needs today.
Barakallahu feek Brother Ahmad. May Allah grant our youth steadfastness in learning and practice.
Jazakumullahu Khayran to the editorial team. The references from Surah Taha were especially grounding.
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