ALMISKEENAH

 

O MAJESTIC MOON.

O Majestic Moon, your face darkly shaded in this night of velvet. You seem to be hiding from the twinkle of the starts as you retreat, reflecting in solitude on how it was all those hundreds of years ago.  How anxious you must have been peering down in your dark phase awaiting the moment the world had been created for.

O Majestic Moon, what breadth and magnitude of the signs of the Creator you have seen. Multitude displays of magnificence you have been blessed to share. Witnessing over thousands of light years the stage being readied for the time ordained when the Divinity of Allah Himself would grace humanity through His most beloved, the Mercy of the Worlds.

O Majestic Moon, created from one drop of sweat from the face of the Holy Soul of Muhammad as it recited Al-Qahhar from the Most Beautiful Names. Your entry into the realm of the tangible was a time so phenomenal, totally beyond our comprehension. O Majestic Moon, were you present when Jibril was asked by the Prophet Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam how long he had been created? Did you hear Jibril answer that he did not know? That all he knew was that every seventy thousand years a tremendous light shone forth from the Canopy of the Divine Throne, and since the time of his creation it had appeared twelve thousand times! How did you remain suspended in your orb bearing testimony to all of this O Majestic Moon? What unimaginable joy and splendor must have infused the time when there were only the souls of Angels, the Tablets and the Pen, the sun, the planets, the stars and you, before the Almighty fashioned Adam from clay.

O Majestic Moon, what heavy secrets and profound knowledge you have been given witness to through the glory of all previous prophets.  What sublime teachings have been revealed, all noted by your constant presence; all leading to the coming of the crown of creation. You must have known as you attentively heard the melodious voice of Dawud sing his Zabur that words more sublime were to follow. Or as you gasped at the beauty of Yusuf that one born of the Light of the Light was destined to follow with blessings beyond compare. Or while listening to Musa speak with the Almighty that He was yet to send the most praiseworthy of all. Or watching Nuh spend hundreds of years calling all to worship the One, with few heeding his advice, knowing that it was written on the Arch of Allah that He was preparing the world for the one who would excel in generosity and munificence and whose teachings would spread to every corner of the earth you see rotating as you orbit around it. Or how amazing it must have been to share your space with Sulaiman flying by with a throng of Angels and Jinn shading his vast kingdom. O Majestic Moon, did you ever wonder how anything greater could be promised?

O Majestic Moon, my feeble mind can barely imagine the signs you witnessed during the final year of preparation. Auspicious Divine precursors of the light to come. Abraha with his mighty army reduced to mere stubble by the sheer might of Allah by the obedience of the smallest of birds! Allahu Akbar. While you were the spectator of the dramatic antics of the elephant, the Qudrat of Allah the Almighty, and His plans of perfection, surely more resounding cries of Allahu Akbar filled the heavens. And the same year rains of mercy must have blurred your vision as they drenched land parched and barren for years. Divine signs.  Flourishing crops, fattened herds. Harbingers of the illustrious Orphaned Pearl from Paradise gently stirring in the womb of our dearest lady, his mother, Aminah. Verily, The Year of Plenty! Allahu Akbar.

O Majestic Moon, isn’t every second a second of plenty with the knowledge that everything is under the wise decree of the Creator of Causes?  The One Who Caused the return of His favoured Abdullah at such a time when he was to rejoice in being the father of Your cherished and most exalted creation.  O Majestic Moon, you must have seen why he was favoured? The heart wrenching moment when his father Abdul-Muttalib was prepared to sacrifice him, but Our Rabb accepted one hundred camels instead. What memories this must have stirred when centuries earlier you also peered down watching Ibrahim dutifully obeying the commands of Almighty Allah, by also offering to sacrifice his son. O Majestic Moon, did you shed one tear, enough to fill an ocean, realizing the Almighty’s grand plan for His Beloved not to know his father, so that he would call on Him directly? SubhanAllah!  

O majestic Moon, just as you excitedly have always waited for your appointed time, we too, with great expectation will watch for your delicate silver thread embroidered in a sky of silk, your shy face heralding the beginning of the month of celebration. A celebration of the coming of the Embellishment of all that Allah Ta’ala has Embellished.

O Majestic Moon, may we join you along with the entire creation, in a continuous refrain of countless salutations, until there remains not a single drop of salutations upon Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, whose light preceeded all creation.

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.