Qasim Rashid, Esq.

His Holiness, the Khalifa of Islam, Mirza Masroor Ahmad, represents the most powerful proof on Earth that Islam is a living religion, full of compassion, peace, and harmony.

Below is a poem I wrote in 2008, describing my elation when His Holiness graciously accepted our wedding invitation in London. With his arrival in 2012 in my home country—America—and therefore essentially in my home, I am again filled with that same excitement and wonder. I hope you enjoy my poem, entitled, My Blessed Guest.

all the satans assunder

while I sit and I marvel at this Spiritual Wonder

Through the black holes indeed I felt his cosmic explosion

Could I?

To my ever so humble request and unless

It raw

much less real

but I know what I feel

My Wonder said I do

Accept the invitation, to your spiritual culmination

Planets divide and mountains implode

While a humble creation has his humble Waleema

Gets a glimpse into heaven with his blessed Khalifa

of Allah’s Mercy upon me

Cannot be described to thee,

It’s like the white feathered birds

A dream, conceived in a state of unimaginability

A moment in time of spiritual incredibility

of ridicule and laughter,

to capture,

my spiritual dream,

That is what they were after

So to protect my dream I followed the path of the Prophet (sa)

That Pricless Prophet (sa) and his patient prayer for peace

And just like with thunder I sat in a blunder

So beautiful yet dare I say frightening?

Wrapped in a body with a soul of perfection

of flaw fear or fitna,

Since his conception

my Wonder’s been engrossed in all Allah’s reflection

And I saw a holy victory, one No One could deny,

Of the Sun and the Moon

He was sheerly consumed!

And I, by his presence, could finally assume

Heaven was at hand

Planets divided and mountains imploded

And a humble creation had his humble Waleema

Got a glimpse into heaven with his blessed Khalifa

Uncontrollably shaking, my nerves were invading

My soul so elating, and savouring,

this spiritual force called Masroor

My Wonder, full of Al Noor

The spiritually pure,

For this world he Is the cure

a compromised mallady

the casualty,

my soul yes my reasons, were all but mere treason

To the need of Allah’s unity,

I hadn’t any answers to break satans mutiny

his pertainancy,

like Ayatul Kursee

Is the answer to this era’s salvation,

without my Wonder’s prayers

we accept desecration

his infusion

Isn’t just some childish illusion,

But it’s the path to our Lord,

With Allah Himself as our award

Planets divided and mountains imploded

And a humble creation had his humble Waleema

When the universe ceases and all will have passed

When life’s said and done only Allah will last

When the scroll’s will be written with all who attest

On March 3rd my Wonder, was My Blessed Guest