…the dark broody cumulus clouds that were drooping heavily over Madinatun Nabi, carrying the potential to release incredible amounts of energy, were the first warning signs of an approaching storm…dramatic silvery highlights were painted around the edges with monochromatic blues and greys being dominant in this stormy palette…
…then an eerie silence…and a placid stillness before Allah Ta’ala’s displayed a fraction of His power and might…SubhanAllah…we mere mortals would never be able to comprehend His Qudrat…fire cooled…blunt blades sharpened…pebbles speak…moon splits…food multiplies…water gushes from dry wells…cities doomed in one terrifying jolt…Allahu Akbar!!
…Allahu Akbar…throbbing filled the tempestuous air from the vibration of the umbrella sails in the courtyard…drums beating a warning…sisters scattered as brothers hurriedly rolled up carpets…scampering with them to be stored undercover…bins flew…plastic cups and bags soared heavenward…hijabs, abayas, niqabs wrapped around scuttling sisters as they huddled in doorways waiting for bags to be checked before retreating to the safety of inside Masjid Nabawi…the body automatically taking heed of the Hadith saying to the effect to seek solace in the Masjid when the wind howls…
…rapidly changing colours were splattered across the sky with soft hues of the gentlest pinks and mauves reflected of the Masjid…the wind defying any gentleness…whipping, twisting…cavorting in a mad dance…despite the conditions, the exhilarating energy was tantalizing and exuberant…abrasive sand crystals smart eyes…but as with everything this too passes…replaced with the welcomed perfumed dust calming all…
…and so it is, with the stormy palettes that arise in all manner of colours and hues within the heart and soul, to eventually depart…transforming and reinvigorating energy states…
…turmoil and tumult was bestowed upon all the Prophets Alaihummas Salam…on our esteemed Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum, the greatest of scholars to the most ordinary of mankind…on our Beloved Liegelord SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…Alhumdulillah for the gift of Divine Speech and the Sunnah to assist us in sailing through whatever rough stormy waters or skies may befall us…may we never lose sight of the blessings that are showering us second by second…regardless of the colours chosen by Allah Ta’ala to imbue the situation…because InshaAllah the welcomed perfumed dust will be applied as a calming balm…
O Allah bless our master Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and his wives and progeny and all Prophets and Messengers and closest angels and all the righteous servants of God in all the rain that has fallen since the sky was formed and bless our master Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam in everything the earth had produced since it was spread out.
O Allah bless our master Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam with blessings as copious as the rain contained in every downpour and with every shower that has ever fallen…and with every clap of thunder and every lightning bolt.
O Allah bless our master Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam with blessings as magnificent as all the colours You decorate the world and with blessings equal to the speed of the wind.
O Allah I have believed in our master Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and I have not seen him so do not deprive my heart of a vision of him and provide me with his companionship and have die on his way and lead me to drink from his pool plentifully, blissfully, heartily, a drink after which we will never fell thirst, for You are the Power of all things!
Dalail Khayrat with a few additions.
O my God, give me a burning breast!
O my God, bestow on me weeping eyes!
O my God, keep me utterly intoxicated with the love of Ahmad!
O my God, the one who is ill of love for him–he is forgiven.
O my God, give me the pain of the passionate love of Mustafa and give me the balm of communion with him.
O my God, make me the dust of Madina, fasten my boat to its landing place!
O my God, free me from the negligence of time into the place of al-Mustafa, the lord of the Universe.
Grant me to rest in faith in his city in a grave in al-Baqi…
My soul is laid out on your footsteps O Ahmad:
This station it has asked for from God.
…Sayyid Ahmad Khan
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.