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In Bethlehem’s quiet, starlit night,
A mother cradled a sacred light.
Mary, chosen to bear a divine grace,
In her arms, love’s tender embrace.

A gentle soul, so pure and mild,
Mary, the mother of the holy child.
Her love, a beacon in the darkest hour,
A symbol of God’s mercy and power.

A guiding star in a world so dim,
Her faith unwavering, her heart a hymn.
She nurtured the Savior, God’s own plan,
With love and care, she raised the Son of Man.

In her eyes, a wisdom profound,
In her heart, a love that knew no bound.
Through trials and tribulations, she stood strong,
With grace, she faced every trial and wrong.

The light of Mary, a radiant glow,
In her love, the world would come to know.
A mother’s devotion, pure and true,
An eternal flame, forever renew.

From humble beginnings, a story unfolds,
The love of a mother, in history’s scrolls.
Mary, a symbol of love’s endless might,
Guiding us all towards the heavenly light.

In the heart of Kaaba’s sacred space,
Lies a treasure, a heavenly trace.
A stone as black as the deepest night,
A symbol of faith, a guiding light.

The Black Stone, ancient and revered,
With stories of pilgrims, its history’s steered.
A gift from heaven, a meteor’s descent,
A piece of paradise, to earth, it was sent.

A relic of prophets, kissed by the blessed,
In its ebony hue, hearts find rest.
Circled by pilgrims in worship and praise,
It marks the start of their Hajj’s phase.

As the Kaaba’s cornerstone, it stands with grace,
A connection to God, a sacred embrace.
Though black as coal, it shines so bright,
Guiding souls towards the eternal light.

O Black Stone, witness to countless dreams,
Where faith and devotion eternally streams.
In your sacred presence, hearts find home,
As pilgrims kiss your surface, they’re never alone.

In Mecca’s sacred sands, beneath the scorching sun,
A mother’s love and faith, a journey just begun.
Hajer, a name that echoes through the ages past,
Her strength and resilience, a story meant to last.

Amidst the arid desert, she ran from Safa to Marwa’s crest,
In search of life’s sustenance, her heart put to the test.
With Isma’il, her beloved son, her hope in God unwavering,
She ran seven times between those hills, her faith forever engraving.

Her call for water echoed in the valley’s empty space,
A mother’s desperate plea, a longing to embrace,
The gift of God’s provision, a miracle in disguise,
The blessed Zamzam spring, a wellspring that never dries.

Hajer, a symbol of strength, of a mother’s boundless love,
Her faith, her determination, inspired from up above.
Her footsteps on that sacred path, a testament of grace,
In the timeless journey of Hajj, her legacy we embrace.

In the ancient sands of Abraham’s birth,
A prophet chosen for his endless worth.
Ibrahim, upon the sacred earth,
A man of God, his soul’s eternal hearth.

With heart ablaze, he sought the truth’s own girth,
Rejecting idols, he turned to God’s true worth.
In fire unscathed, he proved his faith’s great birth,
A testament to God’s protecting mirth.

He journeyed far, through deserts of the earth,
His trust in Allah, his only guide from birth.
A father of nations, his legacy’s wide girth,
Through Isma’il and Ishaq, his spiritual hearth.

A friend of God, his life displayed the worth,
Of unwavering faith, from the time of his birth.
Prophet Ibrahim, a light for all on earth,
His story, in God’s wisdom, holds great rebirth.

In Bethlehem, sacred land, a prophet’s birth,
Chosen by Allah, a mission to unearth.
Prophet Jesus, in Islam’s holy girth,
A messenger of God, his divine worth.

From Mary, pure and chaste, his humble berth,
A miracle, a sign from God’s own hearth.
He spoke in cradle, showing human’s mirth,
Proclaiming his prophethood from early birth.

With miracles bestowed, he proved his might,
Healing the sick and giving blind their sight.
By God’s command, he’d make the dead take flight,
Reviving souls, a beacon shining bright.

The message he conveyed, a call to right,
To worship one true God, the endless light.
A path of love and mercy, clear and tight,
A prophet of Islam, in God’s daylight.

In later times, he’ll descend from great height,
To herald the return of justice’s light.
Prophet Jesus, in Islam’s sacred rite,
A guide for all, his message taking flight.

In Mecca’s desert, a gentle breeze did blow,
A prophet came, his heart a sacred glow.
Muhammad, peace upon him, his name we know,
The seal of prophets, God’s divine light’s flow.

A chosen one, with wisdom to bestow,
To guide the lost, to help the spirits grow.
His message clear, in Allah’s name he’d show,
The path to heaven, where pure waters flow.

With patience strong, through trials he would go,
His faith unwavering, like a steady bow.
He taught of love, compassion’s steady tow,
A beacon in the dark, a radiant rainbow.

The seal of prophets, to all the world did show,
The way to peace, where God’s pure fountains flow.
His legacy lives on, a river’s endless tow,
In hearts of those who in his teachings grow.

Krishna, divine and radiant in His grace,
A prophet of God, with a sacred trace,
He walked the earth, His message clear and bright,
Proclaiming oneness, in God’s holy light.

In tales of yore, His wisdom did unfold,
A teacher, guide, with stories to be told,
He spoke of love, devotion pure and true,
Of worshiping the One, both me and you.

With peacock feathered crown, and flute in hand,
He roamed the lands, a mystic in the sand,
His teachings echoed through the ancient skies,
A call to seek the truth, to be truly wise.

He danced with gopis, in a joyful ring,
To show that unity is heaven’s spring,
In every soul, the divine did reside,
And through devotion, one could reach God’s side.

Krishna’s lessons, timeless and profound,
Revealed the essence, where truth is found,
He preached the oneness, the Tawhid’s pure decree,
That God is One, in every heart to see.

So, Krishna, prophet, with a message clear,
Guided us toward the truth we hold dear,
In His embrace, the love of God did shine,
A beacon for the soul, a path divine.

Kali, with her fierce and untamed might,
A celestial of destruction, bathed in night,
She wields her sword, a cosmic force of change,
To cleanse the world of darkness, rearrange.

Her dance is wild, a tempest in the skies,
Unleashing storms, the old world she defies,
With fiery eyes that burn with sacred fire,
She purifies the souls, takes them higher.

In her destructive dance, she cuts the ties,
That bind us to illusions, worldly lies,
Her laughter echoes, breaking ego’s chains,
For transformation often comes with pains.

Yet, Kali’s love is hidden deep within,
A mother’s love, the purest origin,
She births the new, from ashes of the old,
In her destruction, mysteries unfold.

The world may fear her, with her fierce demeanor,
But in her chaos, we find the divine arena,
For Kali’s purpose is to set us free,
From worldly bonds, illusions, make us see.

She is the creator of time, in cycles she weaves,
Infinite patterns, every soul perceives,
Her destructive dance is but a part,
Of the eternal dance, creation’s art.

So, do not dread her, for she’s here to bless,
To break attachments, offer soul’s progress,
Kali, with her power, fierce and pure,
Is the catalyst for transformation, that’s for sure.