Al-Ghazali Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the heart of the ancient world,
where deserts whisper secrets
and the stars, like scattered thoughts,
adorn the velvet night,
there lived a seeker,
a soul ablaze with questions,
Al-Ghazali, a name woven
into the fabric of time.

Through the bustling markets of Baghdad,
where spices danced in the air,
and scholars congregated
like moths to the flame of knowledge,
he walked,
a humble heart cloaked in curiosity,
his mind a labyrinth of reason and faith,
a bridge spanning the chasm
between the seen and the unseen.

With ink-stained fingers and furrowed brow,
he penned tomes that would echo
through the corridors of centuries,
a voice of clarity
amidst the clamor of doubt.
He unraveled the threads of philosophy,
slicing through the tangle
with a sword forged in reflection,
challenging the minds of men
to look beyond the veil
of mere existence.

In the quietude of night,
when the world was hushed,
he sought communion with the Divine,
his heart a chalice,
overflowing with yearning,
a flame flickering in the dark,
illuminating the path of self-discovery.
He found solace in the stillness,
the sacred silence
where whispers of truth
danced like shadows.

The Sufi mystic,
a wanderer of the soul,
he embraced the paradox of being,
the intertwining of love and loss,
the dance of the ephemeral,
each step a prayer,
each breath a testament
to the beauty of existence.
He taught that knowledge,
when stripped of arrogance,
is but a humble servant
leading us to the threshold
of the Infinite.

Al-Ghazali, a lantern in the fog,
a beacon for the lost,
he beckoned the hearts of men
to awaken from the slumber of indifference,
to dive deep into the ocean
of their own consciousness,
to emerge, transformed,
like pearls from the depths,
radiant, whole,
bearing the wisdom of the ages.

And as the sands of time
slipped through the fingers of history,
his legacy blossomed,
a garden of thought,
where scholars and seekers alike
gathered to sip from the well
of enlightenment,
nourished by the waters
of his insights,
the echoes of his voice
still resonating in the hearts of those
who dare to question,
to seek,
to love,
to believe.

In the tapestry of existence,
woven with threads of doubt and faith,
Al-Ghazali stands,
a testament to the journey,
the endless pursuit of truth,
a reminder that in the labyrinth of the mind,
the heart will always find its way home.