Echoes Of The Prophets Poem by Mystic Qalandar

To be a true Ummati
is to walk in footsteps of light—
to grow in the faith of Tawheed,
learning from Allah
through His voices across time:
the prophets,
echoes of guidance
for every wandering soul.

It is to shape the self
in their gentleness and fire,
to carry their call
into the hearts of others,
to shatter the false mirrors of duality,
and stand in the truth
of the One, indivisible Being.

Faith is not repetition—
it is reflection.
The more we walk with the prophets,
the more their likeness
mirrors through us:
to love God wholly,
to love His creation as He does.

One by one they came,
messengers veiled in mercy,
voices carved in warning.
Their words fell like rain
from heaven to earth,
awakening the sleeping heart.

Noah cried aloud—
"Seek forgiveness of your Lord,
for He is the Ever-Forgiving."
The rain descended, the waters rose,
but the true flood
was within the soul.

Hud stood among ruins of arrogance—
"Worship Allah; there is no deity but Him."
Reason trembled in his breath,
a reminder to hearts
that forgot their source.

Salih, soft as desert wind,
spoke to dwellings of stone:
"Repent to your Lord;
He is near and responsive."
Even the rocks leaned closer,
listening.

Then came Shu‘ayb,
measured, just, unyielding:
"Give full measure and weight in justice,
and spread not corruption on the earth."
The marketplace fell still—
each conscience
stood beneath the unseen gaze.

And at last, Muhammad—
the seal of mercy and insight:
"This is my way;
I call to Allah with vision—
I and those who follow me."
Fear Him, love Him,
for in Him alone
rests the refuge of all hearts.

From dawn to dusk,
through centuries and silence,
their call flows on—
a river that never dries,
a remembrance that never fades.

To fear Allah is not to tremble—
it is to return.
To remember the One
who shaped us,
who holds us
in every breath.

—October,21,2025