Ibn Rushd: The Light Of Reason Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the sunlit halls of Cordoba,
where shadows dance with whispers of thought,
a mind ignited,
like a lantern in the dark—
Ibn Rushd,
a name that echoes through the corridors of time,
daring to bridge the chasm
between faith and reason,
between the ancients and the seekers.

Born under the Andalusian sky,
where the call to prayer mingles
with the stirrings of philosophy,
he wandered through scrolls of Aristotle,
unraveling the threads of logic,
seeking the unity of truth,
not in the sanctity of dogma,
but in the clarity of understanding.

Oh, how he danced with doubt,
embracing it,
like a lover at twilight,
for in every question,
he found the seeds of wisdom,
and in the tumult of ideas,
he forged the path of enlightenment,
his pen a sword against the ignorance
that cloaked the minds of men.

In the marketplace of ideas,
he stood tall,
a beacon for the lost,
his voice a clarion call,
resonating with the harmony of the spheres,
challenging the blindfolds of tradition,
inviting the world to ponder,
to dissect the fabric of existence,
to see the divine in the rational,
the rational in the divine.

Yet, amidst the accolades,
the accolades that flowed like the rivers,
came the shadows,
the whispers of dissent,
for the truth is often a double-edged sword,
and the chains of orthodoxy
are heavy,
binding the hearts of those
who fear the light.

Ah, Ibn Rushd,
you spoke of the harmony of the cosmos,
the dance of the stars,
and the heartbeat of the earth,
your thoughts like a river,
flowing through the ages,
nourishing the soil of inquiry,
sprouting seedlings of Renaissance,
inviting scholars from distant lands
to sip from your well of knowledge.

In the twilight of your years,
as the sands of time slipped through your fingers,
you watched the world unfold,
the tapestry of ideas weaving
into a fabric rich and vibrant,
colored by the hues of your intellect,
a legacy unfurling like a banner
against the tempest of ignorance.

Yet still, your spirit roams,
in the minds of those who dare to question,
in the hearts of those who seek,
in the classrooms echoing with the sounds
of debate and discourse,
your voice, a gentle breeze,
reminding us that to think,
to ponder, to argue,
is to be truly alive.

Oh, Ibn Rushd,
philosopher, physician, poet,
your light shines still,
a guiding star for the curious,
a reminder that in the pursuit of knowledge,
we find not just answers,
but the very essence of our humanity,
that the quest for understanding
is the greatest journey of all.