Upon the plains of Badar town,
Two armies met, their banners flown.
The Muslim force, so small and few,
Faced mighty foes, a thousand true.
The Quraysh tribesmen, fierce and bold,
Were armed with swords and shields of gold.
Their leader Abu Jahl, so proud,
Saw victory as a foregone crowd.
Yet on the other side did stand,
The Prophet Muhammad(PBH) , sword in hand.
His faith in God, so strong and sure,
Inspired his troops, steadfast and pure.
The battle raged, a fearsome sight,
As swords clashed in the scorching light.
The Muslims fought with heart and soul,
While Mecca's finest took their toll.
But then a miracle, so divine,
A shower of angels, row on row in line.
The Muslims saw and were emboldened,
The Quraysh's spirit, now beholden.
In the end, the Muslims emerged victorious,
Their faith and courage, now so glorious.
The Battle of Badar, a turning point in history,
A triumph for Islam, a true mystery.
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