A Prayer like unto Daniel’s

daniel in the lions den

O God have mercy on me; in you my soul takes refuge. In the midst of lions, surrounded by ravenous beasts, with teeth of spears, with tongues as sharp as swords I call upon your name O Lord. From the depths of the pit, hear my plea. Come near. You say, “Do not fear.” O Lord, take up my case and redeem my life. I will extol the Lord at all times. His praise be ever on my lips. But those who seek the Lord, will lack for no good thing. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord rescues him from them all. You have rescued me from the mouth of lions, and I will declare your name to my brothers. In the congregation I will praise you. You who fear the Lord, praise him!

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Al-Amin

Ya Al-Amin
O Trustworthy One

I loved you. I loved you more than I could have ever expressed to my Lord in prayer, in prose or poem. I wept at the thought of your cause and your position as The Messenger. The conviction of which you held to the rope of God and the heartache and abuse you suffered for delivering your message moved me to become someone that my former self could scant recognize. I loved you.

I trusted you. I trusted your words and your actions. To me, you were the most perfect of men, beloved by God and mankind. You without sin and without blemish, though human still and with perfect imperfection. I looked upon you as a standard for my own life, my own humanity, and my own manhood. You were known by your people to have never spoken a lie and even amongst your enemies you were Al-Amin. I trusted you.

I believed in you. I believed in your God and in your message. I believed your recitation that was from our Lord to be the most beautiful poetic verse I had ever the privilege to hear. I believed you when you said La Ilaha Ilalah, and I answered with Muhammadan Rasullulah. I believed your plight and your love for me as your “brother”. I believed in you as your wife did that night on the mountain. I believed your ascent, O your ascent into Heaven. My God, how I believed in you.

You were my father, my brother, my friend, my master, my beloved, and my Rasul! You were complete in my eyes as the most merciful of men. You were thrown out by your own people, despised by pagans and Jews alike. Arabia has not seen the like of you before or after. My Master! Have you been a dream!? I loved you as a son loves a father! I loved you more than my flesh and blood! I am ashamed, and I am destroyed.

I sat you at the foot of the throne of God in a Temple of Certitude, and you poisoned the foundation. You cracked the walls and muddied the gold, turned to hard stone the heart that once beat and would cease beating for you. O my prophet, my teacher. Why have you deceived me? Why have I been deceived? Why,why, my God, why?