A companion of our Prophet, Bilal, was his name.
A Black by race, poor and a slave.
The more they ridiculed him, the more he rose to fame.
Superiority over the oppressors, to him Allah gave.
Spreadeagled under the Sun, extremely hot.
The lashes that went whipping through the air,
All in vain, couldn’t strike his heart,
His Lord continued to be in there.
“ Do not accept Islam”, they said.
Ma Sha Allah! Their ignorance perfectly flared.
With dried lips and bleeding chest, “Ahad Ahad” is all he said.
And even though we tend to forget all things read,
let not the day come when we say, “The legacy is dead”