by Asma bint Shameem
In the middle of the desert across the seven seas, Lies a lush valley most beloved to me. There are no skyscrapers, there is no fancy life. There is nothing of this dunya yet it’s the most beautiful sight. Beautiful are its little houses, so charming are its dusty roads. So gorgeous are its palm trees, bending over with their loads. Its nights are so fragrant, its days are so blessed. No one can describe it….no words to express it. In Madeenah there is peace, Madeenah is a healing. It is a sanctuary for every heart that is feeling. When I look in the streets, I see young children playing. I wonder if they realize the enormity of this blessing... To be brought up in the blessed streets of this sacred city... To wake up every morning and to enjoy its sanctity. What I would give to be in their place, I wish it were me instead! I wish…I make dua……as I lay here in my bed. Ya Rabbi, take me to Madeenah….that’s where I belong. That’s my place…everywhere else seems so wrong. I just don’t belong here…. I simply don’t blend in. Nothing else seems right, I just don’t fit in. It’s Madeenah that I desire, to Madeenah is my Calling. Madeenah is the place my achy heart is longing. How my heart craves…. How it yearns to be with you. Madeenah is where I left my heart. O Madeenah, how I miss you! Every time I visit you, with immense peace I am overcome. My restless heart finds peace… a feeling… I’m finally home. I love you O Madeenah, I love you in so many ways. I want to spend my life there, for the rest of my days. In Madeenah I want to live and in Madeenah I want to die. To be buried with ten thousand Sahaabah, in al-Baqee’ I want to lie. So maybe… when we are resurrected, with the Sahaabah I will be. I’m hoping Allaah will forgive me, that’s the only chance for me. And just like how Umar al-Faarooq often used to pray, I make the same dua to Allaah as he; and I also say... O Allaah, give me Shahaadah and grant me this Sacred City. For indeed it is pure…. it is blessed….it is Madeenahtun-Nabi.
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