In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
In the realm of time, where history unfurls,
A chapter of the past, its secrets it hurls,
Of ancient civilizations once revered,
Now faded whispers, their legacy cleared.
Behold the remnants of a bygone age,
Where empires flourished on history’s stage,
Where pharaohs ruled with their majestic might,
And pyramids pierced the heavens with their height.
From Babylon’s towers to Rome’s grand dome,
The world stood witness to kingdoms that roamed,
Their palaces and temples, crafted with art,
Now remnants of greatness, slowly torn apart.
But as I delve into this tale of yore,
A truth emerges, forever to endure,
That amidst the ruins and the passing of time,
A promise remains, a message sublime.
For in the realm of Islam’s sacred lore,
We find solace, a truth to explore,
That though the people of the past are gone,
In Allah’s sight, they forever live on.
For every soul, from the distant past,
Every believer, from first till the last.