Seerat-i-Tayyiba — Page 18
18 By God I am, indeed, A great Kafir Confirmed and hard!” ( Izala Auhaam ) 2 I, the writer of these lines, was born in the home of the Promised Messiah and am one of his sons, and this is a blessing of Allah for which I fail adequate words of thanks. In fact, it is true that even in my imagination I can never conceive that I shall ever be able to render sufficient thanks to God for this great and priceless boon. But I know very well that one of these days I shall have to yield my soul into the hands of God, and knowing this, and calling upon this heavenly Master as a witness, I state that within my knowledge it has never happened that any slight reference was made to the Holy Prophet, or only his name mentioned without a film of tears welling up in the eyes of the Promised Messiah. His whole heart and mind, in fact every fiber of his being was drunk with the Love of the Holy Prophet. 3 In the small mosque which adjoined his house at Qadian, and which is known as masjid Mubarak, the Promised Messiah was once walking up and down, alone, and humming something softly to himself as he walked, while a silent stream of tears was flowing from his eyes. A devoted disciple and friend who happened to enter the mosque at the time caught the words Hazrat Ahmad was humming to himself with such an extraordinary depth of emotion. As listened he found that it was a couplet of the well-known Islamic poet, Hassan bin Thabit, who was a Companion of the Holy Prophet. It ran as follows: - “O my well beloved, (O Thou Prophet of God), Thou wert indeed The pupil of my eye, Which has gone blind After thy death. And now, That thou art no more,