27/06/2025
قصيدة حول الهجرة النبوية من مكة المكرمة إلى المدينة المنورة
بقلم: علي حسين
البحر الهزج
بِهِجْرَتِهِ سَنَا الأَمَمِ
وَفَجْرُ العِزِّ لَمَّ النِّعَمِ
رَسُولُ اللهِ قَامَ بِهَا
بِصَبْرٍ فَاقَ كُلَّ الهِمَمِ
تَرَكَ الأَهلَ وَالأَوْطَانَ
لِنَصْرِ الدِّينِ فِي كَرَمِ
وَصَاحِبُهُ أَبُو بَكْرٍ
مَعَ الإِيمَانِ فِي نِعَمِ
دُخُولُ الغَارِ ذِكْرَاهُ
يُجَدِّدُ نُورَ كُلِّ فَمِ
وَسِجْنُ الخَوفِ مَا وَقَفَا
بِوَجْهِ الصَّبْرِ وَالحَكَمِ
رَعَاهُم رَبُّنَا فِي الغَارِ
وَأَخْفَى الأَثَرَ بِالعَلَمِ
عَنَاكِبُ نَسَجَتْ حِرْز
وَحِمَامٌ فَوْقَهُم حَلَمِ
فَلَمْ يَرَهُمْ عُدَاهُمْ
وَخَابَ الكُفْرُ فِي الغَنَمِ
وَمَضَوْا نَحْوَ يَثْرِبَنَا
بِقَلْبٍ طَاهِرِ الذِّمَمِ
فَسُرَّ الأَوْسُ وَالخَزْرَجْ
بِهَذَا المُصْطَفَى الحَكَمِ
وَنُورُ اللهِ قَدْ ظَهَرَا
فِي الأَرْضِ بَعْدَ أَنْ كُتِمِ
وَبُنِيَ المَسْجِدُ الأَوَّلْ
مَنَارَ العِزِّ وَالكَرَمِ
وَبِالهِجْرَةْ تَرَسَّخَتِ
دَعَائِمُ دِينِنَا العَظِمِ
فَهَذِي الهِجْرَةُ الغَرَّا
سَنَامُ المَجْدِ فِي الأُمَمِ
بِهَا نَالَ النَّبِيُّ عُلا
وَفَازَ العَبْدُ فِي السَّلَمِ
وَصَاحِبُهُ بِحُبٍّ صَفْ
تَرَكْنَا الدَّهْرَ لِلْقِيَمِ
وَبِالصِّدِّيقِ نَرْفَعُهَا
مَنَائِرَ نُورِهِ العَظِمِ
صَلَاةُ اللهِ مَا هَطَلَتْ
سُحُبٌ تَهْتَزُّ فِي الظُّلَمِ
عَلَى المُخْتَارِ سَيِّدِنَا
بِهِ نَحْيَا مَعَ القِدَمِ
A Poem on the Prophetic Migration from Makkah to Madinah”
By: Ali Husain
With his migration, the nations shone,
And dawn of glory gathered grace.
The Messenger of God arose,
With patient heart that none could face.
He left behind both kin and land,
To raise the truth with noble pace.
And with him walked Abu Bakr, too,
In faith and blessings, side by side.
The cave they entered—what a scene!
Its tale brings light to every tide.
No fear could stop them on their path,
With patience firm, in God they’d bide.
Our Lord did guard them in the cave,
And hid their trace from every guide.
A spider wove its silken charm,
While doves above in peace did glide.
Their enemies passed by unseen,
While evil plans were swept aside.
They journeyed on to Yathrib's land,
With hearts so pure, in faith they’d ride.
The Aws and Khazraj filled with joy,
To see the Chosen, blest with pride.
The light of God then clearly spread,
Upon the earth once kept denied.
The mosque was built, the very first,
A tower of honor, deep and wide.
By Hijrah strong, our faith was firmed,
Its roots in sacrifice reside.
This noble Hijrah, bright and clear,
Is summit of all nations' stride.
By it, the Prophet rose in rank,
And faithful ones in peace abide.
His faithful friend with love stood firm,
They left the world for truth to guide.
With As-Siddiq we raise it high,
The lamps of light we now provide.
May God’s own prayers ever fall,
Like rain that shakes the darkest tide.
Upon Al-Mukhtar, our dear chief,
By him we live, with none beside.
