By Ariyo Ahmad Akanni
In an inauspicious hour, the world revolves
around hills of vices, spreading like whiff of wind
at the preparation of arrival of monsoon rain,
Where sects align into focus to spread
falsehood into the world about the oneness
of Allah, fashioning series of plots to
Expunge the pivot source of creation and
diverting hearts away from the crystal truth.
The promised messiah (a.s) rose at the bell of
God’s manifestation, waking those spiritual
Slumbering, those lost in the lustful music of material embellishment,
those who wallow in the canal
of self desire and worldly inclination,
to once again hearken to the calls of the omnipotent God.
O Jalsa! A convention with Allah’s mighty stamp,
A gathering championed by faith and purity of mind
A convention whose mission is to draw man
Closer to the strong rope of Allah, in unison
We pair, the cradling Atfal to the
Fortress Majlis khudam, to the AnsaruLlah
The backbone of the jama’at, the daunting
Nasrat and the rock-solid Lajna ImaiLlah.
Echoing the sonorous voice of Takbir
Capturing Ahmadis and guests from different
Corners of the world, gracing the jalsa.
From the stage adorned in piety,
Listening to sermons that surge the body
Hormones to wakefulness, to standing
To pray Tahajjud for our loved ones
And praying for the country to be great again
Jalsa!, an avenue laden on righteousness
Like the blessed month, Oh Jalsa! an era of grace
