The mud and the stars, by: Ahmed Lotfi

I went to search in the news for companions, I saw Al-Nabigha and walked with him in the streets of Al-Hirah, and stood with him at the door of King Al-Nu'man. And the stones told me the story of Al-Hirah. And no city suited the name of a city like Al-Hirah suited Al-Hirah. The stones told me of their kings, their swords, their stone shields, and their star. And after all that, they told me of their mud. Why does the earth fold the old cities as if it hides them from the coming? Does time fear to see man's mud? Does it impose on man to repeat his tragedy? And I saw with my own eyes the end of the mud and the appearance of light. I saw the light of the Prophet that grew like the stars of the annihilating nights. And I saw how man is liberated from his filth. And I also saw that the mud is written on man between his eyes. This is everything. Here are stars and mud. Here is your story, which will be told after two thousand years.