The late Ustadh Khurram Murad had a unique style of writing. He was a gifted writer and a great da’ee il-lal-laah. May Allah grant him the highest place in Firdause al A’la.
I am starting a series of posts from the late author’s book ‘Images from the Prophet’s Life Album’, the English translation of the Urdu original ‘Seerat Ke Album Se’.
I have read this booklet in Urdu long back, and it is so lucid a picturization. The description of the Prophet (sal-lal-laahu-alaihi-wa-sallam) provides warmth to the heart and soul. So, here it goes…..The Introduction
I have a lovely album. To tell you the truth, whenever I happen to look at a picture of extraordinary beauty, I yearn to keep it with me forever. For this reason I secure it in my album. I have been collecting such things of beauty for a long time. Countless images that I have selected now decorate this album of mine.
Today I wish to open this very special album and show you some of its treasures – a feast for the eye. May be these wonderful images fascinate you and your heart is drawn and enslaved to their beauty. May be you too feel like possessing them, keeping them in the recesses of your heart. They would be available all the time to please the eye and warm the heart. From then on they might affect your whole being. And who knows beholding and adoring them, you might begin, one day, to reshape your own life on the pattern of those lives that these pictures so truly represent.
If you develop an attachment to these images, they are yours for ever; embrace them, keep them in your heart, paste them in your album. By giving them away, I will not be deprived of them; nor shall they desert my album.
These pictures need no mechanical shooting. All you need is the lens of your eyes, the film of your mind and the album of your heart. Such is the nature of these images.
This album of mine is unique, very different from the ordinary. It does not have embellished pages nor a decorative binding. It is neither static nor lifeless. It is lively, vibrant and constantly moving. It knows no inertia; it has never tasted the cold hands of death. It draws its life from the warmth of feelings, its color from the flight of imagination, its rhythm from the beatings of the human heart.
One might wonder what album could be so unique.
My album is my heart, the nucleus of my being, the center of myself. The heart supplies whatever the veins and the muscles receive, be it love or hate, be it grit or lack of it. It has countless pages; it is immortal in nature.
Exceptional is the beauty which these images have captured, and exceptional are the pictures themselves Nevertheless, the universe abounds in beauty and magnificence. The Maker, the All Merciful, the All Beneficent Allah himself is an embodiment of beauty and its Shaper. Look at the colorful rocks, high and low, see the budding, blooming flowers, the decorated panorama of the earth, twinkling of the stars, flight of birds, and animals walking on the face of this earth. You will find beauty blended in everything. It is all pervasive. The Creator has been very gracious; wherever you look, you witness the bounty of your Lord.
But let me tell you what fascinates me the most, what engages the eye, goes deep down into the heart and stays there forever: a good human being. What I adore is good moral character How wonderful, how very charming is the beauty of character!
Who could excel the object of my love in personal charm and attraction? Whose likeness could ever be more fascinating than his? The sky has never canopied over, and the earth spread itself before a better, more gracious and unforgettable character.
He’s the very Paragon of Perfection,
The light of his countenance dispels darkness;
His very elements are beautiful;
Invoke blessings on him and his descendants.
(Sal-lal-laahu ‘Ala Muhammad, Sal-lal-laahu-‘Alaihi-Wasallam)
Let us now move from the uniqueness of this beauty to the singularity of these images. The pictures that I am going to show you date back to the days when there used to be no cameras.
Figures were sketched by hand on stone or paper. Now we do have cameras and video cameras. Even if these mechanical devices had been there, the images they had stored would not have influenced my heart, I could never take to liking camera-photos, static and lifeless as they are. The moving and talking figures of motion pictures seem to me more like puppets, without the warmth of life and emotions.
The pictures in my album are made of words. Some of them are my own compositions, results of my study and experience. But the more vivid ones that I am going to show you were drawn in words by the companions of the Countenance of Beauty, the Prophet (may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him). A verbal picture has qualities of its own: it appears before the eyes, goes down into the heart, stirs the feelings, makes the heart beat louder, brings warmth to blood and contentment to the heart.
….To be continued, Inshaa’Allah