Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (1) The Scene Prior To Islam It was a desolate land: sandy, barren, and unfriendly The home of the Arabs; wild ferocious and manly They worshipped the idols; they loved to fight Life to them was wine, women and might The number of wives, the cattle they owned, The number of slaves, one's house adorned, Was a sign of rank in wealth and might; It was a society, where Might was Right.
Two qualities they had, which were good The guests they honored, with best of food Poetry to them, was an art supremely sublime They were literary geniuses of their time. They killed female babes, they buried them alive They married the widows, their father's wives Vengeance was a passion, cruel the strife These sons of desert, such was their life.
Morals they had none; wild was their lust Women were cattle, treated like dust Enjoyment of life was their sole goal Woman, they believed, had no soul. They had no belief in the life Hereafter Life to them was all fun and laughter Prophets had come and prophets had gone Still, this land was of truth shorn. Judaism was dead; Christianity was in name Sickly and forlorn, the world remained Vengeance, to them, was an article of faith Blindly, they relished their creed of hate.
The priests were interpreters of heavenly laws They commanded respect and were held in awe Things that were unlawful, to them were allowed A privileged class; they were haughty and proud. In span of four thousand and odd years Innumerable religions had been reared With passage of time, they were polluted Beyond recognition, each got diluted. The true religions were only in name It was virtually a devils reign Truth was at a discount; honesty had fled Virtue was scoffed at; goodness was dead.
This land was thus chosen for God's last message It was the crossroad of international passage The last of message was thus destined, To stay forever and cover all mankind. Next