14/06/2025
Why Ali?
They asked me…
Why Ali?
And I said,
Many nights have passed…
Many days gone…
But among all men I’ve known,
Ali stood alone.
Not just rare,
He was light wrapped in humility.
You look at him, it becomes Ibadah.
You mention him, it becomes Ibadah.
Talk of justice?
He was the scale.
Talk of mercy?
He was the breeze before battle.
Talk of humility?
He swept the mosque with pride in his chest.
Talk of loyalty?
He was the shadow of Rasulillah.
Talk of knowledge?
He’s the ocean the scholars still sip from.
Talk of strength?
His silence shook mountains.
Talk of courage?
He smiled when others trembled.
Talk of devotion?
He bled in sajdah for the love of Allah.
Talk of love?
He was Asadullah, the lion of God.
Talk of Islam?
Ali is not beside it… he is within it.
He wasn’t just part of the story…
He was the story.
From Badr to Khaibar, he marched.
From Khandaq to Hunayn, he rose.
From Rasulillah’s bed,
To Madinah’s burning sands…
He stood firm.
When others faltered,
Ali became the spine of faith.
He was the crescent in every dark sky.
He walked with thunder in his chest
and mercy in his palms.
Ali is the sword
that never thirsted for blood,
but for justice.
The Qur’an,
It didn’t just speak about him…
It spoke through him.
Ali is not just a reciter,
He’s the ink in the Qur’an’s silence.
The echo between revelation and reflection.
Wherever truth moved,
It followed his direction.
He was Ali,
The only soul fit for Fatima’s heart.
Where wisdom bowed, he rose.
Where courage faltered, he advanced.
For knowledge,
He was the door.
For truth,
He was the path.
For salvation,
He was the key.
For devotion,
He led without asking.
What more can I say?
He was that thin line,
The boundary between faith and hypocrisy.
He held the rope of Allah,
And his grip never slipped.
Ali is not just a name.
It’s a legacy.
It’s love.
It’s light.
It’s loyalty.
It’s sacrifice.
Ali is the echo in every brave heart.
The fire in every just soul.
The serenity in every true believer.
And then…
Came Ghadir Khumm.
When the Prophet stood,
Raised Ali’s hand,
And declared to the skies:
“Whoever I am Master to…”
“Ali is his Master too.”
So when they asked me, Why Ali?
I smiled…
Because I had more to say,
but not enough stars in the sky
to carry the weight of his name.
Ali is not just a man.
He is a path.
He is a guide.
He is a torch in the dark.
He is devotion in motion.
He is Karrar,
The path to salvation.
~Samba
14/06/2025