After many years',
Of calling upon the peoples' ears',
Hud, thus did renounce them,
And their statues' of Gods',
And affirmed his belief in one God,
Who he knew was his creator,
Sitting upon the heavenly throne.
Hud, knew it wouldn't be long,
Before the punishment of Allah's wreath,
Descended upon their wordily drone.
From the people who absconded from Allah's will,
Of commands',
He does hold,
The heavenly throne,
And no matter how rich the tyrannies' do become,
Allah, will punish the wrong doer in life,
Because they chose not the right ways',
They chose strife.
Hud and his followers',
Waited for Allah's promise to descend,
A drought spread throughout the land,
For the sky followed Allah's command,
And rain did withstand.
The sun scorched the desert sands',
Burning the grain,
Of the dry land,
It became so hot,
They couldn't withstand,
The sun appeared to rest upon the crown, ( Or their heads' ),
Of the people who used to frown at, Brother Hud.
The people and cheifs' did hastened to him,
To ask him for his brotherly advice,
" O' Brother Hud,
What is this dry season, that has befallen us ? " .
Hud did reply,
" Allah is angry with you,
Because you chose not to be of the true,
But if you shell repent,
He will embrace you,
And Allah's command from his heavenly throne,
Will order the sky,
To rain,
And you will become stronger then you are,
For you did listen to his call,
to follow the, One True God for All.
They came to him,
For his advice,
And when he enlightened them to the truth,
They turned away, yet again,
Restraining from the blessing,
Of Allah's way.
Sarcasm,
And arrogance still,
The perverseness of not, that of Allah's will,
Then from their stubbornness still,
The trees' continued to turn yellow and die,
And the plants' followed the rhy. ( Or Wheat )
A day came upon them,
When the clouds' looked heavy,
And it appeared that it was going to rain,
Hud's people, from the city of statues' found,
Came running out of their towns',
With cheer,
Did they applaud,
" A cloud that will give us rain ",
They congregated, as they cried in the street,
For they thought that their own statues', would bring them relief.
But they failed to believe,
In what Hud,
Came to them with,
And a punishment was the sent rain,
Because they never did refrain.
So the weather turned suddenly,
From burning dry,
And hot,
To the stinging cold,
With winds' that shock everything,
Upon their shrine,
Of Earthly refine.
The trees' and the plants',
The tents',
And the crowds' of male and female,
For they themselves' were too much alike,
The wind from Allah's wreath,
Increased, day after day,
And night after night,
For Allah's might,
Descended upon their refutement-stand.
For they did surly,
Withstand,
Allah's command.
Hud's people started to flee,
They ran to wherever they could be,
But the gale became stronger still,
Ripping through whatever did stand,
Upon Allah's creation of Earthly sand.
They took refuge under cloth covers',
And their stautues' they did not fined,
To save them from their Earthly crimes',
Allah's punishment was real,
The wind of that, commanded Allah, still
Tore through what the people knew always' to be the real,
The stage of the Earth.
The siege of the wind,
Was so powerful with Allah's might,
That before it touched the organisms' of life,
It had torn out and decomposed it, to it's very core,
Leaving no more.
And of what would usually take years',
To decompose,
Happened in seconds',
It was ordered by the command of Allah,
Who holds the Godly throne.
The storm raged on,
For eight days' and seven nights',
Because the people failed to give,
Allah his rights'.
To be continued.
