After years of persecution,

They finally fled the city

To escape the retribution

Because things were no longer pretty.

The pagans took their belongings

That they left behind,

Breaking into their lodgings

To take whatever they could find.

A caravan set off next season,

Heading to Syria’s markets

For one sole reason:

To gain a profit regardless.

Now, the Muslims who had fled

Wanted to right the wrong against them,

So an operation was led

To take back what belonged to them.

But the pagans found out the plan

So they prepared for the fight.

Together marched all the clans

Through the desert, day and night.

The Muslims found that out and made a choice:

Caravan or Religion.

It was religion they chose

So they, too, marched out prepared to fight.

The two groups met at Mount Badr.

The pagans of Quraysh seemed stronger,

Though they were the ones to soon dread

To have remained there any longer.

The caravan had passed, safe and sound,

So a messenger was sent with the news

To tell Quraysh to turn around

But that wasn’t the way they wanted to choose.

1000 men, most of whom were skilled,

With plenty of assets for aid,

Quraysh thought none of them will be killed

By a Muslim sword’s very blade.

There were only 300 Muslims,

Many are not as strong or skilled as Quraysh

So their chances looked very, very slim,

Hence a win for them seemed like a ‘no way’.

During the battle, they remained firm,

Gave their all for their religion’s cause,

Allah sent them the help that they yearned for,

Opening for them victory’s door.

Angels were sent down to help fight

Against those who wanted to eliminate the truth,

Shining on the Muslims a bright light

So that their difficulty could be soothed.

They fought hard and fought well

Until Quraysh had to retreat

Because their pride and facade fell.

Like that the Muslims gained the victory.

Now, many, many years later,

The battle is still remembered

Of all the battles, this one’s greater

And is the only one mentioned

My name is in the Quran.