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THE FEW, THE BRAVE.

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The three hundred and thirteen "Suhaba ra*" in Battle of badr.



With horses scarce and swords so few,

They set out to fight, a valiant crew,

Their numbers small, their chances slight,

Yet they pressed on, with hearts so bright.


Their enemy loomed, a daunting sight,

But they stood their ground, with all their might,

For they had a purpose, a noble goal,

To save their faith, to save their soul.


In poverty, they marched ahead,

A vision clear within their head,

With God on their side, they knew they'd win,

And so they fought, with all their sinew and skin.


Their faith was strong, their trust secure,

In God they found their strength and more,

They rose above, their spirits high,

For with God's help, they'd touch the sky.


And so they battled, day and night,

Their hearts aglow, with hope and light,

Against all odds, they did prevail,

For they were champions, with God's tale.


Their story one of hope and will,

A tale of faith, that triumphs still,

For even in poverty, they found a way,

To rise above and seize the day.





The poem "THE FEW THE BRAVE " is a tribute story of perseverance, faith, and triumph in the face of adversity to the companions of Prophet Mohammad PBUH*. It tells the story of a valiant crew that sets out to fight despite the odds stacked against them. The poem highlights the power of faith, trust, and the belief in a noble goal that gives individuals the strength to overcome even the toughest of challenges.

At its core, the theme of the poem is resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. The valiant crew, despite being outnumbered and under-equipped, continue to march forward with a clear purpose in mind. Their faith in God gives them the strength to persevere, and they rise above their physical limitations to achieve their goal.

The poem also speaks to the transformative power of faith. The valiant crew, who were once poor and lacking in resources, find the courage to fight and the strength to overcome their enemy through their belief in God. They recognize that their poverty and lack of material wealth are not barriers to success, and they use their faith to rise above their circumstances.

The valiant crew's story is also a testament to the importance of having a noble goal. Their desire to save their faith and their soul gives them the motivation to keep going, even when the odds seem insurmountable. This noble goal gives them a sense of purpose and direction that helps them to focus on their strengths rather than their weaknesses.

Furthermore, the poem highlights the importance of unity and solidarity. The valiant crew, though small in number, work together as a team to overcome their enemy. They stand their ground and fight together, each contributing their unique skills and strengths to the collective effort. Their unity and cooperation allow them to achieve victory despite the odds.

In conclusion, "With Horses Scarce and Swords So Few" is a poem that speaks to the power of faith, resilience, and the belief in a noble goal. It demonstrates that even in the face of overwhelming adversity, individuals can rise above their circumstances and achieve great things through faith, unity, and perseverance. The poem is a powerful reminder of the transformative power of faith and the importance of having a clear sense of purpose and direction in life.





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