May The Choicest Blessings and Mercy of God Be Upon Muhammad – A Mercy To Mankind.
Year 570 CE you were born in the holy city of Makkah,
Wherein lies the beauty built by Ibraheem (AS) and Ismaeel (AS) – the exalted Ka’bah.
It had been 600 years since the Prophet Eesa (AS), this period also known in the Qur’an as ‘Fatrah’.
You came at a time when the world was in darkness, people were lost, miguided and swimming in ignorance.
How auspicious that moment was for us all,
When the beloved Aminah (RA) conceived and gave birth to such a blessed soul.
The world was illuminated brightly, and the 1000 year old fire was extinguished suddenly.
The extravagant castles of Shaam could be seen, Oh, what a time this must have been.
The shadow of your father, the honourable Abdullah (RA), had already left this world.
This was the just the start of your hardships, through which you were tumbled and turned.
It was at the tender age of six, your mother’s gentle touch was no longer felt,
Heart wrenching. Heart breaking. Heart left to melt.
Then came along the gallant Abdul Muttalib who took you into his care,
Oh Muhammad! Such an upbringing of pain and grief is seldom and very rare.
But Allah gives the most difficult of battles to those,
Who are selected by Him and for his mission are chose.
After a year or two Abdul Muttalib met his Lord – ache upon ache.
Such pain left you lonely and full of tears,
But this was part of Allah’s plan; to make you strong and without fears.
Now you stayed with your uncle, an orphan, aged eight,
Abu Talib was his name, he loved you and the affection he showed was great.
You herded sheep and became a shepherd,
You became known for truthfulness and honesty – a man of his word.
You later grew into a fine man and started to trade,
Which attracted the attention of Khadeejah – whose husband you were later made.
You lived happily and had six children,
Four blessed daughters; two beloved sons who died as infants.
Zaynab, Ruqayyah, Umm Kulthoom, Fatimah,
Little Qasim, and how can we forget Abdullah?
As time went by, and evil began to spread,
A lot of thoughts started going through your head.
You looked at people, as they worshipped idols carved from their own hands,
And over trivial issues, how a clan would fight with other clans.
The people of Arabia mercilessly buried their baby daughters alive,
And they did not ever fulfil the rights of their children and wives.
People deprived the poor and didn’t give the weak their rights,
Men merrily drank wine and gambled throughout the night,
Shedding blood and killing was prevalent,
The sanctity of human life had become totally irrelevant.
Little did they know how their lives were about to be turned,
As the light of Prophethood shone, glimmering bright, like a lantern you burned.
One day in Mount Hira as you were meditating,
An angel descended and started communicating.
“Read! O Muhammad, Read!” Were the first words said,
You were scared and frightened and quickly rushed ahead.
Upon reaching home, sweating and panicking you screamed,
“O Khadeejah! Wrap me quick”; a large blanket, warm and thick.
Alarmed, petrified and terrified, as any wife would be,
She obeyed instantly, as she was first the believer (in Islam) to be.
(To be cont…)
Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s Forgiveness, Mercy and Pleasure).
12th Rabiul Awwal 1436 – Written in memory of the Beloved (Sal Allahu Alayhi Wasallam) on the date of His SAW demise.
The eyes weep, the heart bleeds, but our love for you, O Rasool Ullah SAW will never die. In Sha Allah. Muhammad (peace be upon him) is always in our hearts and on our mind. His SAW’s remembrance keeps our tongues moist.