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PORTRAITS FROM THE LIFE OF PROPHET MUHAMMAD
  • Book Title:
 Portraits From The Life Of Prophet Muhammad
  • Book Author:
Tamir Abu As-Sood Muhammad
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PORTRAITS FROM THE LIFE OF PROPHET MUHAMMAD by Tamir Abu As-Sood Muhammad – Book Sample

PORTRAITS FROM THE LIFE OF PROPHET MUHAMMAD – The Early Days 

Name and Lineage: 

Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, as the majority of biographers state, is the son of ‘Abdullaah, son of ‘Abdul-Muttalib, son of Haashim, son of Abdu Manaaf, son of Qusayy, son of Kilaab, son of Murrah, son of An-Nadr, son of Kinaanah, son of Uzaymah, son of Mudrikah, son of Elyas, son of Mudar, son of Nizaar, son of Ma dd, son of ‘Adnaan. His mother, Aaminah, was the daughter of Wahb. His father died while his mother was still pregnant. His grandfather then took charge of him. 

His Birth and Nursing: 

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, was born in Makkah (Mecca). The exact date of his birth is disputed’, but it is most likely to be on Monday, 9th Rabee Al-Awwal (20th or 22nd of April, 571 AC), the same year in which the invasion of the Elephants took place against the Ka bah. 

After the Prophet’s birth, his mother sent for his grandfather ‘Abdul-Muttalib to tell him that she had given birth to a boy and asked him to come and see him. Ibn Ishaaq narrates: Abdul-Muttalib took the baby and entered the Ka’bah, where he stood and prayed to Allah showing gratitude to Him for this gift. He then named him Muhammad, a rather uncommon name among the Arabs, and circumcised him on the seventh day of his birth, according to the traditions of Quraysh at that time. He then tried to find a wet nurse for him. 

A Bedouin woman called Haleemah Bint Abu Dhu’ayyib was asked to nurse Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him. He was thus brought up in a typical Bedouin environment and spoke pure Arabic His foster-brother was `Abdullaah Ibn Al-Haarith; Unaysah and Hudhaafah (or Judhaamah) were his foster-sisters. The Prophet’s foster-father was Al-Harith Ibn ‘Abdul-Uzzah. 

Ibn Ishaaq quotes Haleemah as narrating the following: I departed from my country along with my husband and little son whom I was nursing, in the company of the women of my tribe, in search of other babies to nurse. That was a year of drought 

when we had nothing left. I was riding a dusky she donkey of mine with an old she-camel that could not yield a drop of milk. Our hungry child kept us awake all night with his weeping. I hardly had not milk in my breast to feed him, nor could our she-camel provide his morning bowl, but we were hoping for rain and relief. I rode my donkey that was far behind the other riders on account of its weakness and emaciation so that it was a nuisance to them. When we reached Makkah, we looked out for nurslings, and the Prophet of Allah was offered to every one of us, yet each woman refused him when she was told he was an orphan, as we were hoping for some favor from the baby’s father.

“An orphan!” We exclaimed, “What will his mother and grandfather do for us?” And so we spurned him because of that. Every woman who came with me got a baby to suckle except me, and when we decided to depart, I said to my husband, “By Allah, I do not like to return in the company of my friends without having taken a babe to suckle; I will go and take that orphan.” “Do as you like,” he replied, “perhaps Allah will bless us on his account.” So I went back and took him for no reason save that I could find none but him. No sooner had I held him in my arms than my breasts overflowed with milk for him. He drank his fill, as did his foster brother.

Then both of them had a good deep sleep, whereas we could not sleep before because of his incessant wailing. My husband got up and went to the old she-camel, and to his total amazement, her udders were full. He milked her and we drank of her milk to our heart’s content, and we spent a happy night. In the morning, my husband said to me, “By Allah, Haleemah, you have taken a blessed creature!” “By Allah, I hope so,” I said. Then we went out. As I was riding my she-donkey and carrying him with me, she outstripped the other donkeys and they could not keep pace with her to the point that my companions said to me, “Confound you! Stop and wait for us. Is not this donkey of yours the same one you did come on?” “Certainly it is,” I replied. They said, “By Allah, something extraordinary had happened.” Then we came to our dwellings in the Banu Sad country and I know of no place on Allah’s earth more barren than that then was. But after we had brought him (the Prophet) to live with us, my flock used to yield milk in abundance.

We milked them and drank while other people had not a drop, nor could they find any in their animals udders so that our neighbors would say to their shepherds, “Out upon you! Send your flock to graze where the daughter of Abu Dhu’ayyib’s shepherd goes.” Even so, their flocks would came home hungry, yielding no milk, while mine would come back with milk in plenty. We realized that that bounty came from Allah for a period of two years, when I weaned him. He was growing up well and none of the other babies could match him. By the time he was two, he was a well built child.

We brought him to his mother, though we were most eager to keep him with us because of the blessing he brought us. So I said to her, “May you leave my little boy with me until he becomes stronger, for I worry about him from the pest in Makkah.” We importuned her until she gave him once more into our keeping. 

Purifying the Prophet’s Heart: 

Few months later, the Prophet was with his foster-brother shepherding the lambs behind the tents when his brother came running to Haleemah and said, “Two men clothed in white have seized the Qurayshite brother of mine, laid him down, opened up his breast, and are stirring it up.” So they ran towards him and found him on his feet with his face so livid. They then drew him closer and asked him what the matter was. He said, “Two men in white raiment came to me, laid me down, tore open my breast and searched therein for I know not what.” 

Describing the event, the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: “There came to me Gabriel while I was playing with my foster-brothers, and seized me and opened up my breast, extracted my heart and split it; then he extracted a black clot from it and cast it away saying, “This is the share of Satan in you.’ Then he washed my heart in a gold basin full…..

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