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SIRAT AN-NABI life of nabi muhammad [s]

1. The Birth of the Prophet [s]

It was, on one starry night, in the city of Makkah, that a very special child was born. The skies had lit up from the east to the west, and even the little desert rabbits were curiously peaking their pointy ears and tiny heads out of their burrows and crests. Ahh, something very special was happening, someone very special was coming.

In fact, the child's grandfather, ‘Abd al-Muttalib, the grand chief of all Arabia, spent six days deciding on a name for the child. On that seventh day, he dreamed that the name should be Muhammad, which means 'The Praised One'. But whatwas stranger still is that when he
went to tell the baby's mother, he found that she too had had the very same dream. And so they named the child, Muhammad, the Praised One.

Baby Muhammads father had passed away. His name was ‘Abdullah, and he would have been so very proud of his beautiful little child.
Oh, how beautiful a child Muhammad was, with eyes as deep and starry as the desert nights and shiny curly hair, like rolling crystal waves on a dark sea. And he had the most rosy red cheeks and the most handsome round face. It looked like the full moon on a clear desert night. Ahh, this was a very special child.

It was the custom in those days for the women of the city to send their young children into the desert villages where the air was fresh and the food healthy. And also because amongst the village folk the Arabic language was spoken very beautifully. The children would grow healthy and strong while they were there. Once every year, the desert women used to come to Makkah and collect the young children. But Aminah was
a poor widow. Her husband ‘Abdullah had passed away and it seemed that no one would take her orphan child, the beautiful baby Muhammad. The desert women were afraid that their would be no one to pay them for looking after the little child and so they all walked away.

At last a poor woman named Halimah agreed to take the child. She was a kind, generous women, and seeing that no one else wished to care for the little baby she decided to take him. She already had a child of her own, a son, about the same age as Muhammad. “They can grow up together, as friends," she thought, “And play and go on desert adventures”. As she travelled home, she wondered how she would feed the children, for back at home her sheep and goats were thin and the crops had dried. But she hoped that Allah would bless her because she had kindly taken the orphan child Her prayers were answered. When she returned to her desert village, and to her little house, a wonderful sight met her eyes. The sheep and camels were fat and strong, and their udders were swollen with milk. The small patch of grass around her tiny house had stretched out over the dunes and now looked like a green, grassy meadow. The date palms too were bending over, heavy with all their juicy dates, and her house was full of every enjoyable thing, and right and happy too.

This was a miracle and Halimah knew why. Their was something very special about Aminah’s beautiful child, something wonderful indeed.
From that day the little house, in the little village, in the desert, was the happiest and brightest in the whole wide world, and in it two little boys grew up healthy and strong.

Happy moments, and happy days and months, passed by, and after four years Halimah was on her journey back to the city of Makkah. The time had come to return the beautiful baby Muhammad to his mother.

But now, he was a handsome little boy. Muhammad had grown up to be a loving and gentle child, with best of manners and the purest heart.

Lady Aminah was overjoyed. Her son Muhammad had returned, and my, was she so impressed by how big and strong he had become. They hugged and kissed, and from that day they were inseperable, lady Aminah and Muhammad, her handsome boy.

Source: My Faith Islam 1 e-book.
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