Love Story...
Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. & Sayyidatina Khadijah r.a.
He was alone that night in the cave. Thinking. And deeply saddened with the state of his society. Why, Muhammad wondered? Why must they be so cruel? Till innocent daughters are buried…
He himself had a daughter, Fatima. How he loved her.
She must be asleep now, at home…
Suddenly there was a light coming through the opening of the cave. As Muhammad opened his eyes, it grew brighter. So bright, till he closed them again. What is this?
The whole cave was illuminated with the light. Blinding now, yet at the same time, soft… And it seemed so pure…
Muhammad was mixed between curiosity and awe. If this is a dream, how can I be awake?
A being walked into the cave… Looking at its form Muhammad knew this was someone he had never seen before… And it came nearer to him…
“Read…” it commanded, in a voice so pure yet frightening at the same time…
Muhammad started to shiver. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead, even though the night was cold…
“I… I don’t know how to!” He finally let something out of his throat since he came to the cave today…
And the being moved even closer to Muhammad, it seemed to be gliding! So close, till suddenly he wrapped him in a tight embrace…
“Read!” it commanded again. The whole cave seemed to be shaking…
“Read in the name of thy Lord… Who created man from a sensitive drop of blood… Who teaches man what he knows not… Read…”
He ran down from the mountains. The thin slippers he was wearing caused him to slip over the rocks a couple of times, yet Muhammad never looked back. He needed to get back… He needed to return home to Khadijah… His wife would tell him what just happened… His wife would know what he had just seen…
“Cover me!”
“Cover me in that piece of blanket!”
Khadijah did not ask what was wrong with her husband. He was shivering in fear when he ran home!
Obediently, she gave Muhammad an old piece of blanket and Muhammad immediately covered himself from head to toe.
He was feverish… and still shivering…
“My dear husband…”, Khadijah began lovingly… She touched his broad forehead under the blanket. “What just happened?”
“Oh, Khadijah! I saw……..”
That night itself, after Muhammad was asleep and had stopped shivering, Khadijah put on her cloak. She had comforted her beloved husband… assured him that he was not seeing things… and stayed with him till he felt better and was asleep… Now, it is time to confirm what Muhammad just told her…
Waraqah was an old man who lived not far from Muhammad and Khadijah’s house. He was a cousin of Khadijah, very wise and learned and had been a faithful believer of the religion of Ibrahim a.s….. Khadijah knew he would be able to help her…
“It is indeed… from what he said and told you… an Angel… from the Mighty God Himself…”
Waraqah was sitted in his small house, looking at Khadijah through his old eyes…
“I have read, and I have searched into the old books… Your husband; is indeed the awaited Prophet of this nation... Go home, now, dear Khadijah… For the mission awaited for Muhammad is not going to be an easy one… ”
Khadijah was looking at Muhammad… and at once she felt love for the man she had chosen as her husband… Such a noble man…
Muhammad had awakened… And his expression was troubled… Though Khadijah only smiled… She had told him about the visit she made to Waraqah… And of the good news…
"By Allah, Allah shall never subject you to any indignity my beloved husband... For you always maintain your ties with those of your kin… and you are always generous in giving… you are diligent, and you seek what others regard as unattainable; you cool the eyes of your guest, and you lend your support to those who seek justice and redress...”
She took his hand.
“Stay firm, my beloved, for by Allah I know that He will not deal with you except most beautifully… and I testify that you are the awaited Prophet in this nation, and your time, if Allah wills, has come...”
By those words, Muhammad finally relaxed… He managed a return smile to his beautiful wife… How kind, and loving she is…
Muhammad then knew that Khadijah would stay beside him as long as she lived, as long as he had to complete this mission given to him from God…
And he thanked God for a wife like her…
He was alone that night in the cave. Thinking. And deeply saddened with the state of his society. Why, Muhammad wondered? Why must they be so cruel? Till innocent daughters are buried…
He himself had a daughter, Fatima. How he loved her.
She must be asleep now, at home…
Suddenly there was a light coming through the opening of the cave. As Muhammad opened his eyes, it grew brighter. So bright, till he closed them again. What is this?
The whole cave was illuminated with the light. Blinding now, yet at the same time, soft… And it seemed so pure…
Muhammad was mixed between curiosity and awe. If this is a dream, how can I be awake?
A being walked into the cave… Looking at its form Muhammad knew this was someone he had never seen before… And it came nearer to him…
“Read…” it commanded, in a voice so pure yet frightening at the same time…
Muhammad started to shiver. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead, even though the night was cold…
“I… I don’t know how to!” He finally let something out of his throat since he came to the cave today…
And the being moved even closer to Muhammad, it seemed to be gliding! So close, till suddenly he wrapped him in a tight embrace…
“Read!” it commanded again. The whole cave seemed to be shaking…
“Read in the name of thy Lord… Who created man from a sensitive drop of blood… Who teaches man what he knows not… Read…”
He ran down from the mountains. The thin slippers he was wearing caused him to slip over the rocks a couple of times, yet Muhammad never looked back. He needed to get back… He needed to return home to Khadijah… His wife would tell him what just happened… His wife would know what he had just seen…
“Cover me!”
“Cover me in that piece of blanket!”
Khadijah did not ask what was wrong with her husband. He was shivering in fear when he ran home!
Obediently, she gave Muhammad an old piece of blanket and Muhammad immediately covered himself from head to toe.
He was feverish… and still shivering…
“My dear husband…”, Khadijah began lovingly… She touched his broad forehead under the blanket. “What just happened?”
“Oh, Khadijah! I saw……..”
That night itself, after Muhammad was asleep and had stopped shivering, Khadijah put on her cloak. She had comforted her beloved husband… assured him that he was not seeing things… and stayed with him till he felt better and was asleep… Now, it is time to confirm what Muhammad just told her…
Waraqah was an old man who lived not far from Muhammad and Khadijah’s house. He was a cousin of Khadijah, very wise and learned and had been a faithful believer of the religion of Ibrahim a.s….. Khadijah knew he would be able to help her…
“It is indeed… from what he said and told you… an Angel… from the Mighty God Himself…”
Waraqah was sitted in his small house, looking at Khadijah through his old eyes…
“I have read, and I have searched into the old books… Your husband; is indeed the awaited Prophet of this nation... Go home, now, dear Khadijah… For the mission awaited for Muhammad is not going to be an easy one… ”
Khadijah was looking at Muhammad… and at once she felt love for the man she had chosen as her husband… Such a noble man…
Muhammad had awakened… And his expression was troubled… Though Khadijah only smiled… She had told him about the visit she made to Waraqah… And of the good news…
"By Allah, Allah shall never subject you to any indignity my beloved husband... For you always maintain your ties with those of your kin… and you are always generous in giving… you are diligent, and you seek what others regard as unattainable; you cool the eyes of your guest, and you lend your support to those who seek justice and redress...”
She took his hand.
“Stay firm, my beloved, for by Allah I know that He will not deal with you except most beautifully… and I testify that you are the awaited Prophet in this nation, and your time, if Allah wills, has come...”
By those words, Muhammad finally relaxed… He managed a return smile to his beautiful wife… How kind, and loving she is…
Muhammad then knew that Khadijah would stay beside him as long as she lived, as long as he had to complete this mission given to him from God…
And he thanked God for a wife like her…
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