Stop and learn about the companions, scholars, and scholars
A new challenge from me
I am the daughter of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
And my mother Khadija, may God be pleased with her
I was born when my father, may God bless him and grant him peace, was thirty-three years old
I converted to Islam with my mother when I was seven years old
I was very beautiful and I was known for both migrations
She migrated to Abyssinia and then to Medina
My father, may God bless him and grant him peace, married me before the pledge of God
Through his cousin, Abu Utbah ibn Abi Lahab
When God Almighty revealed his saying
My father Lahab’s hands repented and he repented
Abu told him, “My head is forbidden from your head.”
If Muhammad's daughter is not divorced
He left me before entering me
It is an honor from God Almighty to His Messenger for him to have intercourse with the daughter of a polytheist
Then Othman bin Affan, may God be pleased with him, came forward to me
So my father married me to him by order of God Almighty
She migrated with him to Abyssinia on a difficult journey
So I dropped two drops from Uthman
Then she gave birth to him a son, whom we named Abdullah
When he was six years old, a rooster pecked him in the eye
His face swelled, he became ill, and then he died
In the second year of migration, I suffered from a severe fever
At the time God Almighty intended for the Battle of Badr
So the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, and the Muslims left
The Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, ordered my husband, Othman
By staying by my side to nurse and take care of me
And he struck him with his arrow in the spoils
His reward with God is as if he attended the battle
As soon as Al-Bashir arrived in Medina with the victory of the Muslims at Badr
Until he saw the people of the city leveling the dirt on my grave
The deadline reached me at the age of 22 years
When my father, may God bless him and grant him peace, returned from the expedition
He learned of my death and went to Baqi al-Gharqad
He stood at my grave praying for mercy and forgiveness for me
Who am I?
They were here watering the clouds of our lives
We cannot mention them with exaltation
They left and threw a question in my mind
Is there a star like them in the sky and its hills?
They filled their lives with pride in their actions
And the world of Annad was beautiful for them