Pause and reflect upon the Companions, the scholars, and the most exalted.
A new challenge: Who am I?
I am a woman from the Banu al-Nadir tribe of the Jews.
I am a descendant of the Prophet of Allah, Harun, peace be upon him.
My uncle was the Prophet of Allah, Musa ibn 'Imran, peace be upon him.
My husband is the Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him.
Thus, I am one of the Mothers of the Believers.
I was taken captive after the Battle of Khaybar.
The Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, chose me for himself.
He gave me a choice, saying, "Choose for yourself."
"If you choose Islam, I will keep you for myself."
"And if you choose Judaism,"
"then perhaps I will set you free so that you may rejoin your people."
I replied, "O Messenger of Allah, I have longed for Islam."
"I believed in you even before you invited me."
"I have no desire for Judaism."
"I have neither father nor brother left among them."
"You have given me the choice between disbelief and Islam."
"Allah and His Messenger are dearer to me than being set free,"
"or returning to my people."
So the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, set me free and married me.
He made my manumission my dowry.
Then he sent me to Umm Sulaym.
I stayed with her until my waiting period ('iddah) had passed.
Then she prepared me for the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him.
When the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, came to me,
he saw a green mark near my eye.
He asked, "What is this?"
I said, "I saw in a dream,"
"as if the moon came from Yathrib,"
"and fell into my lap."
"I told this dream to my cousin,"
"and he slapped me, saying,"
"'Do you wish for the King of Yathrib to marry you?'"
"So this mark is from his slap."
One day, Hafsah became jealous of me and said,
"You are the daughter of a Jew."
The Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, came to me,
while I was weeping.
He asked me the reason for my tears.
I told him what Hafsah had said to me.
He said, "Tell her,"
"'I am the daughter of a Prophet,'"
"'my uncle was a Prophet,'"
"'and my husband is a Prophet.'"
"'So what are you boasting about over me?'"
I loved the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, deeply.
When his wives, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, gathered during the illness in which he passed away,
I said,
"By Allah, O Prophet of Allah,"
"I wish that what you are suffering, I were suffering."
His wives began to signal to one another with their eyes.
The Prophet, peace be upon him, said to his wives,
"Rinse your mouths."
They asked, "For what reason, O Messenger of Allah?"
He said,
"Because of your signaling to one another regarding her."
"By Allah, she is indeed truthful."
So, who am I?
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The best of generations in their stance and example.
They followed the Messenger in all his efforts and words.
They were here, watering the clouds of our lives.
They have risen, and their mention is exalted among us.
They departed, leaving a question in our conscience:
Is there any star like them that has risen and shone?
They filled life with pride through their deeds,
and the world of humanity flourished because of them.