Stop
He got to know the Companions, scholars, and the Most High
A new challenge from me
I am the daughter of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, and I am a part of him
His family quickly followed him after his death
I am the mistress of the women of Paradise and the mother of the two tribes
And the wife of the Commander Caliph
I was born into Islam after the mission of my father, may God bless him and grant him peace
The people entered with him during the siege
I witnessed some of what my father used to receive for the sake of advocacy
In terms of character, guidance, and guidance, I resembled my father, may God bless him and grant him peace
And when I entered upon him, he would stand up to me
He takes my hand, kisses me, and sits me in his seat
Whenever he entered upon me, I would stand up and take his hand
So I kissed him and sat him in my seat
I was more like her father's mother
One day, while my father, may God bless him and grant him peace, was praying at the Kaaba
When Uqba Ibn Abi Muait approached
He carries a camel that was slaughtered yesterday
When my father prostrated, the wretch placed that hurtful thing between my father’s shoulders
The polytheists laughed
And make them lean on each other
My father prostrated and did not raise his head
This reached me and I came as a young Juwayriyah
So I threw it away from him
Then I approached them, insulting them and cursing them
I lived my married life in hardship and fatigue
We did not have a servant
I was informed that a slave came to my father
So I came to him complaining about the millstone he had thrown into my hand
And I ask him a servant
So guide me to what is better for me than a servant
Guide me to glorify, glorify, and glorify Allah before sleeping
I was very chaste in life
When my time came to me
I told Asma bint Umays, may God be pleased with her
I despise what is done to women
He puts the dress on the woman while she is in her coffin
He describes her body
Asmaa, may God be pleased with her, said to me
Shall I not show you something I saw in Abyssinia?
I told her yes
So she called for some wet newspapers and crumbled them
Then I put a dress on her
It was a cover that did not describe the details of the body
I said, “How good and beautiful this is.”
If I sleep, you and my husband will wash me
No one can enter me except you
Then they shrouded me and placed these sticks
On my coffin, so they did
I am the first person to cover her coffin in Islam
This is the quality on the coffin of women today
Who am I?
When the next episode comes out, God willing
The best situations and examples of the centuries
He followed the Messenger if he sought or said
They were here watering the clouds of our lives
Their remembrance is exalted in us
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 dreams became beautiful for them