In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Mawaddah Association is pleased
To be presented to you
Pictures from the lives of female companions
By Dr. Abdul Rahman Raafat Al-Basha
May God have mercy on him
Tseibeh Al-Mahzniyeh
You are on an appointment with the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
At Aqaba
At the end of the first watch of the night
Musab bin Umair was captivated by this word
To one of the Muslims of Yathrib
The news spread among them like a breeze
In speed, lightness and calm
The Muslims who had infiltrated from the city surrounded him
They infiltrated among the crowds of incoming polytheist pilgrims
On Mecca from every direction
And the night comes
So the polytheist pilgrims surrendered to the Kurds
They fell into a deep sleep
After a day, the Nasib struggled
They spent it walking around idols
And slaughtering to idols
But the companions of Musab bin Umair
From a Muslim Yathrib
They did not blink an eyelid
How can their eyelids close?
Their hearts beat with joy at the meeting
For which they cut through the desert and wasteland
And their hearts almost fly out of their ribs
Longing to see their beloved Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
Most of them believed in him before they were happy to meet him
They became attached to it before their eyes were covered with kohl in a mirror
And at the end of the first watch
From the middle days of Tashreeq
And at Aqaba in Manna
The great meeting took place in a escape from the Quraysh
72 men came before the Prophet, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
They put their hands in his hands one by one
They pledged allegiance to prevent him from doing what they prevent their women and children from doing
And when the men finished the pledge of allegiance
Two women came forward
So they pledged their allegiance on what the men had pledged their allegiance on
But without a handshake
This is because the Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him, does not shake hands with women
One of them was two women
Known as Umm Manee'
As for the other
She is a relative of the daughter of Kaabin Al-Mazniyah
She is called Umm Amara
Umm Amara returned to Yathrib
She was happy with what God had honored her with in meeting the Greatest Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace
Determined to fulfill the terms of the pledge of allegiance
Then the days passed quickly
Until it was a Sunday
Amara's mother had an affair with him and what an affair
Umm Amara went out to Uhud
She carries her waterskin to quench the thirst of the Mujahideen for the sake of God
And with her scrolls to bind their wounds
No wonder
In the battle, she had a husband and three children
They are the Messenger of God, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
Her two sons, Habib and Abdullah
This is in addition to her Muslim brothers who have abandoned the religion of God
Those who defend the Messenger of God
Then it was a Sunday
Umm Amara saw it with her own eyes
How the Muslims' victory turned into a major defeat
How the killing began to intensify among Muslims
They fall on the battlefield, martyr after martyr
And how the feet shook
So the men dispersed from the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
Until there were only ten or so of ten left with him
Which made the infidels cry out
Muhammad was killed
Then Umm Amara threw her water bottle
She rose to battle like a tigress whose cubs were intended for humans
Let us leave Umm Amara herself to talk about these decisive moments
There is no one like her who can portray her accurately and honestly
Umm Amara said
I went out to Uhud at the beginning of the day
I have a water can from which I give the Mujahideen water
Until I reached the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
And the state and the wind belong to him and to those with him
Then it was not long before the Muslims discovered the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
Only a few people remained, more than ten
So I, my son, and my husband turned to him
We surrounded it like a bracelet around the wrist
He made us defend him with all the strength and weapons we possess
The Holy Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, saw me
I do not have a shield with me to protect myself from the attacks of the polytheists
Then he saw a man carrying a shield and said to him:
Throw your shield to the one who fights
So the man dropped his shield and left
So I took it and used it to protect myself from the Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace
I am still attacking the Prophet with the sword
And I shoot at him with a bow
Until the wounds incapacitated me
And so are we
Ibn Qam'ah came like a raging coal, shouting
Where is Muhammad? Show me Muhammad
So I and Musab bin Umair blocked his path
So he struck Musab with his sword and killed him
Then he hit me, leaving a deep wound on my shoulder
So I beat him for that
But the enemy of God had two shields on him
Then Nusaybah Al-Mazniyeh followed by saying:
While my son was fighting on behalf of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
One of the polytheists hit him, almost cutting off his upper arm
He made blood spurt out of his gaping wound
So she went to him and bandaged his wound
I told him that she was my tyrant and the people’s killer
Then he turned to the Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, and said
Who can tolerate what you can tolerate, Umm Amara?
Then I kiss the man who hit my son
The Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him, said
This is your son's hitter, Umm Amara
How quickly it was blocked
She hit him on the leg with a sword
He fell dead to the ground
So we approached him and fought him with swords
We stabbed him with spears until we finished him off
He turned to the greatest Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
Smiling he said
You cut him short, Umm Amara
Praise be to God who rubbed me with it
And I see your revenge with your own eyes
He was not a son or a lesser mother
Bravery and dedication from their mother and father
There is no sacrifice or redemption from them
The child is the secret of his mother and father
And an honest picture of them
She told her son Abdullah and said:
I witnessed Uhud with the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
When the people dispersed from him
I approached him and my mother and I turned away from him
Ibn Umm Amara said
I said yes he said ARMY
So I threw a stone in front of a polytheist man
He fell on the ground
I still top it with stones
Until she made him a burden from her
The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, looks at me and smiles
And he turned around
He saw my mother's wound on her shoulder, dripping with blood
He said, “Your mother is your mother.”
He healed her wound. May God bless you, family
Your mother’s standing is better than the standing of so-and-so and so-and-so
May God have mercy on you, family
My mother looked at him and said
I pray to God that we accompany you in Paradise, O Messenger of God
He said, “Oh God, make them my companions in Paradise.”
My mother said, “I don’t care after that what happens to me in this world.”
Then Umm Amara returned from Uhud
With her deep wound
This is the call that the Greatest Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace, called for
The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “From Uhud,” and he said
On Sunday, he turned to the right or to the left
Except I saw Umm Amara kill me
Umm Amara practiced fighting one day and became proficient
She tasted the sweetness of jihad for the sake of God
She could no longer be patient with him
It was destined for her to bear witness with the Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, in many scenes
So I attended Hudaybiyyah and Khaybara with him
And the life of the case and our nostalgia
And the pledge of allegiance to Al-Ridwan
But all of that is nothing if compared to what was on the day of Al-Yamamah
During the reign of Al-Siddiq, may God be pleased with her and him
The story of Umm Amara begins with the Day of Al-Yamamah
Since the time of the Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
The Greatest Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace, sent her son, Habib Ibn Zaid
With a letter to Musaylimah the Liar
He betrayed Musaylimah with Habib
He was killed by killers whose skin would tingle
This is because Musaylimah tied up a lover and then told him
Do you bear witness that Muhammad is the Messenger of God?
And he said yes
Musaylimah said
I bear witness that I am the Messenger of God
He said, "I don't hear what you're saying."
He cut off a limb from him
Then Musaylimah kept repeating the same question to him
He gives him the same answer
It does not increase or decrease
And every time he cut off a limb
Until his pure soul overflowed
This was after he had tasted the torment
What you shake from is the deaf and solid
The mourner, Habib bin Zaid, mourned his mother, Nusaybah Al-Mazniyah
She didn't say anything more
It is for this situation that I prepared
And with God I counted it
He pledged allegiance to the Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace
The night of Aqaba was young
And today he fulfilled his great duty
If God enables me from Musaylimah
I would make his daughters stroke his cheeks
The day Nusseibeh had hoped for did not slow down much
Where Abu Bakr’s muezzin gave the call to prayer in Medina
I mourn for fighting the false prophet, Musaylimah
The Muslims proceeded quickly to meet him
Umm Amara, a valiant Mujahid, was in the army
Her son was Abdullah bin Zaid
And when the two groups met
The heat of the battle raged
A group of Muslims were lurking for Musaylimah
At their head is Umm Amara
Who wants to avenge her martyred son
Wahshi bin Harb
Hamza was killed on Uhud
He wanted to kill evil people while he was a believer
After he killed one of the people's choice and he was a polytheist
Umm Amara was unable to reach Musaylimah
After cutting off her hand in battle
The wounds made her worse
But Wahshi bin Harb
And he annihilated Jana
The owner of the sword of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
He reached Musaylimah and they beat him with one hand
Just about him being brutal in war
Abu Dujana hit him with a sword
Pride was killed in the blink of an eye
After Al-Yamamah, Umm Amara returned to Medina
With one hand
And with her is her only son
As for her other hand
I counted it before God
She was also held accountable by her martyr son
Why don't you count them?
Didn't you say to the Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him?
I pray for us to accompany you in heaven
The Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, said
Oh God, make them my companions in heaven
And she said
I don't care after that what happens to me in this world
May God be pleased with Umm Amara and please her
It was a unique style among believing women
And a unique model among patient female warriors
He did not turn one day to see us nor the left
Except I saw Umm Amara fighting without me
Muhammad is the Messenger of God
In praising them, are we blasphemous?