Stop.
Get to know the Companions, the scholars, and the most exalted.
A serious challenge: who am I?
I am the eldest daughter of the Prophet, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him.
My mother is Khadija, may Allah be pleased with her.
I was born ten years before the Prophetic mission.
I was known as the "Lady of the Necklace."
My father, may Allah bless him and grant him peace,
loved me and praised me.
He married me to my cousin, Abu al-'As ibn al-Rabi', may Allah be pleased with him.
I lived with him in happiness.
When my father, peace be upon him, was sent as a Prophet,
I hastened to believe in him.
But my husband refused Islam.
The Quraysh began urging my husband to divorce me,
offering to replace me with a wife from the noble houses of Quraysh.
He would reply to them, saying:
"No, by Allah!
I will not part with my wife.
I would not trade my wife for
any woman from Quraysh."
When the day of Badr came,
my husband went out to fight the Muslims,
and he was taken prisoner by them.
I sent for his ransom the necklace that my mother, Khadija, may Allah be pleased with her, had gifted me on my wedding day.
When the Prophet, peace be upon him, saw it,
he felt compassion for me,
and he interceded for my husband to be released without ransom,
and the necklace was returned to me.
He asked my husband to send me to him in Medina.
When my husband returned to Mecca,
he ordered me to prepare to join my father.
He asked his brother, Kinana, to escort me part of the way,
where I would meet some of the Companions
who would take me to Medina.
Kinana took his bow and arrows,
and he took me out in broad daylight,
in the sight and hearing of the Quraysh.
The people were enraged and pursued us.
They terrified me in my howdah until it fell,
and I suffered a miscarriage.
At that, Kinana scattered his arrows,
and swore that no one should approach me
without him striking them with an arrow in the throat,
and he never missed his mark.
The people retreated.
Then Abu Sufyan came
and said to Kinana,
"Take her back to Mecca,
then take her out at night in secret,
so that people do not say that she
left against the will of the people of Mecca."
Kinana did so.
When night fell, he took me out
and handed me over to Zayd ibn Haritha
and another man,
whom my father, peace be upon him,
had sent to escort me to Medina.
My husband later embraced Islam
six years after that,
and he migrated to Medina.
The Prophet, peace be upon him, returned me
to him under the original marriage contract.
I remained with him,
though the illness from the fall I suffered
during my migration from Mecca
never left me,
until my time came
in the eighth year of the Hijra.
The Mothers of the Believers washed my body,
and my father, peace be upon him, gave them
his lower garment and said,
"Shroud her in it,"
meaning, place it directly against her body,
underneath the shroud.
Then my father, peace be upon him, led my funeral prayer,
and he and my husband descended into my grave.
So, who am I?
In the comments,
when the next episode is released,
if Allah wills.
The best of generations,
in their stances and examples.
They followed the Messenger,
in all he strove for or said.
They were here,
watering the clouds of our lives.
They led us,
their memory rising high.
They departed and cast
a question into our conscience:
Is there a star like them that rose and shone?
They filled life
with the glory of their deeds,
and the world of the self flourished because of them.