The mother of Allah’s beloved Prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (peace be upon him) was given the high honor of being a mother, then truly the greatness and dignity of the mother began to touch the heights, so that the pure relationship of the mother was enriched with such exaltation and perfections that heaven was at the feet of the mother. Declared below, who can match the majesty of Mother of Prophet (ﷺ)? Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) was born from the womb of Hazrat Amina (RA) and grew up in her embrace. In this sense, Bibi Amina (may Allah be pleased with her) holds a distinguished position among the women of the world, that she had the honor of giving birth to and rearing the Messenger of Allah (Peace Be Upon Him).
Bibi Amina (may Allah be pleased with her) belonged to the most respected tribe of Banu Quraysh in Arabia. His father was Wahib bin Abdul Manaf bin Kalab, and his mother was Barbant Abdul Uzza bin Kalab. You were a very pious and pious woman. She was married to Hazrat Abdullah, the youngest and dearest son of Hazrat Abdul Muttalib. Sometime after the marriage Hazrat Abdullah left Syria for trade. On reaching there, he fell ill and while returning from his illness, while passing through Yathrib, he stayed at his father’s nursery and died there. Shortly after his marriage to Hazrat Amina (may Allah be pleased with her), he suffered the shock of widowhood in the world that “Leader of Prophets” (peace be upon him) was growing up in her womb.
On the morning of Monday, April 20, 571 A.H., Allah gave Hazrat Amina a son who was to carry on the responsibility of the welfare of the world. Hazrat Abd al-Muttalib slaughtered camels for sacrifice in the happiness of his grandson and fed the poor in all of Arabia. On this occasion, the chiefs of all the tribes saw the child and congratulated Hazrat Abdul Muttalib. On this occasion, his grandfather Hazrat Abdul Muttalib named the child Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) which means highly praised.
At the time of the Prophet’s birth, it was customary in Arabia that after birth, nobles would hand over their nursing babies to midwives in the desert or villages for good training and upbringing, so that the babies could be brought up in the open and healthy air outside. When the Holy Prophet (PBUH) was six months old, he was entrusted to Hazrat Halimah Sa’adiya of the Bani Saad tribe. After some time Hazrat Halimah brought him back to Makkah to Hazrat Amina RA but there was an epidemic in the city, so Hazrat Amina RA entrusted her sight again to Hazrat Halimah and sent him back. When Halimah brought the Holy Prophet (peace be upon him) back again, Tawan was almost six years old. He was very energetic and healthy, as if the purpose for which Hazrat Amina (RA) suffered the trauma of the separation of her only child had been fulfilled. Now he started living with his mother. Hazrat Amina (RA) was very concerned about her beloved son. She always kept him with her, never letting him disappear from her sight. After the death of Hazrat Abdullah, Hazrat Amina (RA) used to visit his grave every year in Madinah.
The congregation of sixty and seventy thousand…moving on the last Hajj journey…turned the camel towards the mother’s grave i.e. towards Abu’ah (which is located 249 km from Madinah towards Mecca). ). It is a rocky area which is a smooth part of a hill. In my vision, I remembered the scene of my master when my master went to visit his father’s grave holding his mother’s hand in his childhood. History says that Mr. Amina bint Wahib went to Medina to visit the grave of Hazrat Abdullah, she stayed there for a month, when she started to return, she met her real creator at the age of 25 at Abuwa, and she was buried there. Lady servant Umm Ayman came to Makkah with you (as if both the honourable father and the honourable mother passed away at the age of 25). (Rudah Al-Ahbab 1 p. 67)
My Lord (peace be upon him) (whose shrine is inhabited by a multitude of angels, jinn and humans) is attending his mother’s grave today in such a way that his father was in the prime of his youth and his mother was in the prime of her youth. Leaving Durray yateem (He got this title after losing his parents in childhood) at the age of seven, she came to her Lord to meet her husband Namdar. All those scenes were memorized by my master (Peace Be Upon Him) that there was this caravan of only three people. The mother was holding her red hand and the maid Umm Ayman was also with her. Suddenly the condition became so bad that she lay down on the same rocky ground, her body was drenched in sweat and unable to speak, she was changing her crotch repeatedly. Perhaps it is the process of hiding your pain in front of your innocent child so that the son does not get upset. You were sitting there wondering what would happen next.
Then the last words were uttered from the tongue of this great mother….”Labik” (O Allah, I am present before you) Every living has to die and every youth has to die, Labik my last time has come. I have given birth to a pure being. After that, that pure candle was extinguished. When my master (Peace Be Upon Him) saw his mother leaving, he began to cry spontaneously with tears and hiccups. He put his face to his own chest and wept so much that his chest became blessed. Hehe hehe… At that time there was no one to wipe the tears, for a long time Driyatiyam sat at the head of the mother’s grave and paid tribute to his tears. They were about to get down after placing stones around the grave, when they immediately rushed back to the grave. Umm Amin ran back after seeing this scene. When you came near, do you see that my master (peace be upon him) was clinging to his mother’s grave and lying on it, saying, “O loving mother! You knew that I had no one but you in this world.” Where did you leave me?
It seemed to me that my Lord had turned back all the curtains of fourteen centuries, my own condition was so different that I could not stand up and I also sat down with my eyes closed and in my vision my Master (Peace Be Upon Him) All the scenes of childhood started to come before my eyes. I began to think helplessly, O lord of the earth and sky! Whom you have made your beloved and the mercy of all the worlds, you have caused him to suffer such a great sorrow and shock. Give and wrap these tears of my master (Peace Be Upon Him) in your feet… If this incident had happened in Makkah, then there would have been a loving grandfather, other relatives and friends of the family would have been around to share the grief at this time. This grief was seen in the wild forest, rocky mountains and the desert…..A cry arose from the heart, O my Lord! So really unnecessary. Taking her in her arms, Umm Ayman begged, get up my son, my master (Peace Be Upon Him) replied with his face full of tears, “No, I will not go, let me stay with my mother.” Umm Ayman says that I Forcefully brought this little prince from the grave.
My master, peace be upon him, is going to pray before his Lord in the last Hajj journey, in the month of intense heat, he turned his camel’s face towards the father and a caravan of 70,000 people behind his master was reciting the glorification of the Lord. It is ongoing. 57 years have passed, how can such a big wound and trauma be healed? Where was that sixth year of childhood and today, at the age of 63 years, my master came to the grave of his mother, sat the camel at a distance, kneeling on the rocky ground of the last resting place of this great being. , sat down with his head bowed on his knees, as he had sat by his mother in childhood when she was anxiously twisting and turning in great pain. Of course, when he remembered all those scenes, he broke down and started crying spontaneously, just like when he was a child when he was eager to lower his deceased mother into the grave with his hands, just like when he eagerly freed the hand of Umm Ayman. They ran and clung to the grave. Today, once again, the rain of these blessed tears was causing a storm on the blessed chest, soaking the blessed rash, and even today, no one was going to silence the entire congregation of the Companions in this scene of sadness and boredom in the meeting of the mother and son. They were not deterred and because of literature, sitting at a distance, they were getting anxious seeing this emotional and romantic state of their master. No one knows what the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) used to talk to his mother today, that in his childhood he would not have seen his mother fully, that whole time of pampering and love will be coming before his eyes, because of which he will be sad and sad. The condition of was disturbing, all the scenes of permanent separation today combined to make my master (Peace Be Upon Him) anxious. His condition became so restless that he said to all his companions: I will stay here tonight and did not go to the place where it was arranged to stay, he stayed all night at the head of his mother.
Holy Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) was a very strong hearted and courageous person. Even in the most difficult times and in the most difficult situations, you never let your patience slip away. He (peace be upon him) always taught his companions patience, courage and manliness, but there were a few occasions in his life when his blessed eyes became uncontrollably tearful.
One of these occasions was when after the martyrdom of Hazrat Hamza (may God be pleased with him) in the Battle of Uhud, he visited his house, loved his children very much and informed his wife Hayat of his martyrdom. On this occasion, the eyes of the Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) became wet. There was one occasion when the one and a half-year-old son of the Prophet ((Peace Be Upon Him)) died. Even at that time, despite a thousand restraints, his eyes became filled with tears. He attended the blessed grave of Hazrat Amina (RA) which was in the same area. Tears came to his eyes there. Seeing this, the Companions asked in surprise, O Messenger of Allah! Tears in your eyes? The meaning was that you used to say that one should not cry over the dead, but now even the eyes of a brave and strong person like you are moist.
The meaning of what he said on this occasion is that a son’s offering to his mother is devotion and respect. These tears have nothing to do with low spirits or low spirits. These are uncontrollable tears which are the homage of the presence in this holy shrine. It is a bouquet of tears at the feet of the mother, under whom heaven lies, as a shepherd of devotion, in whose hands is the key of heaven, and before whom no one can enter heaven. It is your honourable statement that Jannah is forbidden to all the prophets until I enter Jannah, they are so indecisive about their mother. Subhan Allah!
These days we also feel great pride in celebrating the festival of “Mother’s Day” for many years in imitation of the West. Let me end this article today with a small story told to me by a well-educated mother whose children were living abroad far away from her. She has been a principal of a college. Spent all his life in teaching. Even now, many poor girls are supported with great secrecy and silence. I would never have known this if the old postman had not informed me. Once I was passing in front of his house when he stopped me and started commenting on my TV program last evening. While his scholarly discourse surprised me, his wonderful memory lit up many lights in my heart and mind. The longer I stay in Pakistan, the more I talk to them to learn, listen to the many things they have collected for me throughout the year. If I am ever late, she comes smiling with a bouquet of beautiful flowers from her own garden. From here on, when I greet him on the telephone, my heart is filled with his pleasant words. For the first few minutes, he bestows his valuable comments on my previous columns, and after that, he makes a short speech by saying: It ends that you will get a higher bill for it. If they come, they will talk well.
During my stay in Pakistan, one day my feet automatically walked towards his house. She met me outside. How are you Ma’a Ji………she is very shy, smiles and start saying how are you? Early this morning……… Yes, Maa Ji, came to greet you. She was holding a bouquet of flowers. I asked about these flowers, and she replied that my three sons are living in America, the youngest son sent these flowers because today is “Mother’s Day” isn’t it! When I “wished” them for Mother’s Day, I began to pray, “Long Live my child, be happy forever, see happiness. How can I write under the bombardment of their voice and control their tears.” How do I post a failed attempt?
Keep looking at the sky for a while, completely lost. Are you all right, mother! She was shocked to hear my voice and returned to the same world. Now that your hair and beard have grown white, do your grandchildren ask you to listen to stories? Yes, sometimes, otherwise nowadays school homework and later children’s preoccupation with computers, mobile phone chats and text messages with friends have created a strange alienation at home that children now have with adults. Where is the opportunity to sit by?
You “wished” me on “Mother’s Day” and accepted me as a mother and there is no doubt that I am much older than you. Let us both establish a forgotten tradition today. Will you listen to the story? She suddenly asked me this. “Sure, why not, it’s been a while since I heard a story.” She told such a heart-wrenching story about the occasion that even I was heartbroken to hear it, you should also listen:
A man approaches a florist to order flowers for his mother. His mother lived two hundred miles away. When he got out of his car, he saw a teenage girl sitting on the sidewalk outside the store, sobbing. The man came to the girl and asked her why she was crying. The girl said: I want to buy a red rose for my mother, but I have only one pound and a rose costs two pounds. Hearing this, the man smiled and comforting her said, Come inside with me, I will give you a rose. He bought the girl several rose flowers and booked a flower order for her mother.
After coming out of the shop, he offered to drive the girl home. Yes please! The girl replied, take me to my mother. Guided by the girl, they reached a cemetery. The girl placed those red rose flowers on a freshly made grave and began to pray. The man turned around and reached the florist, cancelled his order, and immediately left with a bouquet to meet his mother, all the way thanking the innocent girl with moist eyes for her timely delivery. Guided him well. As soon as he reached his mother, the tears of joy reflected in his mother’s eyes seemed to be more precious than her life as if she had not recognized this great treasure given by her Lord for years, which is now known to this innocent girl. told
While saying the last phrase, his voice began to tremble, so I raised my bowed neck and looked at her face. “Heard you write in newspapers. It seems that children who live thousands of miles away from their mothers will they show their love by placing a red rose on their mother’s grave? How difficult it is to live like this… …….! “Do you have an answer to this question! If not, then hurry up. For us, every day, every moment is “Mother’s Day” and this is the teaching of my master Last Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him).
But readers! The story is not over yet. My “Ma’a Ji” these days her youngest son who came back home for a few days after “heart bypass operation” but once again he is in the hospital these days. “Ma’a Ji’s” worries are not diminishing, whenever I ask about Her son’s health, despite confiscating, the rain of tears continues. Day by day she showered me with loads of prayers, She always worried about my health. There is really no substitute for the precious relationship of a mother. While I consider myself very blessed to be in their prayers all the time, my heart longs to do something to end all Her sorrows and worries. I have tried many times to search their hearts to somehow steal all their sorrows, but God knows where She have hidden them all. I request you all to pray that this baby son of my “Ma’a Ji” returns home safely, that this sad face of “Ma’a Ji, my heaven” is not being seen by me!
Monday 13 May 2024
