When you think of the Messenger of Allah, you think of someone who lived a FULL and HAPPY life, always smiling. Yet, his life could have easily been framed to be one of misfortune and sadness, for if anyone had a reason to be sad, it would have been him (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam).

Orphan, widower, survived six children..it goes on..it reminds us of the true reality of tests and pain, for they are all aspects of a world that is by definition imperfect and temporary that we may aspire to go to where there is no fear or grief ever again.


You never saw your fathers face,

or knew the warmth of your mothers embrace,

Your grandfathers heart burned with concern,

Yet death would come to him in turn,

None to look up to, so you cast your vision to the sky,

When you speak the truth, it hurts when they say you lie,

Doesn't it? Yet you move on, take it all in stride,

The honest Prophet who by his own people is belied,

With only two pillars of support, an uncle and a perfect wife,

And in the same year, each one would lose their life

Jibreel gave Khadijah his salaam, told her of a house in paradise,

but an Angel other than him, came to your house to collect its price.

You went to Taif, seeking support for the message you need to spread,

They laughed at you, and sent their kids to stone you until you bled.

At Uhud you were deserted, so they struck you with vicious blows,

and rumors were spread about 'Aa'ishah, that caused pain that Allaah only knows,

Your close cousin Ja'far's absence was finally ended, from Abyssinia he would come,

But in one day, he would be martyred with Zayd your adopted son,

And Ruqayyah would pass away, and Umm Kalthoum as well,

You held Ibraheem in your hands, with a heart that breaks and eyes that swell,

Death would ask permission to take your soul but not the souls of those you love,

And you never expressed distress to the tests that came from up above,

The trials made you strong, and for Allah's perfect company you would yearn,

For it is to Allah that we belong, and to Him is our return.