The Prophet’s Love


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Nasheva learned from Syaikh Musthafa that two days after the burial of the Prophet, Abu Bakar went to the market. When he saw an old and blind beggar was sitting, repeatedly saying, ‘Do not believe in Muhammad. He’s a liar!’ Abu Bakar knew he had found what he was looking for. 

Of course Abu Bakar was angry. He could not stand hearing the Jewish beggar insulted his beloved. However, he remembered the reason why he was there. He’d done the prayers, charity, etc., he’d tried in all possible ways to imitate his beloved. And so it was his mission: if he could do it properly, there wouldn’t be any good deed that the Prophet did that he had not done. This is the only way to walk the Way of Love, he thought.

Then Abu Bakar approached the beggar, sat, took the bread, and began feeding him.

But instead of thanking Abu Bakar, the beggar yelled, “Where have you been?! You’ve kept me hungry for four days.’

Abu Bakar did not reply. He took another slice of the bread to feed him, and another one, until suddenly the beggar scorned, ‘Bloody hell, you’re not him!’

‘No, no, I am him. Don’t worry,’ Abu Bakar tried to convince him.

‘No, you’re not,’ replied the beggar. ‘Who are you?! Don’t lie to me. For two years he’s been doing it for me, every morning, and he does it with patience. I may be too proud that I never even talked to him. But I know him, yes, I know him, because he always makes the bread into crumbs, and he sweetens them with honey. Not like you. You’re rough!’

Abu Bakar sighed, tears were flowing from her eyes. He then confessed, ‘You’re right, I’m not him’.

‘So where is he now?’ asked the beggar.

‘He passed away four days ago,’ replied Abu Bakar.

‘Oh, died?!’ The beggar was flabbergasted. ‘I don’t even know him. Oh, how wretched I am! Tell me, what’s his name?! I want to visit his grave.’

‘He was Muhammad.’

There was only one person in Medina with that name. The beggar did not ask any more question. He unleashed unrelenting sobs and took the shahada.

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Monday, 13/1/2014, is the Prophet’s Mawlid. This post is dedicated to him. Debu perfectly portrays his love for humanity here:

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15 thoughts on “The Prophet’s Love

  1. When Abu Bakr was 10 years old, he went to Syria along with his father with the merchants’ caravan . Muhammad, who was 12 years old at the time, was also with the caravan. In 591 at the age of 18, Abu Bakr went into trade and adopted the profession of cloth merchant, which was the family’s business. In the coming years Abu Bakr traveled extensively with caravans. Business trips took him to Yemen , Syria, and elsewhere. These travels brought him wealth and added to his experience. His business flourished and he rose in the scale of social importance. Though his father, Uthman Abu Quhafa, was still alive, he came to be recognized as chief of his tribe.

  2. what a story, Subhan. lovely. in the general sense, your story shows how we can never know who may be walking with us (in disguise) on our journey here. i like to think there are many angels who walk among us and we think they are only ordinary folks. wonderfully written. :)

    • Sunshine, thank you for your words. You have taken the story to a higher plane of interpretation, and for that you’re to be congratulated. Blessings and love to you, Sunshine, xoxo

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