The Bird and the Prophet – Children’s Treasures

The Bird and the Prophet – children’s treasures

Nazneen Mukhtar GulamhusseinThe columnist Nazneen Gulamhussein Mukhtar (Arusha, Tanzania) is the headmistress of Yaadgare Murtazawi Madressa, She is a mother to five children and loves writing and reading. She always wanted to inspire children – her favourite audience. Writing has been her passion for as long as she can remember and believes that effective learning takes place through storytelling.

Children! I am a beautiful nightingale. Have you ever heard how I sing?  

Allah has made me so colourful! I am a little bigger than a robin. We sing in a beautiful lilting voice. We mainly feed on insects.

One day was very sad. I didn’t want to sing, I just looked around the trees and flowers, and

Suddenly I saw The Holy Prophet and his friends sitting in the shade of the tree, and they were eating dates. The Prophet was eating the dates, but he did not throw away the seeds. He kept the seeds in his other hand. I went near the Holy Prophet and when he saw me, he gave me some of the seeds-“Come on! Eat!” He said. I went nearer. He had such a beautiful scent. It was like roses! I was so happy to be near him. I wanted to tell him something.  He looked at me kindly. He was still offering me the seeds, so I took some of them. They were so tasty! I had never tasted such seeds before. The saliva of the Prophet had made the seeds delicious. 

I knew I had to tell the Holy Prophet what made me so sad! So I flew around the Holy Prophet and told him my story in my language. I flapped my wings and requested him to help me. “Oh Prophet of Allah! My babies were taken away from the nest this morning, I am so sad without them! They must be starving now!, you see, I had gone to bring them some food! But when I returned, they were gone! I don’t know how I will live without them! Oh! My baby birds! Oh! My tiny sweet ones! Please help me oh! Prophet of Allah! I beg you!” 

The Holy Prophet turned to his companions- who had taken the tiny birds from this nightingale? 

A man stood up and said- I took them Ya rasulallah! 

The Holy Prophet said- have mercy on her, and give her back her baby birds! I cannot see this bird in pain! 

So the man went near the nest and put back the little ones safe and sound. 

I held my wings high and thanked the Holy Prophet…thank you! thank you for saving my little ones! I am so happy to see them again! I flew quickly to my nest singing beautifully! 

Soon I was feeding my little ones.

The Holy Prophet said- do you see the love of a Mother for her little ones? Allah loves us much much more than that! 

All the companions started glorifying Allah. I too started glorifying Allah and singing the praises of the Prophet in a happy tune. Oh, How I loved my Prophet! Oh how kind and merciful he was to all of us! 

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