The mainstream history of Islam has been rewritten and heavily censored. Unjustifiably few characters are highlighted more than others who were more deserving. In the process people who embraced the ideals of Prophet Muhammad, people who played a very pivotal role both in his personal life as well as the life of the community were sidelined, often very marginalized in history.
Baraka is one such figure in the history of Islam. About Baraka the Prophet used to say, "After my mother, she is my mother. She is the remainder from my close ones (Ahli)."
Leaving Allah (SWT) and His Messengers to follow, the Sunnis claim to follow their sunni Caliphs, Sheiahs claim to follow their Sheiah Imams. But strangely enough, they all claim that they all originate to the Message of the last Messenger, Muhammad (SAWS). Sunnis commonly praise and celebrate Ayeshah, while Sheiah commemorate Fatimah more prominently, whereas, the unmatchable great ladies, Barakah and Khadeejah are eclipsed by both the communities.
The Mollahs and Maulanas of Indian Sub-continent hold "Milad" of the Prophet (SAWS), and lecture and mention for hours together, the brief period of the biological parents of the child Muhammad, Abdullah and Aminah, and even mention Haleemah, the breast feeder on payment of Muhammad for a brief period of two years only.
But to the surprise of every man of conscience and knowledge, no body mentions the "Blessing Lady",
Barakah, Umme Ayman, and Umme Usamah, who cared, raised and accomplished Muhammad to be the last and the final Messenger of Allah!
Why? Because she was a slave black woman! Hajerah or Hegar, the mother of Ismaeel, the first father of Arab, was also a black lady! (This shows the return back to Jahilliyah on part of those who dictated the mainstream history of Islam. )
The last Messenger of Allah (SAWS) has regarded and loved her till his death as his mother, Khadeejah respected her as the mother-in-law! The Messenger of Allah (SAWS) used to rise to see her and kiss her on her forehead. Sometimes he used to take Abu Bakr, Umar and other prominent companions with him, while going to see Barakah, and greet her saying, "O my mother, how are you?"
طُ وب ى لكِ ، ھَ ل أنْ ت بخَ یر ی ا أمُّ يْ ؟
Do you know how the blessed great lady used to reply!
The Messenger of Allah used to greet saying.
كَ یْ ف حَ ا لُكِ یَا أمِّ ي؟ ھَ ل أنْ ت بخَ یر ی ا أمُّ ي؟
(O my mother, are you well?)
The great lady used to reciprocate.
أجل یا رسولَ لله أن ا ب خَ یْ ر ما د امَ الإسْ لام ب خَ یْ ر
"Yes, O the Messenger of Allah, I am well, till Islam is well!"
How warm is the greetings, and how divine is the reply! She is well, if Islam is well! Can any body cite another example of such wish of greetings, in the history of Islam? If Islam is well, she is will, if Islam is unwell, she is unwell!
Have we heard such wishes from Ayeshah, Fatimah or any other Ummahatul Mumineen ever? Or from any man like Abu Bakr, Ali and Umar etc.? Is not she, the motherly manifestation of Islam, who was destined by Allah (SWT) to raise the final Messenger for his prophethood, and from the prophethood till his death?
Read more to learn and believe the greatness of "Great Barakah."
إن ھَ ا ب رَ كَ ة ، إن ھَ ا أمِّ ي ب عْ د أمِّ ي، إن ھَ ا ب قِ ی ة أھْ لي
When her son Ayman was martyred in Hunain, the battle of Taif, the Messenger of Allah (SAWS) had brought his dead body to Barakah, and said! “Mother, your son Ayman lay martyred” the great lady replied saying: “Al Hamdu Lillah, all praise is due to Allah, I have yet two, you and Usamah. My ideal Hegar had only one, Ishmael. Allah (SWT) had accepted her only son. If Allah accepts Ayman like him, I am happy!”
On the death of the last and the final Messenger of Allah, the raiser and the promoter mother of Muhammad (SAWS), Barakah said the immortal words:-
آه لَق د انْ ق طَ عَ ا ل وحْ ي مِ ن ا ل سمَ اء.
"Alas! the line of revelation has been snapped off."
How clear was the concept about Islam, its Message and the Messenger in the mind of Barakah. Such is called crystal clear. (Credit: This is Islam,This is Muhammad (saws) by Imamuddin Muhammad Toaaha Bin Habeeb).
I am sharing here the chapter on Baraka from the valuable book by Imamuddin Toaaha Bin Habeeb called "This is Islam, This is Muhmmad (saws)."
B A R A K A H
THE FOSTER MOTHER OF THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD (SAWS) WHO REARED MUHAMMAD TO BE THE PROPHET OF ALLAH FOR THE ENTIRE MANKIND
Who was Barakah? Barakah was an Ethiopian black girl in her teens, Abdullah Ibn Abdul Muttalib, the father of the prophet bought her. He bought her from the slave market of Makkah before he married Aminah Bint Wahb, the mother of Muhammad.
When Abdullah married Aminah, Barakah was the lone maid who lived in his house and looked after him and his wife Aminah.
‘After two weeks of Abdullah's marriage with Aminah, his father Abdul Muttalib visited our house and said. "O Abdullah, get ready for business trip with the caravan which is due to leave for Syria”.
"Strange! Strange!! How will my husband leave me for a business trip to Syria when I am still a new bride and the bridal make up of mine is not yet over"? Aminah cried.
After much unwillingness and reluctancy, Abdullah left, and he hardly gone few steps away, Aminah fainted and fell unconscious on the ground.’
‘When I saw Aminah fell senseless, I cried in sorrow and pain, "O my mistress! O my mistress!!" Then she came to her sense and opened her eyes, and I saw tears were rolling down her cheeks and she said in choked voice: "Barakah, please take me to my bed’.
Aminah remained bed ridden for long time, did not speak to any one except Abdul Muttalib, the respected and kind old man, her father-in-law.
Barakah stops for some time, again she starts narrating the story, she looks at the sky, the tears are rolling out of her eyes and flashed her cheeks.
After two months of Abdullah's departure, Aminah called me at a dawn and said to me with staring face. "I have seen a dream, which is surprising.’
‘Well! O my mistress’, I replied. She said, "I dreamt this night that a light is beaming out of my womb, which illuminates the circumference of Makhah and its valley".
I asked her ‘Do you feel conceived?’
She replied, "Yes Barakah, but I do not feel any of the complications that other women suffer".
I said, ‘Surely you will give birth to a baby who will bear the blessings and bounties for mankind.’
Barakah becomes silent for a few moments and again starts her story:
‘The absence of Abdullah prolonged in his business trip and agonies of Aminah also mounted, increased her pain and apprehension, which longed her sleepless nights to cost her health if I was not always with her consoling and braving with stories and fables.’
Barakah heaves a deep sigh and says:
‘One morning Abdul Muttalib entered Aminah's house with signs of tension on his face, and said to her, "O Aminah get ready for an exodus out of Makkah to stay in the surrounding mountains of the valley". Aminah exclaimed: "Why father?" Abdul Muttalib replied:
"Because the ruler of Yamen Abraha Al-Ashram has arrived with a massive army to over-run Makkah, demolish Kaabah, humiliate Qureish and captivate the men, women and children." Aminah said, "Father I am grieved as you see, and weak to the extent that I am unable to move to the mountains."
Abdul Muttalib said: "I am afraid about you and the embryo that you are carrying."
Aminah replied: "Father neither Abraha Al-Ashram can enter Makkah, nor destroy Kaabah, because Kaabah has got its Lord to protect it."
Abdul Muttalib said: "The invading army of Abraha is only two miles away from Makkah, and is getting ready to invade Makkah. So it is wise for us to leave Makkah as all other inhabitants have left."’
"But Aminah did not speak." Then Abdul Muttalib cried angrily, and said: "Aminah yeh, get up and prepare with your luggage, and you Barakah help Aminah for journey. I will be waiting for you at my house to leave together for the mountains."
Barakah says further:
‘There were no signs of fear in Aminah, rather she was calm and quiet, listening to Abdul Muttalib and then surprisingly she said :"Oh father, be sure and don't fear anything. Abraha will not be able to enter Makkah." Aminah calmly replied: "The embryo I am carrying, will be born soon, and shall be the saviour of the sancturary, and for its sake, Allah the Almighty will protect the Holy House from destruction."’
Barakah Further says:
‘When Abdul Muttalib heard what Aminah said, opened his eyes and glared, and raised his face towards the sky and said to himself vociferately: "Dream! illusion ! imagination ???!!!
But the foretale of Aminah came to be true and her feeling materialised. The elephant which was leading Abraha's army knelt and refused to rise again. The cops beat the elephant with iron, and as a result it stood, but refused to advance even an inch. Then the ultimate miracle happened. Allah had sent the army of birds "Ababil" with poisonous stones. They carried stones in their claws. They rained the stones on the army of Abraha, which destroyed them totally. The Makkah was saved and Kaabah was also safe from the invasion and destruction.’
Barakah continues to tell the anecdote:
‘I kept myself completely tagged with Aminah day and night, nursing and comforting her. She was bearing tremendous agony for the absence of her husband Abdullah. I used to sleep by her side and hear her lamentation, as if she was whispering with her absent husband. I used to wake up from my sleep hearing her lamentation and console her, and give her strength to light her agony. After two months, the first column of the caravan started reaching back to Makkah, and every caravan used to be received and welcomed by their near and dear ones with applause.
I used to go out secretly to the house of Abdul Muttalib to inquire about the return of Abdullah, but used to get no news about him. So I used to return calmly, without letting Aminah know anything, so that she was not further strained, by what I heard or saw. All the caravans at last reached back to Makkah, but Abdullah did not come back.
One day I went to the house of Abdul Muttalib and I was thundered by the tragic news. News had come from Madinah about the sad news of Abdullah's death. I cried when I came to know the news. I don't know what I did, except I set my way back to Aminah's house. I was wailing in lamentation and crying, that our beloved will never comeback, the beloved for whom we waited for long time, grieving for the finest young man of Makkah. Aminah could not bear this shock. She fell unconscious, and ridden the bed fighting for the life and death. There was none except myself serve and pass the sleepless nights for her welfare and wellbeing, till she gave birth to her child, Muhammad at a night that, beamed the sky of our hopes and expectations.’
Barakah gives further detail of her story:
‘When Muhammad was born, I was the first who took him on the arms and then came his grandfather Abdul Muttalib, who took the baby to Kaabah, and declared: "This is my child Muhammad, this is Muhammad, the remnant of my son Abdullah.”
Abdul Muttalib and the people of Makkah celebrated the birth of the child Muhammad.
Then Muhammad was given to Haleemah Al-Saadiyah to suckle and breast feed in the open of the valley. Haleemah brought him back to Makkah after completion of two years. Then again Muhammad was given back to Haleemah to take him to the healthy atmosphere of the desert. When Muhammad completed his fifth year, Haleemah came back with him to Makkah. His Mother received him with motherly love and affection, and I received him with all that I had in me with joy, love and pleasantries, and started to rear and care for him, and look after him day and night to make him happy, till he reached sixth year of his age.’
Barakah adds to say further:
‘When the breast feeders came to Makkah from the valley to take babies from the Makkans, none of them chose Muhammad to take, because his family was poor, unable to pay the remuneration.’
But Haleemah took him as she came late. Because her donkey was very weak. But when she took Muhammad with her, the donkey became fast like a horse.
Haleemah said: "When I entered into my house in the desert, my goats became healthy, and multiplied its breed, lactation increased and abundance came in my house from every corner. My neighbours envied me and they all were astonished to see my fortune. All these poured into my house, because, of the blessed boy Muhammad.”
Barakah stops for a while and again says, recollecting her memory:
‘When Muhammad reached six, his mother Aminah intended to visit the grave of her husband in Madinah. I was afraid to think about this tedious journey. Muhammad's grandfather Abdul Muttalib came to persuade Aminah back from her intention. But Aminah insisted on this visit ignoring all the difficulties and dangers. So, one morning we three, Aminah, Muhammad and I sat on a small palanquin put on a strong camel and set for Madinah with a big caravan which left for Syria on a business trip.
When the caravan reached the outskirts of Makkah by two miles, the caravan singers started their rhymes melodiously and the camel started speeding up.
I looked at Aminah and found her weak in grief, and tried to console her saying, "O my mistress, be brave and patient in front of your son Muhammad." Muhammad did not know that his mother was going to see the grave of his father. She kept it secret to Muhammad to keep him from being touched by the shock and grief.’
‘Our caravan was travelling from Makkah to Madinah, the tears of Aminah never dried. I was trying to brave and console her by narrating tales and stories, so that she gets some sort of relief. But child Muhammad was sleeping on my lap twisting his arms round my neck. Whenever there was a jolt in the palanquin on camel's back, Muhammad used to awake. But again he used to fall asleep.
We reached Madinah after ten days of journey, and we stayed in the hospitality of Bani An Najjar, the maternals of Muhammad. On the second day of our arrival, Aminah went to visit the grave of Abdullah and shed her tears on it to lighten her grief. Muhammad did not go to see his father's grave on that visit. He was a mere child of six years. We left him in the house of his maternals to play and gay with the children of his age. Aminah kept on visiting the grave of her husband every day from morning to evening for long forty days. That shattered her health, and she became weak nearly unable to walk.
We again started our journey back to Makkah from Madinah. On our way, the fatal calamity fell upon us. Aminah fell sick with fever and her temperature kept rising. She lost her sense. We were left behind by the caravan and stayed in the middle way between Makkah and Madinah in a village called 'Al Abwa'. I tried all my efforts to treat and nurse her by all that I had with me of herbal drugs. But her health deteriorated from bad to worse.
In a dreadful dark night, when the fever was burning Aminah, she called me in a choked voice. I responded to her call and said: ‘I am by your side O. my mistress.’ In reply she drew me nearer to her mouth and whispered in my ear saying:
"Barakah, I am going to leave this world within minutes. I make will for you about my son Muhammad. He had lost his father when he was in my womb, and now he is going to lose his mother before his eyes. You will be his mother, O Barakah, and never leave him."
These words were her last words that tore my heart and I started crying and wailing. Seeing my wailing Muhammad became frightened and started crying and wailing with me, and he fell between the arms of his mother, and embraced her in a way that suffocate her. I eased the hands of Muhammad. Aminah cried, and with a tremble she became silent and left us forever.
I looked around in the desert, and found none except the overwhelmed child and myself. The body of Aminah was still. The desert and its silence and the whistling winds of the desert were blowing sands around us and none else were there.’
Barakah broke into loud cry narrating the story and said:
‘With these two hands of mine I dug the grave of Aminah in the sand, and laid her in rest in it, and then shed the remaining tears of mine to its last drop.
I came back with the orphan child Muhammad to Makkah and stayed in the house of Abdul Muttalib. There I looked after Muhammad as his mother. When Abdul Muttalib died, I shifted with Muhammad to the house of his uncle Abu Talib. Then Muhammad was only eight years old. From then I reared and cared him with all my affection and love, till he became a full grown man of twenty five years and got married with the noble lady Khadeejah Bint Khuwailad. And then I started living with Muhammad in the house of Khadeejah. Neither I did leave him nor he did leave me ever.
One day Muhammad called me.
He always used to call me "Ya Ammah" (O my mother) then said: "Now I am a married man and you are still without marriage! What is your opinion if anyone comes to propose you for marriage?"
I looked at Muhammad and said: "I shall never leave you, can a mother like me leave her son?" Muhammad smiled and kissed my head and looked at his wife Khadeejah and said:
"This is Barakah, she is my mother after my mother, she is the remnant of my family." And then Khadeejah looked at me and said: "You have sacrifised your life for Muhammad, now he wants to return some of your gifts. For my sake and Muhammad's sake please accept our proposal before you are caught by old age."
I said:“To whom I am going to be married?” Khadeejah replied: “Here, this is Obaid Ibn Zaid Al Khazraji from Madinah. He wants your hands in marriage. For my sake do not refuse.”
I said: "Yes, I accept."
I got married with Obaid Ibn Zaid and went with him to Madinah. There I gave birth to a son named 'Aiman'. From then on, I was called 'Umme Aiman'. But my marriage did not continue for long, my husband died, and again, I came back to Makkah to live with my son Muhammad in the house of Khadeejah.’
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... to be continued