The Prophet Who Bore Every Pain

How the Prophet’s sorrow became the light of healing for the Ummah and the legacy of the Ahlul Bayt (AS)

He was the Beloved of Allah,
yet he tasted hunger until his stomach cried.
He was the Seal of Messengers,
yet stones struck his blessed face in Ta’if.
He was the Mercy to the Worlds,
yet his people mocked and betrayed him.

He buried his sons with trembling hands,
his tears watered the earth of Medina.
And in Lady Fatima, his only daughter,
his light continued, pure and everlasting.

Not because he was forsaken,
nor because he was unworthy,
but because the Guide of the broken
must know the cracks of every soul.

When the widow wept, he wept with her.
When the orphan clung, he bent low.
When the oppressed cried,
his chest carried their grief.

And we, the lovers of his Household,
see his pain continued in Ali,
in Fatima’s crushed ribs,
in Hasan’s poisoned body,
in Husayn upon the burning sands of Karbala.

The Prophet bore every sorrow,
so that his family could bear ours.
Their pain is the bridge to our healing,
their wounds the lanterns of our path.

Ya Allah —
if pain must touch us,
let it make us a balm for others.
Use us in the service of Your Prophet,
and in the cause of his pure progeny.