It was a morning like any other — dusty sunlight creeping through the cracks in our wall, my mother silently mixing flour, my siblings still curled up on the thin mats. But I was already sitting near the alley, hoping today we might see him again. I’m just the son of a weaver. You won’t find my name in any hadith, but I lived in Madinah, and I saw things that changed the way I understood love.
That day, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ passed through our neighborhood. His name — ﷺ means “peace and blessings be upon him” — was always spoken with respect, even by those with empty bellies like us. We knew he was the Messenger of Allah, the one who brought the Qur’an — our holy book — to guide people out of darkness.
He walked calmly, not with guards or treasure, but with peace and light in his face. What amazed me most was how he noticed everyone — even boys like me hiding behind dusty baskets.
A poor man with torn clothes stood nearby, his head lowered. He looked familiar: a man who once had strength, but now his hands trembled, and his stomach growled before he spoke. Before anyone else could ask, the Prophet ﷺ greeted him warmly and put his hand gently on the man’s shoulder. I heard him say something softly to him, words I couldn’t catch fully, but it made the man cry — not from sadness, but relief.
Then came something I will never forget. The Prophet ﷺ sat next to the man — right there, on the ground, beside the torn robes and worn-out sandals. Others came near, but he did not rise to join the wealthy, or ignore those in need.
Later, I asked my uncle why the Prophet treated the poor with such love. My uncle, who had memorized many hadith — sayings of the Prophet ﷺ — told me, “He said, ‘You will be with those whom you love.’” That is in Sahih Bukhari, a famous collection of authentic hadith. The Prophet ﷺ loved the poor, not just in his words, but in his actions. And because of his love, they loved him back with a love greater than gold.
That night, I looked at my own heart. I used to feel ashamed of my torn clothes, of the hunger in our house. But the Prophet ﷺ treated us with such gentleness, as if we were worthy. I realized then: Our worth wasn’t from things — it came from how Allah saw us. And if the best of all people, the Messenger of Allah, loved the poor, then I would too.
Years later, I still remember the way he sat — on the dusty ground, beside the hungry man. That moment became my teacher. Now, whenever I see someone in need, I think of that love. And I hope, on the Day of Judgment, that I’ll be among those who truly loved the Prophet ﷺ — and loved the poor, just as he did.
Story Note: Inspired by the hadith in Sahih Bukhari 15, “You will be with those whom you love,” and the Prophet’s ﷺ well-documented compassion toward the poor in authentic sources of Islamic tradition.
It was a morning like any other — dusty sunlight creeping through the cracks in our wall, my mother silently mixing flour, my siblings still curled up on the thin mats. But I was already sitting near the alley, hoping today we might see him again. I’m just the son of a weaver. You won’t find my name in any hadith, but I lived in Madinah, and I saw things that changed the way I understood love.
That day, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ passed through our neighborhood. His name — ﷺ means “peace and blessings be upon him” — was always spoken with respect, even by those with empty bellies like us. We knew he was the Messenger of Allah, the one who brought the Qur’an — our holy book — to guide people out of darkness.
He walked calmly, not with guards or treasure, but with peace and light in his face. What amazed me most was how he noticed everyone — even boys like me hiding behind dusty baskets.
A poor man with torn clothes stood nearby, his head lowered. He looked familiar: a man who once had strength, but now his hands trembled, and his stomach growled before he spoke. Before anyone else could ask, the Prophet ﷺ greeted him warmly and put his hand gently on the man’s shoulder. I heard him say something softly to him, words I couldn’t catch fully, but it made the man cry — not from sadness, but relief.
Then came something I will never forget. The Prophet ﷺ sat next to the man — right there, on the ground, beside the torn robes and worn-out sandals. Others came near, but he did not rise to join the wealthy, or ignore those in need.
Later, I asked my uncle why the Prophet treated the poor with such love. My uncle, who had memorized many hadith — sayings of the Prophet ﷺ — told me, “He said, ‘You will be with those whom you love.’” That is in Sahih Bukhari, a famous collection of authentic hadith. The Prophet ﷺ loved the poor, not just in his words, but in his actions. And because of his love, they loved him back with a love greater than gold.
That night, I looked at my own heart. I used to feel ashamed of my torn clothes, of the hunger in our house. But the Prophet ﷺ treated us with such gentleness, as if we were worthy. I realized then: Our worth wasn’t from things — it came from how Allah saw us. And if the best of all people, the Messenger of Allah, loved the poor, then I would too.
Years later, I still remember the way he sat — on the dusty ground, beside the hungry man. That moment became my teacher. Now, whenever I see someone in need, I think of that love. And I hope, on the Day of Judgment, that I’ll be among those who truly loved the Prophet ﷺ — and loved the poor, just as he did.
Story Note: Inspired by the hadith in Sahih Bukhari 15, “You will be with those whom you love,” and the Prophet’s ﷺ well-documented compassion toward the poor in authentic sources of Islamic tradition.
