Clouds and angels had shaded him since his early years. Spiders and doves had built nests at the entrance of the cave where he took refuge during his migration, deceiving the polytheists. Even the wildest animals spoke like humans and confided their troubles to that compassionate Prophet. The Islamic army, thirsty in the scorching desert, clung to life by drinking the water flowing from his blessed fingers. With his mere gesture, the moon split in two, and the stones he held in his palm began to mention Allah’s name. Because he was the “last” and the “greatest” Prophet. He loved us more than his own life.
