The first time our Master went outside the village with his milk-siblings, Halima got angry at her daughter Shayma, who had taken him, and yelled at her, “How can you take him out in this heat? He will get sunstroke!” 

The answer she received, however, surprised her:

“Don’t worry mother… Wherever we go with him, there is always a cloud that follows and provides a shade over us…”

Hence the days were passing with such miraculous, supernormal events… 

Meanwhile our Master was able to understand everything he was told at 10 months and started talking at 15 months. In a short period of time, he had learned the most fluent and eloquent of Arabic dialects… As a matter of fact, years later he told his followers regarding his Arabic knowledge:

“I am the most fluent among you! I speak the most eloquent, clear and correct Arabic dialect, for I am from Quraish, and I was raised among the Children of Sa’d!”

One day, our Master had taken the sheep to the grassland to graze with his milk brother Zubair… Despite the extreme heat, they were walking in comfort under the shade of the clouds that followed them… A few hours had passed, the Sun was at its peak, when suddenly Halima was startled by a scream:

“Mother! Mother! They’re kidnapping my brother!”

Halima was frantic! Who could dare to attempt such a thing? Especially to a child in her trust…

“I’m coming Zubair! Who? Who is kidnapping him?” In a heartbeat she caught up to Zubair, her husband Haris following her…

“Who took him?” she asked her son, “Where did they take him?”

“This way, this way!” Zubair yelled, “Hurry, or you’re going to find him dead!”

“What happened? Who did this?” Halima asked as they raced in the direction Zubair showed them.

“We were walking around when suddenly a man dressed in white grabbed him and took him up the hill. Then he lay him down and started smashing his chest! Hurry! Run and find him before it’s too late!”

Halima was about to lose her mind! She breathlessly ran up the hill with her husband and when they reached the top, they saw him… He was standing… His face was completely white!

“My baby!” Halima grabbed him and cuddled him with relief, “My darling, tell me, what happened to you?”

“A man dressed in white came and took me next to his friend…” Muhammad explained, “Then they lay me down on the floor. One of them took out a dagger from his side and slit open my chest, then they took something from inside my chest and threw it out. And then they said, ‘We are removing the share of the Satan from you’ after which one of them rubbed his hands on my chest and it was immediately healed and restored, as if it had never been cut open…”

 

They all came home in shock and silence… Hours later Haris told his wife, “Halima… I think we should return this child to Abdulmuttalib and Amina… What if he was possessed by the jinn? We will indeed be in great trouble…”

They immediately packed and prepared for the road to Mecca… When they arrived at Abdulmuttalib’s house Amina was overjoyed to see her son, though at the same time surprised… 

“Is everything ok Halima?” she asked. “You seem a little worried?”

“Oh no, no! Everything is fine…” Halima tried to assure Amina, “It’s just that the desert wind has been so wild lately, we didn’t want it to have an adverse effect on his health that is why I brought him back to you…”

Amina knew well this was nothing more than an excuse.

“Tell me the truth Halima” she insisted… “What happened? If something important hadn’t happened you would not have brought my son back to me!”

Halima was convinced that Amina wasn’t going to buy into her excuses… She told her exactly what had happened, with all its details.

“This is why I got scared Amina, I worried that it may be the jinn and that if they take him again, I may not be able to find him, so I brought him back to you…”

Amina knew her son well, she was so aware of his nobility that she didn’t feel the slightest worry. For she had lost count of all the astounding extraordinary events she had witnessed since his birth…

She reassured Halima, “No jinn can harm my child dear Halima. He is a fortunate, noble soul with a powerful destiny. The Creator will protect him against all evil…”

Comforted, Halima and her husband Haris returned to their home with our Master, who lived with them for another year…