(Musailimah Kazzab's letter to the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ)
Musailimah Kazzab wrote a letter to the Holy Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him),
Make an agreement with me, as long as you are alive, you are a prophet, and when you pass away, I will become a prophet, or make this agreement that you are the prophet of half of Arabia
And I am the prophet of the other half, God forbid...
In response to his letter, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ wrote,
I am the Messenger of Allah, while you are a Kazzab (liar)...
When the Holy Prophet wrote Kazzab in the letter, he said, who will take this letter to the court of this Kazzab??
Now going to his court, the situation is very dangerous, there are men in front of him and men behind him because he is the Amir of Mecca and there is also a danger to life. There was a companion who was a date seller, he used to sell dates in the streets of Medina with a basket on his head, he was the father of eleven or twelve children, he was also physically weak, he was eating dates, he quickly got up and raised his hand and said, Sir, don't assign anyone else's duty, I will go,
When he said these words in haste, pieces of dates from his mouth fell on the faces of the companions sitting in the gathering, one companion said, O servant of Allah, first eat the dates, you are in a hurry to speak,
I sacrifice myself for those companions of the Holy Prophet, smiling he said
If someone else is assigned the duty while I am eating, then what will I do, I am in a hurry (Allah is the Greatest)
The Holy Prophet ﷺ gave him his spear, gave him a horse, and said
Go firmly to the house of this Kazzab, that companion lowered his eyes with devotion and said, Beloved of God, don't worry....
The companions say that he came out like a general, his style changed, his ways changed, he came out like a brave man, that companion went to the court of Musailimah Kazzab, there a person who later became a Muslim narrates that he looked very weak and thin but I saw a strange passion, a strange color, a strange glory....
You know that the companion of the Messenger who took the letter was Hazrat Habib bin Zaid, when he reached the court, he forcefully planted his spear in the court, Musailimah was startled and said who are you?
You said angrily, didn't you know by looking at my face that I am a servant of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ, (May I be sacrificed for your introduction, how did you introduce yourself with slavery) and further said, our faces tell that we are from the Prophet ﷺ, didn't you know who I am (Subhan Allah)
Musailimah said how did you come?
He said indifferently, I have brought the reply to your letter...
The way of the kings was that they did not read the letter themselves, a man used to stand with them and read the letter, so Musailimah gave the letter to him and said read it, when he read the letter, there was a lot written in it and it was also written that you are a Kazzab...
All the courtiers present there heard this sentence, if it had been in private, it would have been different and it was possible that he would not have been so angry, but when he heard Kazzab in the crowded gathering, he became furious, his eyes turned red, Hazrat Habib bin Zaid was standing in front of him, he picked up the sword in anger and said, your prophet has called me Kazzab, what do you think??
Hazrat Habib bin Zaid said with a smile,
There is no question of thinking, whoever my prophet calls Kazzab is indeed a Kazzab, even if you pour the water of seven seas, your lie cannot be washed away, that oppressor thought that Hazrat Habib is in my court, he will be afraid and refrain from calling me Kazzab (liar), but he was a slave of the Prophet...
Musailimah, trembling with the intensity of anger, said, look back, all my soldiers, my guards, swords, spears, daggers, arrows, all my followers are standing behind you, as if he wanted to scare Hazrat Habib bin Zaid, but what does he know...
The slaves of Muhammad are not afraid to die
Whether this head is cut off or remains, they do not care...
And it was as if Hazrat Habib bin Zaid was confirming this...
Until we were sold, no one asked
Aqa, you bought us and made us priceless..
Hazrat Habib bin Zaid (may Allah be pleased with him) said that I have twelve children, some of them are breastfeeding, some of them have not yet learned to walk, when I left with the message of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ, I did not look back at the children, so how can I see your guards, do whatever you want, the slaves of Muhammad ﷺ are not afraid to die...
Musailimah struck hard with the sword, one arm was cut off and fell (Allah is the Greatest), he said, now speak, what do you think now?
You said that you are very foolish, you test us, everyone has tested us from Badr to Uhud, you still ask what I think, my opinion is the same as my prophet said (May I be sacrificed for the slavery of Hazrat Habib)
Musailimah then struck with the sword, the other hand was cut off, he said I will kill you, come back,
You said that you are very naive, you scare those who offer the Fajr prayer and ask for martyrdom in the first prayer, do whatever you want (O Allah, grant this passion)...
Musailimah Kazzab put the sword on his neck and said I will cut off your neck,
Habib bin Zaid said
Why don't you cut it?
The narrators say that Musailimah's hands were trembling, he swung the sword and the neck was cut off.... Indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed, to Him we will return. 😭
Here in Medina, tears came to the eyes of the Holy Prophet ﷺ, the Companions (may Allah be pleased with them) asked, O Messenger of Allah, what happened?
He said that my Habib has been martyred and the Lord has opened all the doors of Paradise for him (Subhan Allah)
If you are faithful to Muhammad ﷺ, then we are yours
What is this world, the Tablet and the Pen are yours...
O honorable companion of the Prophet of Allah, sacrifice on your bravery, sacrifice on your steadfastness, sacrifice on your courage, by the honor of Allah, let us ponder, whose eleven or twelve children are young and some are such that they are not even able to walk, God forbid, ever think and there is no high background, but the person who used to sell dates in the streets of Medina by putting them in a basket and calling out, but the state of love is such that God forbid, no one else is seen...
O youth of my nation, where have you gone to sleep, even today their story gives us courage...
And I sacrifice myself for your respected wife, when you received the news that Hazrat Habib bin Zaid was killed by Musailimah Kazzab, you gave a very loving answer,
Which gives passion to my mothers and sisters today,
She says that today Allah has raised my head and I have also got the status of a martyr's wife and said that he was alone, if it comes to the honor of the Prophet, I will sacrifice these children of mine for the honor of the Prophet too... (O Allah, grant this passion to our mothers)
I have not written in the style in which I have read, I am crying a lot because of this and there are many such events in the skirt of Islam and even more severe than this, but by God, the Ummah of Muhammad has never been so helpless as it is now (O my young generation, we have to improve, we have to recover and O my mothers, you have to teach the lesson of war instead of milk, then the honor of the Prophet will be protected and the passion of martyrdom will be created within us, this is what the lives of the Companions and Companions (may Allah be pleased with them all) teach us, God forbid, we have to recover....
My Lord, grant the charity of the life of Hazrat Habib bin Zaid and the Companions and the protection of the honor of the Prophet..... Amen, O Lord, by the dignity of the Holy Prophet ﷺ..
In the end, I will only say this much
If you do not recover, you will be erased, O Indian Muslims
Even your story will not be in the stories
✍️ A student of Al-Jamiatul Ashrafia ✍️