Umm 'Ammarah

We who cry for foolish pain
And are afraid to fight
Will we ever know the strength
The strength
Of Umm 'Ammarah

For we who are sad when life passes us by
For we who are depressed and cry
Will we ever know the pain
Of Umm 'Ammarah

For we who spend time
Foolish time
Wasting our lives
Will we ever be as brave, as brave as
Umm 'Ammarah

Umm 'Ammarah
Who swore her oath
Allegiance to the prophet
Umm 'Ammarah whose husband spoke for her

Was called by Allah
When she wanted to help
She was call instead to fight
She took the calling
In faith
Letting her vessel fall to the floor

She took hold of the fleeing weapons
Defending the Messenger besides the men
Umar even said "When I turned left or right on the day of the battle of Uhud, I always saw her (Umm 'Ammarah) fighting in my defense"

Fighting besides the men!
Fighting to defend the prophet
Fighting in the name of Allah
Fighting to defend Islam

She lived with the wound
That gave her great pain
But when the prophet mentioned her along with his name
She knew the paradise far surpasses the pain

Her son followed in her steps
Habeeb was captured by the liar Musaylamah
From the tribe of Banu Haneefah
He tried to change his heart
But he couldn't even change his tongue

'Am I the Messenger?' he would say
And her son would answer 'I can't hear you'
His blood boiled like the sun
And her son was taken for torture

There was not a limb that couldn't feel his pain
But only the truth would remain
He would profess not a lie on his lips
The son of Umm 'Ammarah

Soon his spirit departed
And she was given the news
The anger
The rage
The pain!

But not a single word of unbelief
She was a women
She was a wife
She was a mother
The life she lived
Was like no other!

She asked the prophet and his men
When he is slain
May I be there to kill the man
Who killed my air

The times had changed
And the prophet passed
Her chance still came
That she would see before her last breath
Ageing and feeble

She went through the crowds
Looking for him
So she could could take his life
But Allah let her free with no blood on her hands
It was Wahsi ibn Hab
Who killed the man
That killed the son
The son of Umm 'Ammarah

It was a life of harshness
But the fact remains
Tomorrow she will meet her beloved
It was worth the pain that came

Pain
Pain
Pain
I continue to repeat
But don't only take that from her story
She was a women
Wise and brave
Who remained steadfast to Allah and his deen
Who accepted his kadr
His tests
His reliefs

And as sad as it seems
We should all wish for her life
Because she knows what life is truly for
Life is for worship
Life is for Allah
Life is to follow the Messenger
Home is Jenna if you choose
Umm 'Ammarah may Allah be pleased with you!

(This poem is inspired by the book 'Women around the messenger' authored by Muhammad 'Ali Qutb in which he devote a section to Umm 'Ammarah's life)

Guidelines

"Good deeds are not equal to the evil ones. Repel other's evil deeds with your good deeds. You will see that he with whom you had enmity, will become your close friend.
But none will attain this quality except those who patiently endure and none will attain this quality except those who are truly fortunate."

Chapter: 41, Verses 34-35, Al-Quran

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