Life of Prophet Muhammad - The World’s First AI-Visualized Sirah Series! - O Messenger | Ep. 1

We're going back

to the turning point in human history. To the Arabian Peninsula

around 1400 years ago. In this 15-part series, we will explore the life of Prophet Muhammad

(peace and blessings be upon him) in ways you have never heard before. Sometimes, we'll find ourselves

in the early days of revelation. In the secret gatherings of Muslims

at Darul Arqam (The House of Arqam). Other times, the excitement will rise as we witness Umar radiyallahu anhu

(may Allah be pleased with him) fearlessly walking towards

the idol worshippers of Mecca. Whoever kills Muhammad ﷺ, I will reward

him with a hundred red and black camels. This is what happens

to those who obey Muhammad ﷺ. Take this as a warning. There will be times

when we are sad and moved to tears. Times when we feel afraid,

and times when we cannot help but smile. But most of the time,

our hearts will be filled with peace. From the story of a Prophet ﷺ

who showed us how to find a way out even in the most hopeless situations, we will learn how to overcome

the dead ends of our own lives. We won't just look

at the events and move on. We will also try to understand

the deep meanings behind them. This journey will lead you

to a whole new path and rediscover who you truly are. This is the story

of the most beloved to Allah. A man who would sacrifice his entire life

for his Ummah (community), who would be betrayed and slandered

by hypocrites over and over again. There would be times

when he would be left hungry for months, and times when he would lose his loved ones

and bury them with his own hands. He would always call people to light,

to guidance, but in return, he would be pelted with stones. I have never seen anyone bring

this much evil and wickedness to his own family like you have. He would face

countless assassination attempts, but not even for a moment

would he give up on his mission. And in the end, Allah would fulfill

His promise to His loyal servant. We are now embarking

on an unprecedented 23-year journey. We will witness the story

of an extraordinary man who started this cause alone,

stood up to the entire world, and today has over 2 billion followers

behind him. If you're ready, let's begin. Salli ala Muhammad

(Send blessings upon Muhammad). This video series is based on hundreds of

references from reliable Islamic sources. All AI visuals were prepared in

consultation with qualified Muslim scholars and are in line with Islamic guidelines. On that night

when the heat of Mecca cooled down. The day was Monday, in the year 571. The quiet streets of Mecca were about to witness one of the greatest

events in human history. Abdul Muttalib had been waiting

for this moment for a long time. And finally, he received the joyful news. Amina has given birth to a baby boy. His heart was about to burst

with excitement. Ever since his son Abdullah

had passed away, his love and care for the baby that

his daughter-in-law Amina was carrying had grown even stronger. Just imagine that night. Abdul Muttalib rushes home, gently holds his newborn grandson

in his arms, and walks towards the Kaaba. He gives thanks to his Lord, prays to Him,

and names the baby Muhammad. Why did you choose this name? Because I want Allah

and people to praise him. This name had been

told to Amina in a dream. And when she shared this

with Abdul Muttalib, he decided to give that name. Giving birth safely to the trust

left by her husband Abdullah brought Amina great peace and comfort. Back then in Mecca, it was a common tradition

to send babies to wet nurses. Women who would breastfeed

and take care of them. So that they could stay away from Mecca's

harsh climate for some time. Of course,

being separated from her newborn baby was very hard for a mother. But there were two

important reasons for this. The first reason was the baby's health. As we said, the climate in Mecca

was not ideal for newborns. And the second reason was to help

the child develop strong language and speaking skills. In those times,

eloquence and effective communication were at the heart of Arab society. Babies were sent to the land of Benu Saad where they could grow up freely

in the deserts and open plains and learn Arabic

in its purest and most beautiful form. Wet nurses from that region were usually

looking for babies from wealthy and noble families. Because through this relationship, she would form a bond

with the baby's family, and as long as the father was alive,

she could continue to receive kindness and support from them. The Prophet

(peace and blessings be upon him) was also from a noble family. His grandfather Abdul Muttalib

was the political leader of Mecca. But he was old. And the Prophet's father had

passed away before he was even born. And since he was an orphan, none of the wet nurses

were willing to accept Amina's baby. So, what would happen now? Was no one going to take him? Would he have to grow in this city

with its harsh climate? Amina was standing there helplessly, watching as the wet nurses

took the babies one by one and left Mecca behind. Meanwhile, a couple named Halima and Harith

had arrived later than the others. Because their animal was weak and old,

they had to take turns riding it. So, they couldn't make it on time. Halima searched and searched, but she couldn't find anyone in Mecca

who would give her their baby. On top of all the trouble

she went through to get there, now she was going to return home

empty-handed. There was also a famine in their land. And they were having a hard time

even feeding themselves. All these troubles coming

one after another made her really upset. As she was overwhelmed

with all these thoughts, she suddenly came across someone. It was Abdul Muttalib. After they talked for a while, she found out

about his grandson's situation. She then asked her husband Harith

what he thought. I couldn't find a baby to nurse. And I don't want to return

empty-handed in front of the others. There is no harm in taking him. Perhaps Allah will grant us blessings

and goodness because of him. The greatest blessings had appeared right

in front of her when she least expected it. But Halima still had no idea how priceless

a treasure she had just found. On the other hand,

think about Amina's situation. She had already lost her dear husband. And couldn't put their baby

in his arms even once. And now, on top of all that,

she was about to part with her child too. But she had no other choice. With tears in her eyes, she handed over Abdullah's trust,

her Muhammad, to Halima. She was going to be away

from her son for a very long time. She wouldn't be able to smell his scent

or hold him in her arms. She wouldn't be there to witness

his first steps or hear his first words. For a mother, even being apart from

her baby for just one hour is so painful. But for her child's future, she accepted

being separated from him for so long. Her heart was in pieces. As for Halima and her family,

a brand new life was about to begin. With the arrival of the Prophet

(peace be upon him), their home was filled with blessings

and abundance. Things happened that no one could believe. Their old and weak riding animal

suddenly became stronger and faster. Halima used to have very little milk. But once she began to

breastfeed the Prophet ﷺ, her milk started flowing abundantly. Her newborn baby Abdullah

was often restless and cried a lot. But when he started nursing

alongside the Prophet ﷺ, he calmed down too. Their animals that used to return

hungry because of the famine and drought in the area, were now finding food

and giving plenty of milk. Their home was full of Barakah (blessing), while the surrounding areas

were still suffering from famine. During this time,

the Prophet grew very well. Both physically, mentally, and spiritually. Finally, four blessed years came to an end. The time had come. They had to return the Prophet

(peace be upon him) to his mother. Halima couldn't hold back her tears. She didn't want to part with him. She hugged him,

kissed him over and over again. But she had no other choice. After a long separation, Amina and her son

were finally together again. Now, whenever she wanted to hold his hand,

he was right beside her. They held each other tight, like they were trying to make up

for every single day they had been apart. They never wanted to be separated again. This reunion helped ease the pain

of those long difficult years. After spending a year and a half together, they went to Medina to visit

their relatives and his father's grave. When they reached the grave,

you could see the sorrow in Amina's eyes. Her mind and heart

were filled with longing for the days she had spent with her husband. As if she had just lost him,

she began to cry. The Messenger of Allah

(peace and blessings be upon him) was born an orphan. He opened his eyes to this world

without a father. He never got to feel

the warmth of his love and care. With his tiny hands, he had always wanted

to hold his father's hand. But it was never there. And at that moment, he felt

the absence of his father once again. At the same time, he couldn't bear

to see his mother in such pain. And so, the two of them cried together. At least his mother was by his side. That was giving him comfort. But for Amina, the time to leave

this world was also drawing near. She would soon join her husband. Her reunion with her son did not last long. On their way back to Mecca, she became ill. The Messenger of Allah

(peace and blessings be upon him) was only six years old. When they reached a place called Abwa,

her illness grew worse. She was in great pain. But two things hurt her even more. The thought of leaving her child behind,

and knowing that at such a young age, he would now have to live his life

both without a father and a mother. As her final moments approached,

she looked at her son. The look on her face

said more than words ever could. Just before her last breath,

she uttered these words to her son. Every living being dies. Every new thing becomes old. And all who age will eventually die. Everything in this world is temporary

and will come to an end. Yes, I will die too. But my name will be remembered forever. For I gave birth

to a pure and righteous child, someone who will remember me with goodness. A few moments later, her voice faded,

and her body became still. The only sound left was the tears

of the Prophet (peace be upon him). His gentle heart was burning

with an indescribable pain. A journey that began

to visit his father's grave, ended with burying his mother. To lose his mother,

after having already lost his father. Who knows how many years

those words would echo in his ears. Whenever the other kids called out "Mom,"

his eyes would fall to the ground. In his tearful eyes, he would always remember the final moments

of the one he loved the most. In those moments, his caretaker,

Umm Ayman, was by his side. She tried to calm little Muhammad's ﷺ

feelings and wipe away his tears. From that day on, she would always be there

to show him love and care, and would do everything she could

to fill the gap his mother left behind. She stayed with him and served him

until he turned 25 and got married. Even after Islam was revealed, she didn't hesitate to make

great sacrifices for the religion. Her place in the Prophet's ﷺ life

would be so special, and she would give him such motherly care

that the Prophet would later say about her: "She is my mother after my mother." When they returned to Mecca, his grandfather Abdul Muttalib

took him into his care. He always kept him close. He wouldn't even sit down to eat

unless his grandson was with him. Since Abdul Muttalib

was the leader of his tribe, his cushion was placed

in front of the Kaaba. Even his own sons

weren't allowed to sit on it. But his six-year-old grandson Muhammad ﷺ

would sit there. He didn't allow anyone else except him. When others tried to stop him,

he would say: Leave my son alone. I swear by Allah, one day

he will have a great name and honor. At a young age, he witnessed

how his grandfather governed Mecca. The things he saw there

were shaping him into a future leader. From time to time, Abdul Muttalib

would give him certain responsibilities and tasks too. The grandson had great respect

for his grandfather, and the grandfather had great compassion

for his grandson. They were very close. However,

this bond did not last long either. Just two years later,

he lost his grandfather too. Whoever he got attached to,

Allah would take them away one by one. As if to give him the message:

"I am your only support." Throughout his life, he was going to lose

many of his companions too. While he was still alive,

he would lose six of his seven children. As you will see

in every episode of this series, he would go through

endless difficulties and pain. And because he would experience

every kind of pain and struggle, he would be able to understand every

trouble his Ummah (community) would face. That's how he would become

the best leader and guide for us. If he had lived an easy life and Allah

had not given him any hardships or trials, how could he have been

a role model for all humanity? All the compassion and love he had received

from the people around him in his early years were like reflections

of the sun in different mirrors. But the true owner of that compassion,

Allah, was removing those mirrors. In other words, He was taking away

his loved ones one by one. By doing so, Allah was showing him

the true source of all love, teaching him that every blessing

comes only from Him. That only He is truly eternal,

and if He wants, He can grant eternity

to human beings as well. If He wills,

all those who have been separated can meet again in an eternal world,

in Paradise. In this way, Allah was laying the

foundations of the belief in the Hereafter which He would reveal to him later. When you think about

what our Prophet (peace be upon him) went through at such a young age, you cannot help but reflect

in a deeper way. Every detail of his life

was carefully planned by Allah. Every hardship and trial

that Allah gave him helped him become more and more mature. Because in future, he would be entrusted

with a very heavy responsibility. From the time he was a baby,

he was raised not in the city but out in the open plains. That's why he had a free spirit. He was physically strong

and had well-developed language skills. Including the home

he was about to move into next, he would have lived in five different homes

by the time he reached adulthood. Through these experiences, he learned

how to live with different types of people. And while he was living

with his grandfather, he witnessed how a city was governed. He had no parents, but he was raised by

three different mother figures and three different father figures, each with their own

unique character and personality. Besides his own mother,

there was his wet nurse Halima, and as a father figure, her husband Harith. His caretaker Umm Ayman

gave him motherly care in her own way, while his grandfather Abdul Muttalib

became a father to him in a different way. And finally, his uncle Abu Talib took him

under his wing with fatherly affection. And his wife Fatima bint Asad gave him the same attention

and warmth she gave to her own children, never making any distinction between them. He was shown so much love and care

that later in life, he would describe all these three women as

"my mother after my mother." As Towards Eternity, we work tirelessly

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and don't miss this golden opportunity. Nothing in his life was a coincidence. Every part of it, up until the age of 40, was there to prepare him for the heavy

responsibility of Prophethood. Because the life that lay ahead of him

was full of difficulties. The heavy burden of Revelation. The years of boycott,

where he would be left starving so that he would give up his mission. The torture of the Quraish in Mecca. If I were to see him do that, I would trample his neck

or I would smear his face with dust. The hypocrites in Medina. The heartless mobs in Ta'if. And the Day of the Trench when almost

all of Arabia stood against him. The battles he would have to fight. And the countless people

that wanted to assassinate him. To carry all this, he needed a very strong

foundation and an unshakable resilience. That's why every part of his life

before Prophethood was designed with precision. He was now eight years old. And had moved into the home

where he would feel the most loved and cared for in his entire life. His uncle Abu Talib's house. But even though

it was his own uncle's house, it's never quite the same

as being in your own parent's home. You cannot ask for things

as freely from your uncle and aunt as you would from your mother or father. And also, you might worry

that your cousins will be jealous of you. That alone can hold you back

from doing certain things. And on top of that,

this wasn't a wealthy home. Many times, they would get up

from the table without being full. So, from a young age,

he also experienced what poverty felt like. But despite all that,

his uncle and aunt made him feel at home and treated him like their own child. And sometimes even favored him

over their children. Abu Talib would

never go anywhere without him. He always took him along,

never letting him out of his sight. Sometimes he would

chat with him like a friend. And if he didn't see him

at the dinner table, he would ask, "Where is my Muhammad ﷺ? Go call him." The Prophet (peace be upon him)

was unlike any other child. He would never start eating

before his elders. He was very grateful and thoughtful. When he saw that his uncle was having

a hard time providing for the family, he couldn't just sit and watch. Instead of spending his days

like other children, he wanted to work and help at home. So, he went to his uncle and asked to become a shepherd

for his sheep and goats. This way, Abu Talib would not

need to hire someone for that task. It was a surprisingly mature request

for someone his age. His uncle and aunt

never saw him as a burden, and they didn't want him

to spend long hours outside under the scorching Arabian sun. But the Prophet (peace be upon him)

somehow convinced them. And he started taking care of the animals. Shepherding requires a lot of patience. Through this, he learned to be patient,

to take responsibility, and how to care for something

that was entrusted to him. He also saw it as an opportunity

to stay away from the city and spend his nights alone, reflecting on the stars in the sky

and the wonders of creation on Earth. When he turned 12,

Abu Talib had to join a trade caravan because of financial hardship. The Quraish were organizing it

and the destination was Damascus. But when the Prophet (peace be upon him)

heard about it, he became deeply sad. He didn't want to go through

another separation. His uncle, who had always stayed by

his side, might be away for months. He would be left without his love,

protection, and comfort. He really wanted to go with him. But joining such a long journey at that age

was dangerous. What if something

happened to the Prophet ﷺ? What if Abu Talib couldn't protect

the trust his brother had left behind? Everyone agreed he shouldn't go. But no matter what they said, his love for his uncle

was stronger than any fear. After a few days of sadness,

he couldn't hold it anymore. He went to Abu Talib, and with a soft,

emotional voice, he said: "Uncle, where are you leaving me?

With whom? I don't have a mother or a father here." These heartfelt words expressed

everything he was feeling and all the pain he was carrying inside. Abu Talib's heart couldn't bear it. So he changed his mind. The preparations were complete and now

it was time for the caravan to set off. He said goodbye to his aunt and cousins. This journey

marked the beginning of his life in trade. What he learned on this journey

gave him skills and experience that would help him greatly

in the years to come. He was now slowly entering his youth. Unfortunately, there were many examples

of bad morals and behaviors around him. In the upcoming part of this episode, we will talk in detail about how corrupt

and ugly the customs of that period were. The period we call Jahiliyyah -

the Age of Ignorance. All of this brings

one important question to mind. How was he protected

in such an environment? In other words, did he ever fall into sin

before becoming a prophet? There are several incidents

that help us understand this. But I will share two of them. Once, there was a gathering in Mecca

where many young people were planning to have fun.

His friends invited the Prophet ﷺ as well. And he wanted to join them too. But if he did,

it could have led to something sinful. At the time, he was working as a shepherd. So he asked a friend to look after

his flock and headed into Mecca. He sat down and started looking around. Soon after, he woke up to the warmth

of the morning sun on his face. He had fallen asleep. Some time later,

the same thing happened again. He went there, sat down,

wanted to watch what's around him, but ended up falling asleep once more. If he had joined that gathering, he might have witnessed

or been pulled into things that would later contradict

his role as a prophet. But Allah protected him. Also, unlike most people in his society, he never worshipped an idol

or showed any respect to them. He was approaching the age of 25. And by that time, he had become

well known for his honesty in trade. People of Mecca

spoke highly of his good character and gave him the nickname Muhammad Al-Amin,

meaning "Trustworthy Muhammad." Many people would confidently

entrust their valuables to him. Oh, Muhammad. Will you take care of my money

and my camel? Even after he declared his Prophethood, those who opposed him still didn't

take back what they had entrusted to him. Because they still trusted him. It was just what he preached

didn't serve their interests. Around that time, a large trade caravan

was about to leave for a long journey. It belonged to Khadija,

the daughter of Khuwaylid. Khadija was known throughout Mecca, not only for being

a very successful merchant but also for her chastity

and noble character. She had been married twice,

but both of her husbands had passed away. Because the Prophet (peace be upon him)

was highly praised among the merchants, she asked him to lead her caravan. There was no one else like him in Mecca. And the Prophet accepted her offer. Khadija sent her servant Maisarah

to accompany him. Both to assist him and to quietly observe

his behavior and manners and report back to her. From the moment they set out, Maisarah

carefully carried out that responsibility. Everything he saw in this young man

only increased his admiration. Throughout the journey, the Prophet (peace be upon him)

was extremely careful not to wrong anyone. He had an excellent character. He was honest, sincere,

and carried himself with dignity. He also paid great attention to cleanliness

during the journey. Something longed for

but rarely found in that society. The time had now come for Maisarah

to return and share with Khadija everything he had witnessed. I've never seen a man as great as him. Everywhere we went,

people trusted him without hesitation. When Maisarah told Khadija

about all the beautiful qualities of the Prophet (peace be upon him),

Khadija began to feel something for him. Until then,

she had never thought about marrying again. But now, she changed her mind. Normally, a marriage proposal

would come from the man. But her admiration for the Prophet

(peace be upon him) was so deep that she began thinking of sending

a proposal herself. However, there was an age difference. The Prophet was 25 and Khadija was 40. Would he accept it? What was she going to do? She had a close and loyal friend

named Nafisa bint Munya. Khadija decided to share

her feelings with her. What Nafisa had to do was clear. She would go to the Prophet and find out

if he had feelings for Khadija too. Khadija was known as Al-Tahira,

"the pure woman." She was one of the most respected

and wealthy women in all of Quraish. Many men from her tribe

had asked to marry her. But she turned them all down. In fact, one of the reasons Abu Jahl

would later hold such hatred for the Prophet (peace be upon him)

was that he too had been rejected by her. Of course, a woman known as Al-Tahira would never accept someone

with such a corrupt and arrogant heart. She had now found the best possible match. Nafisa went to the Prophet

(peace be upon him) and asked: Muhammad,

what is stopping you from getting married? He said,

"I don't have enough money to get married." What if that was taken care

of and you were offered wealth, beauty, dignity and a suitable match? Would you accept? The Prophet asked, "Who is she?" Khadija, daughter of Khuwaylid. He asked, "But how could that happen?" Leave that to me. And the Prophet (peace be upon him) said,

"In that case, I accept." Nafisa returned and shared

this conversation with Khadija. Her heart was filled with joy. What a blessing it was

to be chosen to marry a prophet. Soon after,

the two met and spoke about the matter. Khadija said to him: Go to my uncle Amr ibn Asad

and ask his permission to marry me. Abu Talib, who had always been like

a father to the Prophet (peace be upon him) once again stepped forward to support him. This time, to arrange his marriage. And on that joyful day, the blessed wedding took place

with a Mahr (dowry) of 20 camels. A beautiful and admired home

was being built in Mecca. Two hearts were deeply connected

and each day, their bond and love towards each other

only grew stronger. There was no other home in Mecca

as happy and exemplary as theirs. Over time,

Allah blessed this home with children. First came Qasim, then Zainab, followed by Ruqayyah,

Umm Kulthum, and Fatima. After receiving Prophethood,

Abdullah was born. But Qasim passed away at the age of two. And Abdullah at only three months old,

both due to illness. What an unbearable, indescribable pain

for any mother and father. And to go through it twice. They were experiencing

every emotion together. From the most beautiful moments

of happiness to the most heartbreaking moments of pain. But in every hardship,

they held on to one another. And through that, they found strength,

peace, and patience. He once said about her: "Allah never gave me anyone

better than her. When everyone denied me,

she believed in me. When people called me a liar,

she said I was telling the truth. When people held back their wealth,

she supported me with hers. And Allah blessed me with children

through her." Even the angel of revelation,

Jibril alayhi as-salam (peace be upon him), was moved by her devotion and sacrifice. He told the Prophet (peace be upon him): "When Khadija comes to you, give Salam

(peace/greetings) to her from her Lord and from me." That's the kind of woman Khadija

(may Allah be pleased with her) was. Let's return to our story. Up to this point, the life journey

of Prophet (peace be upon him) was shaped in three different regions. He spent his early childhood in the land

of Benu Saad where he was nursed, and there he experienced desert life. Later with his mother,

he visited his relatives in Medina and stayed with his uncles for a while. That was where he first truly

experienced life in a city. And now,

he had been living in Mecca for many years. In the very heart of chaos

known as Jahiliyyah (the Age of Ignorance), in its darkest form. Over the years, he had witnessed

countless acts of injustice and cruelty. At the age of 35,

he began to experience major changes. Both in his life

and in the state of his heart. These changes were signs

of a powerful new beginning. With the coming of Prophethood, everything in Mecca

would be shaken to its core. And nothing would ever be the same again. A little girl was in the middle

of the desert with her father. Far away from everyone. Lost in thought,

her father was digging a hole while she was trying to understand

why he was doing it. She had never received any love from him. But she was happy that day. Because for the first time ever,

they were doing something together. Just the two of them. At one point, she even tried to help

her father dig the hole. As it was getting deeper and deeper,

her curiosity was growing too. Were they going to play a game? How would it be? While wondering what was going to happen, she suddenly felt a push

and found herself inside the hole. It was her father who had pushed her. He then quickly began to throw dirt

over his daughter. The little girl, who didn't even know

why she was in that hole, was living a real nightmare. She was being buried alive

by the very person she expected the most love from. Her small, innocent struggles

and desperate cries could not move her father's

rotten conscience. She was going to die there. Just like that. And would become a reflection

of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the land she had lived in. This terrifying scene, one that is almost

impossible for us to even imagine, took place in the Arabian Peninsula during the time of Jahiliyyah

(the Age of Ignorance), before Islam. At that time, daughters were seen

as a source of shame and bad luck. Some fathers would say: One day, she'll get married

and give our inheritance to strangers. These twisted beliefs

would cost some girls their lives. Or in the best case, they would spend a lifetime

without ever feeling their father's love. But it didn't stop there. Even when a girl grew up and got married,

she was still considered worthless. If her husband died

and she was left with orphaned children, just any man could come

and claim ownership of their home. And this wasn't done as an act of kindness. That man would

take everything in the house. Money, property, even the family. On top of not giving them

their rightful share of the inheritance, they would treat them like servants. Their lives, dreams,

and futures were stolen. They were worth no more than toys. But the most heartbreaking part was that there was no one to stand up

for those orphaned children or their widowed mother. How could a father take the life

of his own newborn baby? And it wasn't only girls. Some people would kill their babies thinking that they would be

too hard to provide for. Just imagine being a mother in that time. You have waited patiently for your child. Maybe you had dreams. And now that baby is being taken

from your arms to be killed. By their own father. Their hearts were burning. But they were completely helpless. They could do nothing about it. After all,

did anyone even care what they felt? They had no value in the eyes of others. And it wasn't even limited to that. There were ongoing

blood feuds between tribes. If someone from a certain tribe was killed,

there was no law or justice to follow. Anyone from the rival tribe

would be in great danger. At any time, in any place,

they could be murdered without warning. An innocent child who had nothing to do

what was happening around him might end up losing his father. And grow up without him, filled with

hatred and the desire for revenge against the other tribe. And so the cycle of killing went on and on. With no one being able to stop it. There was no justice. Hearts had turned to stone. People had become slaves to their desires. Their only goal

was to get whatever they wanted. Drinking, gambling, lying,

stealing, adultery, oppression. Every form of immorality

ruled over the land. Although the sun was shining brightly, the spiritual atmosphere was drowning

in pitch black darkness. The darker it gets, the more clearly

we understand how brilliant the light is. And so the Quran would first

shine its light upon these people and pull them out of this darkness

of ignorance. The final link in the chain of Prophethood

would emerge in this very land. And address the entire world. Mecca also had a key advantage. It was strategically located

at the center of the Arabian Peninsula. Making it stand out from all other regions. Major trade fairs were held there. Drawing caravans and tribes

from every corner of Arabia. It was like the center of a vast network. Any message that began here could quickly

spread across the surrounding tribes. Within just five or six months,

it could even reach nearby empires. Nowhere else in the region

had this level of influence. Strange as it may seem, the Arabian Peninsula remained safe

from the threat of invasion by nearby kingdoms and empires. In every aspect, it was the ideal setting

for the arrival of the Final Prophet. And so Allah chose Mecca. The city where all roads crossed. As the place for His messenger

to come into this world. All these reasons aside,

there was another factor behind Mecca's popularity. Ancestors held great importance

for the Arabs. And this city represented the man

they considered their forefather, Ibrahim alayhi as-salam (Abraham). He was one of the prophets

who built the Kaaba. They had deep respect

for this House of Worship built by their ancestor. But if you were to ask them

what truly remained of Ibrahim alayhi as-salam in their lives,

the answer would be nothing. Only the sacred ritual known as Hajj,

the pilgrimage. And even that had been reduced

to a cultural tradition. One by one,

its deeper meanings were corrupted by the people of Jahiliyyah

(the Age of Ignorance). There were even people who would circle

the Kaaba without any clothes on. Some people would do it

clapping and dancing. They had become completely

disconnected from the spirit and meaning of this sacred place. Ibrahim alayhi as-salam was a Prophet who fought and stood firmly

against idol worship. But now, the Kaaba he built with his

own hands was surrounded by 360 idols. The most famous among them

were Lat, Manat, Uzza, and Hubal. Even though they believed in Allah,

what they accepted was only His name. All His other names,

attributes, His actions, His power over the entire universe

were all attributed to idols. But did everyone

in that city worship idols? Was Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)

one of them? Never. Even centuries

after Ibrahim alayhi as-salam, there were still a few people who held on to the Hanif (monotheist) faith

he had left behind. Rare individuals who believed only in Allah

and rejected all forms of idol worship. This faith was like a spiritual shield that

kept them from falling into misguidance during the time before Revelation. And the Messenger of Allah was one of them. He didn't like idol worship at all. But he didn't interfere

or try to stop others from doing it either. Actually, having this attitude in his past

was important. Because otherwise, when Islam came,

people might have said, "Muhammad,

we have known you since your youth. You were always trying to stop us." But they couldn't say that. Because he had never

gotten involved in their beliefs. However,

the moment his prophetic mission began, he would start warning them

with absolute clarity: Allah would guide one soul,

and that one enlightened soul would be enough to wake up

all the others who were asleep. Now, let us turn

to the beginning of that awakening. To the story of the 35-year-old

Messenger of Allah ﷺ. One day,

loud shouting broke out around the Kaaba. We have the right to place

the Black Stone on the Kaaba! Tribes like Banu Adi,

Banu Tamim, and Banu Umayya were all trying to prove

they were better than the rest. The argument got so heated that some

families started taking oaths to fight, even to kill one another. Threats were being thrown back and forth. But what was it that caused all this chaos? The issue was who would have the honor of

placing Hajar al-Aswad (The Black Stone). Let's go back a few days. Over the years,

the Kaaba had grown old and worn out. We should be ashamed. A sacred structure passed down

from our forefather Abraham, and this is what it's come to. The elders of Mecca came together

and agreed that something had to be done. Around that time, they heard about a ship

that had arrived at the port of Shu'aybah near Jeddah. It was carrying exactly

the kind of construction materials they had been looking for. So they decided to buy those materials

and rebuild the Kaaba from the ground up. To complete the project quickly,

they put together a shared fund and everyone contributed

whatever they could for the Kaaba. But even though

it was the Age of Ignorance, not a single coin earned through interest

was added to that fund. They were afraid of divine punishment. For such a sacred cause,

they didn't want to use any money that carried the pain

and tears of the poor. Finally,

the necessary funds were collected. And together, they rebuilt the Kaaba. There was only one thing left. The one thing

that would ignite all the tension. Placing Hajar al-Aswad

(The Black Stone) back in its position. Centuries ago, it had been placed there

by Prophet Ibrahim. And since then, it had remained untouched. And now, no tribe was willing to

give up this honor to the other. Each one insisted

that they were the most deserving and tried to prove their superiority. This honor belongs to us! No, this honor belongs to us! To the point where some even

swore to fight one another. You will not take this honor

unless you take my life! For four to five days,

no solutions could be found. It was disappointing to see something

that began with good intentions turn into such a serious dispute. Then the oldest among them

stood up and said: Oh Quraish,

since you cannot agree on this matter, let the first person who enters through

that gate of the Kaaba be your judge. Let him settle this matter for you. Everyone agreed to the idea

and began to wait in silence. Who would walk through that gate? After some time, finally,

someone appeared at the entrance. The moment they saw him,

they felt a huge relief. It's Al-Amin. It's Muhammad. Whatever he decides, we will accept it. The man who walked in was

the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him). They all trusted him and were certain that he would make a decision

that would please everyone. Then, they explained the situation to him. A serious disagreement divides us,

and we are lost as to what to do. We seek your guidance to resolve

this matter before it consumes us. With faces full of excitement

and curiosity, they waited for his decision. So, how would he solve the problem? He said, "Bring me a cloth." They had no idea

what he was planning to do. First, he put Hajar al-Aswad

(The Black Stone) in the middle of it. Then, from each tribe, he asked for one representative to

come forward and hold a part of the cloth. Together,

they carried the stone towards the Kaaba. And finally,

the Prophet (peace be upon him) took Hajar al-Aswad and put it back

in its place with his own hands. In this way, the conflict that had lasted

for days was brought to an end. And a possible bloodshed

was completely avoided. This event made people respect and admire

the Messenger of Allah ﷺ even more. Once again,

everyone saw how trustworthy he was. We had already talked about this quality

in earlier parts of his life. Whenever someone said

Al-Amin (the trustworthy), people knew exactly who they meant. It could only be

the Prophet (peace be upon him). Throughout his life, this trait was seen

in every part of his character. Trusted in business, trusted in family,

trusted when he gave his word, and trusted by everyone, young or old. This quality left an unforgettable mark

on people's hearts. In fact, granting him this trait

was part of Allah's greater plan. Because when the time came

to give him Prophethood, people wouldn't be able to accuse him

of lying. And even if they tried, such a claim

would sound completely baseless. As the people's trust in the Messenger

of Allah ﷺ continued to grow in Mecca, something inside him began to change. Day by day, he began to love being alone. So, he started to distance himself

from people. The Kaaba, once shaped by the pure

monotheism of Ibrahim alayhi as-salam, was now surrounded by idols. All kinds of immorality,

injustice, cruelty, and inhuman behavior

were taking over the city. His inner world was coming

more and more into conflict with the things going on in Mecca. He couldn't bear it anymore. So he made a life-changing decision. To some extent,

he would withdraw from society and start going to Mount Nur regularly. But what would he do there? He would look for silence. His soul was suffocating. Solitude was made beloved to him. He wanted to be alone. With the universe

and with his own thoughts. He would worship his Lord, pray to Him,

and quietly reflect on the universe. And the most suitable place

for all of this was the Cave of Hira. Allah was preparing him

for the Revelation to come. For the Light that

would finally be sent down. The 621-meter path to the top

of Mount Nur was steep and hard. It challenged his strength. But even that couldn't stop him

from climbing. The thing that made this journey

much easier for him was the love and support

of his beloved wife Khadija. She never judged him. She always stood by his side. This quiet journey continued

until he reached the age of 40. And that cave became his closest companion. Meanwhile, the universe was waiting. It had been waiting for years. For a Light that would

pierce through all darkness. On the Earth, in the sky,

and in every tiny particle, there were hidden meanings. But people were unaware. Every creation

was like a letter written by Allah. But only a few people

knew how to read them. For a long time, there had been

no Revelation to explain those letters. They were longing for a soul

who could read their message. It had become unbearable. And then, that unique night came. The year was 610. It was a Monday in the month of Ramadan. And the night? Laylatul Qadr, the Night of Power. The night when all darkness

would finally be removed. The Prophet (peace be upon him)

was 40 years old. He was in the Cave of Hira,

spending his time in deep reflection, prayer, and worship.

A deep silence covered everything. The night was completely dark except for the moonlight

shining like a lamp. He had no idea what was about to happen. And then,

the moment of that great meeting arrived. Suddenly, a light filled the cave. It was so bright that it dazzled the eyes. Then, from within that light,

a figure appeared. It was the Angel of Revelation,

Jibril alayhi as-salam (Gabriel). He had taken the form of a man

and had come with a command from Allah. For the one who would be the Final Prophet. The Prophet (peace be upon him),

filled with amazement, tried to make sense of what was happening. Then came the first command. The first good news. Jibril said, "Read." The Prophet replied,

"I am not someone who can read." The Angel embraced him

and squeezed him tightly. Then he let go and said again, "Read." But the Prophet (peace be upon him)

gave the same answer. Jibril squeezed him again and repeated,

"Read." But there was nothing written in his hand. The Prophet ﷺ once more

replied that he could not read. Then Jibril embraced him a third time. So tightly that the Prophet ﷺ felt

he had no strength left. And at that moment, completely helpless,

he said, "What should I read?" Then Jibril alayhi as-salam

began to recite: Iqra bismi rabbika alladhi khalaq. (Read

in the name of your Lord who created.) Khalaqal insana min alaq.

(He created man from a clinging clot.) Iqra wa rabbukal akram.

(Read, and your Lord is the Most Generous.) Alladhi 'allama bil qalam.

(Who taught by the pen.) Allamal insana ma lam ya'lam.

(Taught man what he did not know.) The only sound that filled the cave

was the voice of Revelation. "Read in the name of your Lord who created. He created man from a clinging clot. Read, and your Lord is the Most Generous. Who taught by the pen,

taught man what he did not know." These were the first verses of Revelation that came to our Prophet

(peace and blessings be upon him). He was not someone who could read or write. But from that moment on,

he would show the entire world what it truly meant to read. With the Quran in his heart, he would become the interpreter

of the Book of the Universe. From every created work of art, he would reveal the signature

of the Artist, Allah. It would now be understood

that the beauty of a flower was in fact a reflection of one of Allah's

names, Al-Jamil, "The Most Beautiful." The compassion of a mother would be known as a reflection

of His name Ar-Rahman, "The Most Merciful." When the food that a mother eats turns

into clean, nourishing milk for her baby, it would reflect the name Ar-Razzaq,

"The Provider." Without knowing anything about humans,

the bee was flying from flower to flower and produced honey that became

a means of healing for their bodies. This would now be seen as a manifestation

of the name Ash-Shafi, "The Healer." People believed

that the universe was purposeless, full of coincidences and randomness. They saw the world

as a place of sorrow and loss, and thought that the dead

were gone forever, never to return. But now, that darkness of ignorance

would slowly begin to fade away. The secrets of the universe

would begin to be understood. Its locked doors

would be opened one by one. He was now the Messenger of Allah. Muhammad. Peace and blessings be upon him. Try to imagine that moment. He was terrified. He didn't know what to do. All he wanted was to get back home

as fast as he could. He stepped outside of Hira. His heart pounding with fear. He rushed down the mountain, heading

straight to the only place that felt safe. To Khadija. She was the only one

who could truly understand him. He needed her comforting words. He needed her loving heart. He finally made it home. He was drenched in sweat

and could barely speak. There was only one sentence on his lips. Cover me. Cover me. So what did our mother Khadija do? She did exactly what he asked. She didn't do anything that could

upset the Messenger of Allah. She helped him lie down, covered him up,

and stayed right by his side. Then the Prophet began to tell her

what had happened. "I'm afraid, Oh Khadija," he said. "I'm afraid something

bad might happen to me." Our mother didn't respond with panic. She didn't increase his anxiety. Her words were exactly

what his heart needed. Never.

By Allah, Allah will never cause you harm. This was enough to calm everything down.

Then she went on. You keep good relations with your family. You help the poor and the weak. Treat your guests generously, and you help those

who are going through hardship. Each word she said brought him

more and more peace. That's why the safest shelter

he could ever turn to was Khadija. So, what was going to happen next? It was left to Khadija

to ask questions and find answers. She took our Prophet (peace be upon him)

to her cousin Waraka. But who was Waraka? Waraka ibn Nawfal was a religious scholar. He had knowledge about earlier revelations. He knew about Christianity, Judaism,

and the concept of Prophethood. He was a Christian man over 80 years old. He might be able to help them. Finally, they arrived at Waraka's home. They began to tell him what had happened. Waraka was getting excited. As he listened,

his amazement grew more and more. It was as if he was getting younger

before their eyes. He loudly said, "Quddus, Quddus,"

repeating one of the names of Allah. After hearing the whole story,

he began to speak. The angel you saw

is Ruh al-Qudus (The Holy Spirit), the one Allah sent to Prophet Musa (Moses). He is Namus al-Akbar

(The Great Law/Gabriel). And you are the Prophet of this nation. He continued, but this time,

what he was about to say would shake the Messenger of Allah ﷺ. Oh, how I wish I could be young and alive when your people

drive you out of your land. In shock, the Prophet ﷺ asked him,

"My people will expel me?" He was stunned. Because until he turned 40, he had never had a single enemy

or conflict. Everyone knew him and trusted him. Waraka said, "No one has ever

brought a message like yours without being opposed by his own people. And if I live to see that day,

I will do my best to support you." That night passed like this. After all the conversations,

they returned home. The next day, Jibril (Gabriel) appeared

once again beside the Messenger of Allah ﷺ. And took him to a valley

outside Mecca known as Abu Dub. There, he struck the ground with his heel,

and clear water started to flow. And then taught him

how to make Wudu (ablution). After that,

he showed him how to make Salah (prayer). And in that valley,

the Messenger of Allah ﷺ prayed two Rak'ahs (units of prayer)

for the very first time. On the first day, the greatest truth

in the universe had been taught: Faith - Iman. And on the next day, the second

greatest truth was taught: Salah (prayer). Yes, Salah would then become a pillar

of support for the Messenger of Allah. A spiritual shield against the difficulties

he was going to face. Now that prayer had become

part of his life, he would carry the heavy burden

of Prophethood with greater strength. When he returned home, the first person

he shared the command to pray with was our mother Khadija. The Prophet led the prayer, and our mother

Khadija prayed behind him in congregation. She wouldn't let anyone else

take that first place. Then their children joined them. Together they stood in prayer

for their one and only Lord, bowing and prostrating to Him. They were nourishing their hearts

and giving life to their souls. They were thanking Allah for the countless

blessings He had given them. Once again, it was clear that

this was the most beautiful and peaceful home in all of Mecca. While those prayers were being performed, a child was quietly

watching them from behind. He was just 10 years old. And his name was Ali. He was the son of Abu Talib,

the uncle of the Prophet ﷺ. What he saw felt unfamiliar,

but also deeply moving. After the prayer ended, he approached

the Messenger of Allah ﷺ and asked, "What is this?" Then the Prophet (peace be upon him)

invited him to Islam. Ali did not accept the message right away. He wanted to speak to his father first. But after thinking it over, he said, "When Allah created me,

He did not ask Abu Talib. So why should I ask him

about worshipping Allah?" And with that, he returned

to the Prophet ﷺ and declared his faith. In this way, Ali became

the first child to embrace Islam. In the early days, the Messenger of Allah ﷺ

did not openly declare his Prophethood. He didn't invite everyone. Only a few people. He kept it secret. But somehow,

the news spread by word of mouth and reached the leaders of Quraish. The time had come for the people

of Illiyyun (the highest of the high) to be separated from the people of

Asfala Safilin (the lowest of the low). In other words, the highest of the high

from the lowest of the low. The potential and the true nature

of the hearts of Abu Bakr and Abu Lahab would soon become clear. At that time, Abu Bakr had just returned

from a trade journey in Yemen. He was one of the most respected men

in Quraish. A successful merchant

and one of the Hanifs (monotheists). He had been a close friend of the

Messenger of Allah ﷺ for many years, and was only two years younger than him. Abu Jahl and some of the leaders

of Quraish came to visit him. Abu Bakr asked: What happened in Mecca while I was away? Is there any important news? There is a big matter. The orphan of Abu Talib, Muhammad ﷺ,

has claimed to be a Prophet. We thought it would be best

to wait until you returned from Yemen. Now, go to your friend

and do what must be done. They thought he would convince

the Prophet ﷺ to abandon his mission. But Abu Bakr had something

entirely different in his heart. Recently,

he had entered a different state of mind. And what he heard

confirmed what he had been thinking. He now fully understood

what the dream interpreters had told him. According to his dream,

a prophet would emerge in Mecca. And he would follow him. Now, everything fell into place. He thought about what the leaders

of Quraish said. He had known the Messenger of Allah ﷺ

for many years. They were close friends. He trusted him completely,

and he was certain that he would never lie. Not a single untruthful word

had ever come from his mouth. Above all, he knew very well that he

could never, ever lie in the name of Allah. He had a deep fear of Him in his heart. He also had a sound mind. And he would never do anything unwise,

meaningless, or harmful. Abu Bakr didn't show his feelings

to his visitors. But he was excited. As soon as they left,

he rushed to the Prophet's ﷺ house. He was very curious

to find out what was happening. Oh Abu'l Qasim (Father of Qasim),

is it true that you claim to be a prophet? That you've separated yourself

from your people and have condemned and denied

the religion of your ancestors? The Prophet (peace be upon him) knew that his loyal friend would never turn away

from the truth. So he invited him to Islam. Years later, the Prophet ﷺ would describe

that moment with these words: "Everyone I invited to faith

had some hesitation at first. But Abu Bakr believed

with no hesitation at all." Abu Bakr believed from the very beginning and was among the first people

to embrace Islam. And for the rest of his life,

he would never leave the Prophet ﷺ alone or abandon this cause. Abu Bakr's acceptance of Islam

had a very strong impact. The number of Muslims

began to grow day by day. Because he couldn't sit still. From the very next day, he started

telling his trusted friends about Islam. Some of the names now written

in gold letters in Islamic history would embrace Islam

through Abu Bakr's efforts. Uthman ibn Affan, Talha ibn Ubaydullah,

Zubayr ibn Awwam, Abdur Rahman ibn Awf, Sa'd ibn Abi Waqqas, Uthman ibn Maz'un. And many other famous companions

would come to faith through him. At the same time, the women would also

begin their efforts to spread Islam. The Prophet's wife Khadija, his daughters

Zainab, Ruqayyah, Umm Kulthum, and Fatima, his uncle Abbas's wife Umm Fadl,

Umar's sister Fatima, and Abu Bakr's daughter Asma. Each of them would dedicate themselves

to the truth that awakened their souls. Women would be thinking about

how they could share this remedy of faith with other women, and men with other men. They had found the cure for all

the wounds in their souls: Faith, Iman. How could they stay still? They couldn't be selfish. There were countless people around them

who needed this but didn't even realize it yet. This light had to reach

each and every one of them. But what they were stepping into

was not as simple as it seemed. It meant going up

against the entire city of Mecca. And the price would not be cheap at all. Accepting this faith

would take a lot of courage. With all their horrible customs, the leaders of Jahiliyyah

would not like this change at all, and would strongly oppose it. Tough and painful days

were waiting for the Muslims. The time had come to show who had a soul

like diamond and who had a soul like coal. I only want you to deny Muhammad ﷺ

and worship this idol. This is what happens

to those who obey Muhammad ﷺ. Take this as a warning! In the next episode, you will see how

difficult trials Muslims had to go through and how Islam did not come easily

to where it is today. The life story of our Prophet

(peace be upon him) was the turning point of human history. And even today, it continues to inspire

fresh beginnings for anyone who listens with an open heart

and reflects on its lessons. Inshallah (God willing),

when you finish this 15-episode series, you will see a clear difference

between the person you were before and the person you became after it. You will rediscover yourself. And don't forget to share this video

with your friends. Every time they watch it, Inshallah,

you will have a share in the reward too. See you in the next episode.