The mercy bestowed upon him, may God's prayers and peace be upon him. His father died before he was born, and his mother took care of him. When he became a child, his mother left the world. Then the bitterness of his orphanhood increased with the departure of his grandfather Abdul Muttalib when he was a young boy. Death took his loved ones. It pained him with them, and left him with memories and tears. He toiled and struggled.. He tended sheep, bought and sold, and dealt with people until he earned the title of Trustee. He did not drink alcohol, touch an idol, or know adultery, so he was a dream of virgins, but they were surprised by the good forty years... Khadija won his heart, so God blessed them with four daughters like flowers, and when he approached forty, he continued the journey of contemplation and the great questions surrounding him: he left without living in a palace, or wearing clothes. Gold or silk, or he could spend the night with a dinar or a dirham in his balance... He died, leaving no slave or female slave behind, but he left his armor mortgaged to a Jewish merchant from his people in exchange for a quantity of barley as food for his family. As for his people, he left them as they were the cleanest, most organized and most cultured people... he left. After he introduced the pen and the book to every home, he made them the first people to possess the book in homes... the Book of God that educates them ideologically, mentally, spiritually, psychologically, educationally, socially, health-wise, politically, economically, militarily and judicially... He, peace and blessings be upon him, passed away, but he is still a sun that does not know the setting: monotheism, morals, justice and mercy. For the worlds. Obeikan Publishing