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The blessed scent of the bodies of the Prophets
As years pass by, time takes its toll and it is only natural that one’s beauty fades. But in the final days of the Prophet ﷺ when one day while Sayyidina Abu Bakr � led
the prayers, the last Prophet ﷺ of Allah emerged from his hujra (room).
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Completely stupefied by his radiant beauty the companions wondered if they were
seeing a page from the Glorious Qur’an. So overwhelming were their emotions that
they might have relinquished their lives at the feet of the Holy Prophet ﷺ. But the
paragon of grace and beauty signalled them to pull themselves together.
ہے نمتحاایہی ںہاکئےور کو سرکئےور
راقر بے ہے لد کو ےسجد ربہا نو ہو نظر پیش Beholding the beauty of the new spring, the heart is intent to bow,
The test though, is to stop the head, from a bend you should disallow.
His forehead, broad and wide, was luminous at night. His large and sparkling eyes
had a hint of reddish streaks. The white of the eyes was very clear and glistening,
and the black, glittering intense black. Additionally, he appeared to be wearing kohl
about his eyes. His eyelashes were long, thick and curly, and canopied the eyes
below. The eyebrows were arched neatly. From a distance they appeared to be
meeting together, but a blood vessel separated them; it would engorge with blood
to become prominent at times when the Prophet ﷺ was displeased.
His flowing locks: cirrus clouds pouring mercy
His joining eyebrows: the two Qiblas uniting you’d see
His blessed cheeks were perfectly smooth and long, without being high at the balls.
The nose had a slight aquiline touch with the top being high, its middle curved and
the nostrils were narrow. His mouth was wide and lips thin and pink. His teeth were
well set with a slight space between the incisors – which twinkled when he talked or
In your glowing smile the lost needle is found,
Dark night to sunny day, your radiance turns around.
His inspirationally hallowed beard was thick with a few grey streaks. His sacred head
was large and he wore his hair long, reaching anywhere from ear lobes to shoulders.
The wavy locks parted neatly in the middle when he shook his blessed head.
Beholding locks jet-black around face glowing and beaming,
Eyes riveted on beauty and splendour of bright morning.
His sanctified neck, with a hue of silver-red, reminded of the perfect art of a
seasoned sculptor. His chest was broad and devoid of hairs with only a fine sharp
streak running in the midline from the upper chest down to the navel. He had a flat
stomach, not protruding beyond the chest. His joints were robust and limbs long
and muscular. On the front and back of the arms and shoulders he had some hairs,
which served to enhance the grace of his manliness. His wrists were sturdy, hands
soft and fleshy with broad palms and tapering fingers. The parts of his blessed body,
which were exposed to the sun, were endowed with even more beauty than those
that were covered. His complexion was wheatish; those who looked at him
wondered if he was moulded in rosy silver.
He walked with calmness, the pace reflecting strength, as if he was treading downhill
on a slope – the ground appeared to be embracing his steps.
