I know a man who was born without his father. Someone who saw his mother pass away at 6. A person who lost his grandfather when he was just 8. A man who lost all his male children when they were still young. A person who buried his wife with his own hands. A individual who was driven out by his people but still forgave them. A man who was stoned out of a city but still prayed for them. A man who pardoned those who starved his companions, mocked his family, waged war against him for over a decade, and never sought revenge for himself.
His name is Sayyiduna Muhammad. ﷺ
* *Two incidents about the loss of a pencil!* *The first case of the missing pencil:* One robber says: Once, when I was in 4th class, I lost my pencil. When I came home I told my mother about it, as a punishment she hit me and scolded me. She called me stupid, irresponsible and much more. As a result of my mother's harsh behaviour, I made up my mind that I would not go to my mother empty-handed, so I decided to steal the pencils of my classmates. The next day, I made a plan and I didn't stop stealing one or two pencils but stole the pencils of all my class fellows. At first, I used to be afraid, but with time I got confident and more fearless. After doing so for a month, I lost the thrill. Then, I decided to go to the next class. I went from one class to another, and finally I went to the school principal's room. It was a year of practical experience in which I learned to steal both theoretically and practically and then I became a professional bandit. *The second case o...