The sand stung my face as the wind picked up, but I didn’t care. My heart was racing too fast to notice the sting. I gripped my sword tighter, even though it shook in my hand. I was no warrior. I was just a water-carrier from Medina. You won’t find my name in any surah, but I was there when it happened—when Allah gave us victory at Badr.
I still remember how scared I was that morning outside the wells of Badr. We were just over 300 men, while the Quraysh—the powerful tribe from Mecca—had brought more than 1,000. They had armor, horses, and weapons. We had the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ, our faith in Allah, and trembling hearts.
I stayed close to the Prophet’s tent, helping the others bring water and care for the camels. But I watched him that whole morning. His face was calm, his hands raised in dua—supplication. He asked Allah for help with such longing, I couldn’t look away. Tears fell down his beard. I heard him say, “O Allah, if this small group perishes today, there will be none left to worship You.”
That’s when something changed inside me.
If the Prophet himself—peace be upon him—was putting all his hope in Allah, how could I not do the same?
Later, the Prophet ﷺ smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your fear melt away. He told us good news: that Allah had promised victory and had sent angels to help us. Angels! I didn’t understand how that would happen, but I believed it—because he did.
When the battle began, I froze. Then I saw one of the enemies racing forward—and suddenly, he fell before anyone touched him. Others fell too, their eyes wide with fear. One of the older companions shouted, “By Allah, I saw men dressed in white striking them!” I looked around. I saw no one, but in my heart, I knew the angels were there.
We fought, but it was unlike any fight I had heard about before. It was as if the blows fell too perfectly, as if unseen hands were guiding us. The Quraysh began to retreat.
I was still breathing hard when someone yelled, “They’re running!” Victory was ours. Against all odds, with barely any weapons, we had defeated the strong army of Quraysh.
I dropped to my knees. Not from exhaustion—but from the weight of what I had just witnessed. Allah had sent help, just as He promised in the Qur’an:
“And Allah had already given you victory at Badr when you were weak. So fear Allah; perhaps you will be grateful.” (Qur’an 3:123)
From that day on, I never doubted again. Not when we had little, not when things seemed impossible. I saw with my own eyes that Allah helps those who trust Him.
And even now, when I’m old and my hands tremble for other reasons, I remember Badr—and I whisper, “Victory belongs to Allah.”
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Story Note: Inspired by the Qur’an (Surah Al-Imran 3:123–125) and authentic narrations from the Seerah (biography) of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ about the Battle of Badr.
The sand stung my face as the wind picked up, but I didn’t care. My heart was racing too fast to notice the sting. I gripped my sword tighter, even though it shook in my hand. I was no warrior. I was just a water-carrier from Medina. You won’t find my name in any surah, but I was there when it happened—when Allah gave us victory at Badr.
I still remember how scared I was that morning outside the wells of Badr. We were just over 300 men, while the Quraysh—the powerful tribe from Mecca—had brought more than 1,000. They had armor, horses, and weapons. We had the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ, our faith in Allah, and trembling hearts.
I stayed close to the Prophet’s tent, helping the others bring water and care for the camels. But I watched him that whole morning. His face was calm, his hands raised in dua—supplication. He asked Allah for help with such longing, I couldn’t look away. Tears fell down his beard. I heard him say, “O Allah, if this small group perishes today, there will be none left to worship You.”
That’s when something changed inside me.
If the Prophet himself—peace be upon him—was putting all his hope in Allah, how could I not do the same?
Later, the Prophet ﷺ smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your fear melt away. He told us good news: that Allah had promised victory and had sent angels to help us. Angels! I didn’t understand how that would happen, but I believed it—because he did.
When the battle began, I froze. Then I saw one of the enemies racing forward—and suddenly, he fell before anyone touched him. Others fell too, their eyes wide with fear. One of the older companions shouted, “By Allah, I saw men dressed in white striking them!” I looked around. I saw no one, but in my heart, I knew the angels were there.
We fought, but it was unlike any fight I had heard about before. It was as if the blows fell too perfectly, as if unseen hands were guiding us. The Quraysh began to retreat.
I was still breathing hard when someone yelled, “They’re running!” Victory was ours. Against all odds, with barely any weapons, we had defeated the strong army of Quraysh.
I dropped to my knees. Not from exhaustion—but from the weight of what I had just witnessed. Allah had sent help, just as He promised in the Qur’an:
“And Allah had already given you victory at Badr when you were weak. So fear Allah; perhaps you will be grateful.” (Qur’an 3:123)
From that day on, I never doubted again. Not when we had little, not when things seemed impossible. I saw with my own eyes that Allah helps those who trust Him.
And even now, when I’m old and my hands tremble for other reasons, I remember Badr—and I whisper, “Victory belongs to Allah.”
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Story Note: Inspired by the Qur’an (Surah Al-Imran 3:123–125) and authentic narrations from the Seerah (biography) of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ about the Battle of Badr.
