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vnwas stranger still is that when he
went to tell the baby's mother, he
found that she too had had the very
same dream. And so they named
the child, Muhammad, the Praised
One.
Baby Muhammads father had
passed away. His name was
‘Abdullah, and he would have been
so very proud of his beautiful little
child. Oh, how beautiful a child
Muhammad was, with eyes as deep
and starry as the desert nights and
shiny curly hair, like rolling crystal
waves on a dark sea. And he had
the most rosy red cheeks and the
most handsome round face. It
looked like the full moon on a clear
desert night. Ahh, this was a very
special child.
It was the custom in those days for
the women of the city to send their
young children into the desert vil-
lages where the air was fresh and