The prophet was lost in meditation
in the Hira cave as was his wont.
An orphaned ant that had climbed up
Jabal al Nour, the mountain of light, waited
for the Prophet to take note of him.
The Prophet ended his meditation,
opened his eyes brimming with mercy
and asked the ant: ‘Are you a messenger
of good news or bad?’
The ant said, ‘I am just a messenger,
like all created beings. I too
am an orphan, like you. I roamed around
and finally managed to climb up.’
‘I felt as much when you came alone,
and not in a colony as you usually do’,
the Prophet said and offered his tiny guest
some crystals of rock from the mountain.
They had turned into sugar.
‘It tastes sweet,’ the ant
‘Whatever is given with compassion
tastes sweet. I learnt this from
my foster -parents much before
Jibreel’, said the Prophet.
The angel, so far listening
to this exchange unseen
now intervened with a smile:
‘It is life that gives the best of examples;
Only, men do not listen.
That is why God has to send Prophets
to earth, to remind them.’
‘Even an ant has things to teach men:
unity, industry, humility.
It bites men only when scared.
Dear Muhammad, you will have to
flee Mecca for Medina. Even then
this faithful ant will accompany you.’
The Prophet and the ant began to meditate
and saw the same light fall on them.
‘The sun of Arabia’, said the ant.
‘The sun of the Earth’, the Prophet
offered a correction.
‘The sun of the living and the non-living’,
the mountain responded
through its mouth, the cave.
(Translated from Malayalam by the poet)