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After we returned to Madinah, I fell seriously ill for a month. People were propagating the forged statements of the slanderers while I was completely unaware of it, but I did feel that during this particular illness, I was not receiving the same kindness from the Prophet (SM) as I used to receive from him when I had been ill before. This time, Allah’s Messenger (SM) would only come, greet me and say: How is that (lady)? and then leave. That aroused my suspicion, but I did not discover the evil (slander) till I went out after my convalescence, accompanied by Umm Mistah to the place where we used to answer the call of nature, because we would only go at night to do this. This was before we had latrines in our houses. This habit of ours was in conformity with the habit of the ancient Arabs living in the deserts,3 for it would be troublesome for us to have our latrines near our houses.
So I went with Umm Mistah, who was the daughter of Abu Ruhm ibn al-Muttalib ibn 'Abd Manaf, whose mother was the daughter of Sakhr ibn ‘Amir and the aunt of Abu Bakr as-Siddeeq and whose son was Mistah ibn Uthathah ibn ‘Abbas ibn al-Muttalib. Umm Mistah and I returned to my house after we finished answering the call of nature. Umm Mistah stumbled when her foot got entangled in her cloak, so she muttered: Let Mistah be ruined! I said: What a hard word you have said! How could you abuse a man who took part in the battle of Badr? On that she said: O you hantdhl4 Didn’t you hear what he said? I asked: What did he say?
Then she told me about the slander that was being spread by a group of people. This aggravated my ailment, and when I reached my home, the Messenger of Allah (SWT) came to me, and after greeting me, said: How is that (lady)? I said: Will you allow me to go to my parents’ house? I wanted to confirm the news from them. The Messenger of Allah (SWT) gave me his permission, so I went to my parents and asked my mother: Mother, what are people talking about? She said: O my daughter! Don’t worry, for scarcely is there a charming woman who is loved by her husband and whose husband has other wives besides herself that (these women) would find fault with her. I said, Glory be to Allah! Are the people really talking in this way? I wept through that entire night, and when dawn broke, I could neither stop weeping nor could I sleep. That whole morning, I kept on weeping.
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