I've been telling my 3 and 4 year old the story of Mus'ab ibn Umair recently and they love it subhanaAllah.
And to make things relevant, they've started incorporating him in their everyday jargon!
Shafshouf's last couple of comments:
today: Me: "Shifaa, go get your brush so I can brush your hair. You need to look neat before you go out to Juma'ah (and always!)."
Shifaa: "But Sayyidna Mus'ab didn't comb his hair..."
Me: ?@#($&$&%^ "Yes he did."
Shifaa: "What color was his comb?"
and yes, i did answer that. i told her it was probably brown or beige, the color of wood or rock or bone (which i didnt mention), b/c that's what they used to make combs out of back then.
And the other day while I was telling them his story (for the nth time), I mentioned the part where his mother would imprison him in his room, and tie him down so he wouldn't be able to go out and associate with the Prophet (as) and the Muslims. Shifaa's processing of this info? "She put him in time-out."
Uh-oh! Is that what she feels like when she's in time-out?! lol.
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