It was in the year 622 that my followers and I left Mecca and traveled to Yathrib where our new and better lives would hopefully begin. Yathrib was an oasis town where my father was buried, so it already held a lot of meaning for me. It was difficult to escape Mecca because the leaders had realized my people and I were planning to leave, so they were trying to prevent it in any way possible. Thankfully, their plans failed and my great friend Abu Bakr and I made a narrow escape north out of the city and arrived safely in Yathrib. The event of our arrival in Yathrib is now a celebration by muslims called
Hijara. Also, the day we arrived was the start to the muslim calendar.
The leaders in the city of Yathrib were suffering through a vicious civil war, and that is why they had invited me to act as a sort of mediator. As time passed, things began to become better in the city and it was renamed as Medina, "the city of the Prophet." I was eager to prove myself as an able politician and statesman as well as a prophet. I had high hopes for Medina and the people there, I was also excited to share the message.
I remained in Medina for the next six years, and I continued to try and meet the goals I created from the beginning. Thankfully things worked out and we built the first Muslim community and gradually began gathering more and more people to my side. Being a messenger for God was important for me, and I was excited that other people were starting to hear the words of God.
Sadly, my hometown, Mecca, was not taking my success in Medina lightly. I guess they weren't finished coming after me since the emigration. Things started to go slightly downhill in the year of 624 when some of the people of Medina accepted the challenge against Mecca, and battles began to occur.
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