It was in the year 570 AD that I was born in the city of Mecca located in Saudi Arabia. The importance of Mecca to Muslims is inestimable. Non-muslims are not allowed to enter this sacred area.
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At the age of five, I was reunited with my mother who took me to meet my extended family and introduced me to the city. We visited for a month, and sadly on the way back my mother took ill and passed away. Hilimah continued on the return home with me and placed me in the protection of my biological grandfather, Abdul Al-Muttallb. My grandfather was a respected leader of the pilgrimage center in Mecca, and under his care I learned a lot about the rudiments of statecraft. When I turned eight, my grandpa passed away and I was then put into the care of my uncle, Abu Talib.
Abu Talib was a leader of the tribe Quraish, and he worked as a merchant. As I got a little older I began to travel with him, I even went as far as Syria. I enjoyed traveling along with him because I met many people who seemed to recognize me as an honest, trustworthy, and reliable young man. It was nice to know that they thought so highly of me, and it allowed me to begin earning a small wage working alongside my uncle. I began to make a career out of managing caravans for merchants.
Now I am 20 years old, and I enjoy looking back on the past and my childhood. Although some may say my childhood was rough, I believe it has shaped me as a person. I now find peace when I retreat to Mount Hira to seclude from the world, and simply pray and meditate. I am excited to tell you about my life throughout this blog.
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