When Uhud’s dust rose thick and high,
And arrows pierced the burning sky,
The men who vowed to guard the Light
Faltered, fled, withdrew from fight -
Leaving Muhammad ﷺ bare and bruised,
His life a thread, by fate abused.
But Nusaybah, Umm ʿAmmārah, came,
With heart aflame and fearless name.
She dropped her water, took her sword,
Her shield a sign, her faith the Lord.
No fear could bind her warrior soul,
No pain would make her lose control.
“By Allah, I will stand and fight -
Defend the Prophet through this night.”
Wounds rained down like storm and hail,
Yet steadfast still, she would not fail.
Her courage carved from deepest trust,
Her faith a fire, fierce and just.
While some fled shadows of their doubt,
She held the line, refused to bow out.
A woman’s strength, a steadfast flame,
Protecting Muhammad’s sacred name.
In her, the courage of the purest heart,
Faith and valour, never torn apart.