Thaniyat al-Wada‘

Learning photography has made me realize the art of seeing—how to learn and weave moments together visually.

As I capture this breathtaking view near the heart of Victoria, a thought gently crosses my mind: Thaniyat al-Wada‘.

Just imagine standing there, placing yourself in his beloved shoes. As he enters the city of the Ansar, the whole town erupts in joy. Every man, woman, and child emerges from their homes, their hearts overflowing with love, just to witness and greet our beloved Muhammad (PBUH).

One of the first lyrics sung in his honor echoes through time:
“Tala‘a al-Badru ‘Alayna” ~ The full moon has risen upon us.

His beauty was often compared to the moon—yet no celestial body, no light in the heavens, could rival the radiance of his blessed face. No matter the hour, his presence alone commanded awe. It left hearts trembling, for how could mere eyes be worthy of witnessing his divine aura?

“Min thaniyyatil-wada‘” ~ Here, the people stand in the Valley of Thaniyat al-Wada‘.
What an honor it is—not just for them, but for the very earth beneath his feet. Scholars narrate that the ground itself seemed to fold with every step he took, as if the universe bowed in reverence.

“Wajaba ash-shukru ‘alayna” ~ Gratitude has become an obligation upon us.
At some point, even the finest words fail to express the magnitude of gratitude for the arrival of our blessed Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). His character was majestic, beyond measure. This moment was not merely a celebration—it was a revelation. A moment for the people to look up in awe and whisper Alhamdulillah.

For indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed, to Him we shall return.