The Weeping Date-Palm Trunk: When Even a Piece of Wood Couldn’t Bear to Be Separated from Muhammad ﷺ
The night the Prophet ﷺ left his old wooden minbar, and the entire masjid heard a sound like a camel giving birth in pain

Medina, 7 AH.
It was Friday, and Masjid an-Nabawi was overflowing. People stood shoulder to shoulder, hearts beating in anticipation of the khutbah.
For years, the Prophet ﷺ had delivered the Friday sermon leaning against a simple, rough date-palm trunk. That unpolished pillar had become sacred. Every week it felt the warmth of his blessed shoulder pressing gently against it. It was the first to hear new verses of the Qur’an as they descended. It carried, without complaint, the weight of the greatest human being who ever walked the earth. To the Companions, that trunk was more than wood; it was a silent witness to revelation itself.
But the ummah had grown beyond measure. The masjid could no longer contain everyone. One of the Sahaba respectfully suggested,
“Ya RasulAllah, let us build you a proper minbar with steps so that everyone, even those at the back, can see you and hear you clearly.”
The Messenger of Allah ﷺ smiled his gentle smile and accepted.
Craftsmen worked day and night. Soon a beautiful three-step minbar of tamarisk wood stood ready. The following Friday, the Prophet ﷺ ascended the new steps for the first time and began the khutbah from the top.
Then it happened.
A sound suddenly filled the masjid, deep, raw, and utterly heartbreaking. It was the cry of intense grief, like a camel that has lost her newborn calf, like a child screaming for its mother in the dark. The entire congregation froze in terror. Some thought the roof was collapsing. Others feared the Hour had come.
Then they saw the source.
The old date-palm trunk, abandoned in its corner, was trembling violently. From it came a sobbing, moaning sound that pierced every heart present. The Companions later testified:
“We heard the trunk weep until the whole masjid was filled with its crying.”
Strong men who had faced armies without flinching now had tears streaming down their faces. Even the lion of Islam, Umar ibn al-Khattab (RA), could not hold back his sobs.
The Prophet ﷺ immediately stepped down from the new minbar. He walked straight to the crying trunk, placed his blessed hand upon it, and embraced it tenderly, the way a loving mother consoles her frightened child. He stroked it gently and whispered:
“Be quiet… be patient… be still.”
The sobbing slowly subsided.
Then, in front of the stunned congregation, he gave the trunk an astonishing choice:
“O trunk, if you wish, I will pray to Allah to return you to your original state so you may grow roots again, put forth branches, and bear fruit in this world once more.
Or, if you wish, I will pray to Allah to plant you in Jannah, where you will bear fruit that the righteous will eat forever.”
Silence fell. The trunk stopped trembling completely. Peace returned to it.
The Prophet ﷺ turned to his Companions and said with a soft smile:
“It has chosen to be planted in Paradise.”
Years later, when the same trunk was finally removed and buried beneath the minbar, the poet Hassan ibn Thabit (RA) wept and said:
“A piece of lifeless wood loved him more than we did.”
That miracle still echoes through time.
Whenever we feel distant from Allah, whenever our hearts grow dry and hard like dead wood, let us remember the date-palm trunk of Masjid an-Nabawi. A lifeless pillar could not bear even a moment of separation from Muhammad ﷺ. It wept with a grief that shook the masjid.
How, then, can a living heart that claims to love him remain content staying away from his sunnah, from the masjid, from the remembrance of Allah?
May Allah grant us even a single drop of that trunk’s love.
May our hearts tremble and weep the same way when we miss a single prayer, when we neglect a single sunnah, when we turn away from his beautiful way for even a moment.
Because if a piece of wood can weep out of love for Muhammad ﷺ,
what excuse will we present on the Day of Judgement?
Did this story break your heart the way it breaks mine every single time I tell it?
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JazakAllahu Khairan for reading until the very end.
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Sadi
I am Sadi — a wanderer of words and emotions. Through writing, I seek truth in silent hearts and meaning in life’s chaos. My poems and stories breathe with mystery, reflection, and soul — inviting readers to feel, think, and question deeply
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I have never heard this story before. It was quite interesting.
This work is very symbolic. If I had written it, I would include it in my next short story collection for publication. Congratulations. ❤️