Even the beasts flee from the desolation of the mountains and prefer more habitable places. It is a desolate cave during the day and scary during the night. I tried to imagine how Makkah or the Sacred House of Allah would look but I could not, for I was imprisoned in the cave of Thawr. Sometimes we hear the doves glorifying Allah from which we understand that they live under the protection of the Sacred House of Allah in Makkah.
It is a mountain in Makkah, a small city that I have never seen in my life.
I was born in a deserted cave in mount Thawr. I was a mountain spider and mountain spiders are extremely unlucky. I ask the reader to forgive me for I am not myself. Let me tell my story from the very beginning. I continued to cry until my house dissolved in my tears and the cave went back to how it had been. I bowed over the torn silk that had been my house and said, "The silk touched the hand of Allah's Messenger before I did." Then I cried. I tried to get close to him and kiss his hand '" He did not notice that I wanted to kiss his hand for he pulled back his hand before I could bow down and kiss it. So the Prophet extended his hand towards my home and gently pushed aside my silken web. My house was the cave's door, and the door had to be opened. I did not understand why he did that '" I sometimes say that he had to destroy my house in order to get out. As he was leaving the cave, he was compelled to destroy the house that I had built for him.
I said to him again, "O Messenger of Allah! Give me your hand to kiss or let me kiss the tail of your Coat." He did not hear me and left. I said to him, "O Messenger of Allah I will miss you." He (peace be upon him) did not hear me. He left the cave and headed towards the city. I, the spider, cried when he (peace be upon him) intended to leave the cave. Have you ever seen a spider cry before? I did. Before I saw him, I only loved spiders, food and life, but after I saw him I could only bring myself to love the truth. Ah! My heart spins when I remember these days. He lived as a guest under my cobweb for three whole days. Moreover, each one of those who cry and pray will imagine the picture of the Messenger of Allah in his mind. I know that after the Prophet's death, millions will visit his grave to cry and pray. Something even more wonderful happened I saw the Prophet. My house is considered a parable of weakness, "Verily, the frailest (weakest) of houses is the spider's house." I sat in my house protecting the noble house of Islam and guarding the Prophet of Allah, Muhammad ibn ' Abdullah (peace be upon him). However, despite the weakness of my web, I managed to ward off the iron swords of the atheists that went out in pursuit of the Prophet, and moreover, I was able to defeat them! The outcome of the conflict between the spiders' weak silk and the iron of the swords was the defeat of iron. My web is very flimsy and light and the slightest breeze can blow it away. I am the one, who Allah sent to protect him. I am the one, who was responsible for the Prophet's deliverance. I do not think that I need to introduce myself to the reader, for I am sure you understand that I am the spider of the cave that the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) hid in. I am not one to make false claims and show-off, I am simply stating facts. With all humility, if all the spiders in this world were put in one hand and I was put in the other I would outweigh them in superiority. I am a spider who is higher in rank than other spiders.