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The streets of Medina were still bathed in the first rays of dawn. The sun had not yet shown its full face when a man stood on the highway, loading his camel with goods.

He had a simple cloak on his body, a turban on his head, and a simple whip in his hand. His face had the light that only the faces of true believers have. This was no ordinary traveler. This was the Commander of the Faithful, the second Caliph, Hazrat Umar Farooq (may Allah be pleased with him).

He was going to Syria alone. Yes, the head of the entire state, without any bodyguard, without any royal convoy, riding only on a single camel. With him was only his servant Aslam.

Aslam politely asked:
“O Commander of the Faithful, you ride the camel, I will walk.”

Hazrat Umar looked at him lovingly and said:
“No, Aslam, you will also get tired. We will ride in turns. Now you ride, I will walk.”

Aslam was surprised. What would he say? Amir al-Mu’minin should walk and he should ride? But he knew that it was impolite to argue in front of Umar. He rode his camel silently.

This was the caravan whose glory and splendor the whole world knew, but the owner of the caravan was walking barefoot on the ground.

Shortly after, a river came along the way. Hazrat Umar stopped the camel. He took off his shoes, put them on his shoulders, and started to cross the river. When Aslam saw it, his eyes became moist. This scholar of a Caliph!

After traveling for several days, they reached the border of Syria. From where the Syrian general Abu Ubaydah bin Jarrah (may Allah be pleased with him) stood with his army to welcome them.

A cloud of dust was seen flying from a distance. Abu Ubaydah said that the caravan was coming. Everyone got ready. But when the caravan approached, everyone’s eyes widened.

What were they seeing?

A small camel, on which a slave was sitting. And an old man was walking on foot, holding the bridle of this camel. His clothes were covered with mud, and dust was flying on his face.

When Abu Ubaidah came closer and saw him, his senses were blown away. This was not a traveler. This was the Caliph of the time himself.

He ran forward and said:
“O Commander of the Faithful! You are in this condition? You are on foot? And this is your slave on a camel? This should have been your caravan, you would have arranged for its ride?”

Hazrat Umar smiled and said:
“Abu Ubaidah, there is only one camel and we are two. We were supposed to ride in turns. Today it was Aslam’s turn, so he is the rider.”

Abu Ubaidah and all the soldiers stood silent. They were surprised to see their Caliph in this condition, but even more respect was growing in their hearts.

They insisted that the Commander of the Faithful should now enter the city in a royal manner. Horses, armor, and flags were prepared for them.

But Hazrat Umar refused.

He said:
“No Abu Ubaidah, I am not your king. I am your servant. I have come in this dress, and I will enter the city in this dress.”

His voice was so strong that no one could speak.

Then the moment came when they were entering the city. The buildings of the city were tall, the markets were bustling, and the people came out to welcome their new emir.

They had been told that the Commander of the Faithful was coming in person, but when they saw that the Commander of the Faithful was walking, his clothes were simple, and he was giving preference to his slave, a strange situation arose.

Someone said: “Is this our king?”

Someone said: “He looks like a beggar.”

There were tears in someone’s eyes.

An old Christian from Syria saw this scene and said to his son:
“Son, this is the king whose stories of justice are famous all over the world. Today I have seen for myself that this is not a king, but an angel. If the king of Islam is like this, then this religion is true.”

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As soon as Hazrat Umar entered the city, he said to Abu Ubaidah:
“Tell me, how are the people here? Is their food, water, and shelter all fine?”

Abu Ubaidah said that everything was fine. But Hazrat Umar was not satisfied. He secretly visited the city at night. He himself went to the markets, listened to the people, and understood their suffering.

One night they reached a hut on the edge of the city. An old woman was crying inside.

Hazrat Umar knocked on the door softly.

The old woman asked from inside: “Who is there?”

The answer was: “A traveler. Do you need anything?”

The woman said: “My son is sick, he needs milk, but I have nothing. The king here is sitting far away, what does he know about us poor people?”

Hazrat Umar’s eyes became moist. He immediately returned, loaded a skin of milk on his shoulder, and himself returned to the woman’s house. He warmed the milk with his hands, and fed the sick child.

In the morning, when the old woman found out that the Commander of the Faithful himself had knocked on her door at night, she trembled. She came running and fell at Hazrat Umar’s feet.

But Hazrat Umar picked him up and said:
“Mother, this was part of my duty. Don’t worry, your son will be fine now.”

Seeing this scene, all the people of the city fell silent. They had seen with their own eyes what justice really means.

One day, some of the elders of the city said to Hazrat Umar:
“O Amirul Momineen, why do you live so simply? You are the owner of the entire state. This does not befit you.”

Hazrat Umar said:
“You know, I once heard the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) say, ‘Whoever humbles himself, Allah exalts him.’ I am not the king of the world.I want to be, I am the one who will give an account in the hereafter.

If I wear royal clothes, build a royal palace, then how will I answer the question of this orphan? How will I listen to the cry of this widow? How will I listen to the complaint of this prisoner who will never meet me?”

Everyone’s eyes fell upon hearing these words.

This caravan of Hazrat Umar, which had no royal flag, no printing house, no guard, is still the sun of history whose light illuminates the era.

This caravan teaches us the lesson that real honor lies in humility, real kingship lies in service, the real caravan is the one in which both the rich and the poor are equal.

A few days later, when Hazrat Umar started to return to Medina, the people of the city came out to see him off. The same old woman, whose son he had breastfed, came forward and said:
“O Commander of the Faithful, I have never seen or heard of a king like you. May Allah protect you.”

Hazrat Umar blessed him and then moved towards his camel. Aslam was again with him. Aslam said:
“O Amirul Momineen, today it is my turn to walk. You should ride.”

But Hazrat Umar smiled and said:
“No Aslam, both of you are tired now. Today we will both walk.”

Saying this, he took the camel’s bridle in his hand and they both started walking.

This was the caravan, whose paths are still bright for those who seek justice and fairness.

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In short:
True leadership is not in the throne and crown, but in humility and service. This caravan of Hazrat Umar Farooq (RA) teaches us that whoever becomes a servant of the people, Allah grants him glory in both this world and the hereafter.

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