Works concerning the appearance of our Prophet not only tell us the unique beauty of his physical appearance, but also narrate what an aesthetic life he has carried out, from the way he drank water to the elaboration of his use of mirror and comb. The elegance he manifested is a beauty that is unpretentious, unobtrusive and totally natural.
It is a beauty that overflows from his choice of words, the tone of his voice, his posture, his look; a beauty that does not stick out; a beauty that adorns both his smile and his anger.
It is a beauty that is visible when he is a child, when he is an adolescent, when he is happy, when he is sad; one that does not disappear in a moment of panic.
Do those who know this finest form of beauty feel ashamed on their behalf when they see people walking as if to say “Hey, I am beautiful. Do you notice?” Can those who cannot see beauty unless it sticks out claim that they recognize the beautiful? Do not those who lose beauty for the sake of living modestly realize that simplicity is not the same as ugliness? Is it too hard to flutter quietly as a butterfly while also being very beautiful?
