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Prophet Mohammed a BBC documentary. (Post 187).

 Prophet Mohammed (pbuh) was born in 570 and died in 632. The Hijrat ( migration from Mecca to Madina) took place in 622, the start of the Muslim lunar colander.  Here is a link to a BBC documentary on the life of prophet Mohammed.


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