O Allah, Most Merciful of the merciful.

Where is now the gift You granted me? Does not the Great One not take back His gifts? Return him to me.

My son, return to me, my son Yusuf. O Allah, bring him back to me, my son.

May Allah protect you.

May Allah preserve you, my son, wherever you are. I have no doubt that you are alive and provided for.

I repeat and ask my sons again about what they did to their brother.

Perhaps this time they will come back to their senses.

And reveal what happened.

And how can you be sure that Yusuf is alive?

First, Yusuf's shirt, which the wolf's teeth did not tear.

And second, a sound heart that Allah has granted me.

It's okay.

I will bring up the matter with them, even though I have lost hope.

I want them to admit their sin, so let them repent to Allah.

Perhaps He will pardon them and forgive their disobedience.

We did not see that with our own eyes, and we are certain that the wolf devoured Yusuf. I have said that many times. You are lying even if you repeat these words.

If only you were still young, I would whip you with lashes until your skin turned black.

If the wolf devoured Yusuf, then why didn't it tear his shirt?

We have no knowledge of that, the matter has become a mystery and we are at a loss to explain it. I curse each one of you individually.

What liars you are! The wolf did not attack Yusuf.

Rather, it was the human wolves who did that, the human wolves did that.

They repeated their claim that the wolf ate our brother.

We ask Allah to guide them back to their senses before it is too late.

Who among you will pay more? Who will pay more? I told you that. We will open the auction. Come on. You will pay a hundred dinars for it.

I will not give it to you. Go on, leave. Because of the wood.

I am also searching.

Look for a suitable slave. So let's go to that wing. Let's go, let's go. Come on.

One hundred and fifty.

Let's look for someone else. They are good at farming and they work hard.

They work hard, come to me. They are obedient maidservants, come to us, they are good at cooking and taking care of the house.

They have worked in your service for many years. Look at this servant, he is strong and well-built. Two hundred and fifty dinars.

Two hundred and fifty dinars, I bought an offer for my wife.

What are you selling, Tura? Three hundred dinars.

Three hundred dinars. Who will offer more?

Your money. You.

Do not sell him. My heart cannot bear to sell him either.

Didn't you see for yourself how eager he is to be sold? Please, tell me.

Tell me, how much is this boy worth? I'm not a slave trader and I don't know their ways, but I know he's a clever boy.

He has good handwriting, a handsome face, and knowledge. I won't sell him for a cheap price, for he masters many skills and possesses much knowledge.

He could serve as a temple servant now. What do you think of him? And if he becomes a priest in the future, his handsome face will attract people to the temple. Try to make him yours.

Should I start with fifty debens? Fifty debens, agreed. But his price is much higher than that.

One hundred debens. You're offering too little for him. Who dares to spend?

It has what suits it. These are slaves who eat little and work a lot. What are these outrageous prices? Calm down.

Come and take a look at this slave.

I must commend the honorable Potiphar for his excellent choice; he has chosen the best and most suitable place to buy slaves. Welcome, sir.

I hope you like this slave, sir.

Believe me, this slave does the work of two horses. What is his price? One hundred.

This other slave is as gentle as a lamb. I won't pay more.

More than a hundred double. Honorable sir, these slaves deserve more than that. What do you think about joining the bidding?

Let's wait and see what the governor will do. I don't think anyone will compete with the governor.

This young man is worth a lot. Two hundred and fifty dinars.

Do not be sad, Yusuf. Today they are buying you, but the situation will change for them, and you will buy all of them in the end.

What do these people want from me? Why have they gathered here? Beauty is hidden within everyone, but.

But it cannot be seen with the eyes. As for you, the beauty of your essence has overflowed onto your face, and these astonished people are only standing here to witness the beauty that Allah has placed in you.

Why do they long to buy the face of beauty without paying attention to the beauty that is in.

inside them. They need a discerning eye to see the beauty within themselves, but.

But the beauty of your soul, which is manifested in the beauty of your face, is seen with the eye of sight, and these people have eyes with which they see, but.

But their insight is blind to seeing the true beauty. As if you are telling me that I and these people are the same, if only they had realized.

If they had realized the beauty in their hearts, they would not have desired to buy it.

These people, without knowing it, are longing to meet the friend of Allah, not Yusuf son of Yaqub. Their longing for you is like the longing of the angels.

For every Adam, the father of mankind. Did you hear, Yusuf? Two hundred and fifty dinars. Add to it. Two hundred and fifty dinars.

Three hundred. Three hundred dinars. I will sell him for three hundred.

Three hundred. Three hundred dinars.

Three hundred and eighty dinars. Raise the price. Four hundred dinars. He deserves more than that. Who will pay for this slave the price he deserves?

Did he say four hundred? That's a large amount, isn't it? He's a strong slave, he can pull the plow like an ox.

Congratulations to you for them. These three slaves are worth six hundred dinars.

That's a small amount. Fifty dinars. He deserves more.

More. He deserves to be paid more than this. Listen to me carefully.

My master, these are among the best slaves. Pay him three hundred dinars. He deserves it.

Should more than that be paid for them?

Do not miss the opportunity, is there anyone among you who wants to buy?

To buy these slaves.

Look at him, he is still a young man.

You.

Go ahead. Step aside, step aside, move away.

I will pay a thousand dinars for him. A thousand and twenty dinars.

One thousand one hundred deben.

Potiphar has entered the competition, what should we do now? Do not let him win, Potiphar must be defeated today.

I will pay one thousand two hundred deben.

One thousand three hundred deben. One thousand three hundred deben.

Is there anyone among you who will pay more? Even though the proposed price is ten times the value of the slave, but never mind.

Do your best to win this slave despite Potiphar.

I offer one thousand five hundred debens.

One thousand five hundred debens. Where is the buyer who will pay more?

This is strange. They speak as if they are selling and buying some commodity, if only they truly knew this boy.

I would not undervalue him for mountains of pure golden sand.

Two thousand, double it.

Three thousand.

Three thousand.

Three thousand debens. The ruler Potiphar, the noble of Egypt and commander of the armies of this land, offered three thousand debens. The honorable Potiphar offered me three thousand debens.

Who dares to compete with Potiphar, the noble of Egypt? May it be blessed for you.

For you, my master, in this beautiful slave. My master, you have gained a well-mannered and very knowledgeable boy.

He is a face of happiness, good fortune, goodness, and blessing.

This slave has been sold to the honorable Potiphar.

Go.

Come, O you who want to acquire the finest of slaves.

The finest of female and male slaves are with me.

Summon Zuleikha to me.

Where did you find this unique jewel, O noble one?

I bought her for a price higher than the clouds. Whatever I spent on her is little. That fool who undervalues such a jewel deserves it.

For selling her, he should be buried in the earth and lie with the dead. People sell slave girls and boys to gain gold, but this ignorant dealer sold a jewel for a handful of dust.

What a loser. This is from your generosity, for I am nothing more than a slave.

Welcome to the palace of Potiphar, my dear son. I thank you.

Thank you, noble one. Did you miss me, and now I have arrived?

I would like to know the reason you summoned me.

Will you accept this gift from me?

Haven't I seen this boy before?

Maybe in a dream world, or perhaps.

I don't know, but his face is not unfamiliar to me.

I must praise the esteemed one's taste and good choice; it is unparalleled.

What is your name? Yusuf.

Yusuf. Yusuf is either an Aramaic name.

Or a Hebrew name. No, it's Hebrew.

So, from the people of Canaan in the Levant.

They are a people who herd sheep and cattle.

Yusuf. Yusuf.

No, I can't stand hearing the names commonly used among the nomadic tribes living in the desert.

If you allow me, I would like to give him an Egyptian name.

This boy is a gift from me to you, call him by whatever name you like.

I am truly extremely grateful and thankful to my Lord.

If my master permits me, I will suggest an Egyptian name for this Yusuf.

Fine, the name that most resembles Yusuf.

Yuzarsif. Yuzarsif.

It's fine.

Yuzarsif, a beautiful name.

From now on, I will call you by this name, agreed?

If that pleases you, then I agree.

I want you to honor Yuzarsif, respect him, and show him reverence.

Perhaps he will benefit us one day, or maybe.

Maybe Zuleikha will like him and later decide to adopt him so he becomes part of the family.

And why not, sir? And who could be more deserving than Yusuf?

Did you see? Did you see how beautiful his face is? Have my eyes ever seen a boy with such beauty? It doesn't make sense for him to be a slave. The features of his face do not suggest slavery.

This is your room. Do you like it?

Thank you, madam, it is very wonderful.

Prepare for Yusuf everything he needs for comfort.

O Allah, all praise is for You, for saving me from slavery and bondage, and for blessing me with comfort and a life of dignity and ease.

O Yusuf, Allah has established you in the land and granted you a great status.

And He saved you from the bottom of the well and raised you to a high position.

And Allah chose you above all His creation, teaching you the interpretation of stories and dreams so that you would.

You would know their secrets and symbols better than they do. Allah cast the light of knowledge into your heart, so you became independent of any teacher.

All thanks and praise are due to You. I thank You, my Lord, for these blessings.

It was a losing deal, Malik. You are at a loss even if you sold them Yusuf.

For many times his weight in gold, silver, and jewels.

It was a loss, Malik, a loss.

Do you realize what you're saying? Do you remember how we lost our way in the storm?

And how the camels knelt down at the salty water well?

Was that for nothing? Was it so you could make a big profit, or was it for Yusuf's survival?

As for me, I have no doubt that the sweetness of the well's water was due to the blessing of Yusuf.

Do you still remember how my hand was paralyzed when I slapped Yusuf on his face?

I was only healed by the du'a of Yusuf and a touch from his hand.

My master Malik, surely you remember.

How did Yusuf save me from the clutches of death? I too was only healed by the du'a of Yusuf, yes, by his du'a for me.

Thanks to the blessing of Yusuf, I gained great profit and collected countless wealth, so there is no doubt that he was not a human like the rest of Allah's creation.

What you mentioned are miracles that only the Prophets of Allah are capable of.

How did I overlook all of this? And who could Yusuf be?

Why did he not inform us of his lineage and ancestry?

May the curse be upon you, Faleeh, you have ruined my life. I was happy because I made a great profit, but now I see myself as the biggest loser.

Woe to you, Faleeh, for I did not sell a slave.

Rather, it is about sending a wali from among the friends of Allah or one of His sent Prophets. Did you not notice, Malik, all that etiquette in his words.

And all that forbearance in his actions, when we did not see his heart free from grudges.

And pure like a clear mirror. Why? Because he disbelieved in all the fabricated gods.

And turned to Allah, the One whom Yusuf called to.

I will make up for this loss myself, I must do something. Where to?

We cannot do anything now. Be patient until dawn comes.

Come. Where is the palace of the honorable Potiphar? There, at the end.

of this road. Follow.

Hey! What are you two doing here?

We came to meet the esteemed Potiphar. I must ask permission from Commander Rod Amun. Follow me.

Sir Commander, there are two men who wish to meet the governor Koutifar.

What do you want from the Aziz of Egypt, Potiphar?

I sold him as a slave yesterday. Tell him that the man who sold you the boy last night has come to see you.

I asked you what you want from him.

We took from him a price higher than what the slave deserves.

And we have come to return the money.

Fine, wait for him.

What's the matter, Rodamon?

The merchant who sold you the boy last night is standing at the door asking to meet you.

You don't seem happy, O Hebrew.

I am pleased to be here, but.

It saddens me that I am a slave.

Do you think we treat you as slaves are treated?

You treat me in a way that befits your great status, but you think you are doing me a favor. Well said, what a clever and fitting answer.

I have great hopes for him, my master. He is skilled in reading and writing. Everything about him is good and beautiful.

Except for his sharp tongue, it must be tamed. Let the lady of the palace be pleased, for my tongue speaks only the truth, and from now on I will not speak except with her permission or that of the ruler, Potiphar.

Well done, this is much better.

Where are you from? And what are your mother's and father's names?

And what difference does it make to you, my lady? He is nothing more than a Bedouin who herds sheep and lives in tents.

Did anyone ask for your opinion?

But the features of Yusuf's face show that he comes from a good origin, and that he is a descendant of a noble lineage.

Here they are.

What's the matter, merchant? Did you regret it or change your mind? Yes, no, no, no, no.

Before I explain to you the reason for my coming, I would like to spend even a few minutes alone with Yusuf. I want to.

Say goodbye to him for the last time.

I understand you, for it is so hard to part from someone as pleasant as Yusuf.

Guide them to the next hall so they can say their farewells.

Do you see? His heart cannot bear to leave him.

I came to ask you your name and where you are from, and we will not leave this place until you tell me everything. I told you I am the son of. No.

I have heard this before.

I ask you by Allah, the One besides whom there is no deity, to tell me everything and who you are.

First, you must promise me before Allah that you will not reveal any secret of what I am about to tell you. I promise you.

I confirm that, and I swear by the God of Ibrahim the khalil.

I am Yusuf, his son, Yaqub is my son.

Ishaq, son of Ibrahim the khalil. Woe.

Woe to him. You and I are cousins. You are from the descendants of the Prophet Ishaq.

And I am from the descendants of Ismail, the one whom Allah saved from sacrifice. Do not have mercy on me, O Allah. What a crime.

With its irony.

Why did you sell Yusuf? I always knew we were cousins, and I am never upset about what happened to me.

It was my destiny to come to Egypt and be sold there.

Everything that happened was by the plan of Allah, the Exalted, and it prepares for a great event.

Signs appeared at your hands, and I should have realized then that you are not like the rest of Allah's creation, but that you are a Prophet.

Woe to me for selling a Prophet in the slave market. I will always carry this shame. Calm down now. Come on, get up.

I told you that what happened was destined. I had to come to Egypt to fulfill my mission here.

And you were a means of goodness. I thank you very much for that. I will make up for this sin.

This is the certificate of servitude that those young men signed. Never show it to anyone.

I want you to wait for me here. I don't want you to hear the discussion that will take place between us.

I am approaching the master of the house, Potiphar, the noble of Egypt, to ask for forgiveness.

But I am compelled to ask you to annul the contract between us.

I no longer want to sell Yusuf.

Well done, well done.

An hour ago, I was calling you a fool for giving up a jewel like Yousersif, but now I see that you have come to your senses.

And you have realized the true value of the jewel.

But haven't you been a bit late? You should have thought about it before selling.

It's too late, O esteemed one.

I will not hesitate to give all my wealth and everything I own in exchange for getting Yusuf back.

I beg you, let's annul the contract between us. Didn't you hear what the ruler said?

That he will not return Yusuf to you no matter how much you plead or strive in your request. And I, for my part, told you that I regret selling him.

We will not sell Yusuf to you, and we will not leave this palace without him.

Listen, if you repeat this insolence, I will not hesitate to imprison you.

Leave here. I will not leave the palace unless Yusuf is with me. Your Excellency, allow us to take Yusuf back. Radmon.

Imprison the two men. O Allah, bear witness that even though I bought Yusuf to sell him, I have regretted that.

Return him, bring him back to me, I will not sell him to you.

I want Yusuf. Bring him back to us. Yusuf.

It would be good if the noble one forgave them, for they endured the hardship of danger for his sake.

They truly deserve to be punished harshly.

I repeat my request.

I will pardon them for the sake of Yusuf.

Let them be released.

There is no need to imprison them.

Yusuf, what is your secret that this servant is willing to risk his life for you?

And how would I know, my lady? I have no control over myself. There is no power or strength for a weak creature like Yusuf.

This way, we no longer have any favor over Yusuf.

Because what we agreed upon has come back to us completely, without any loss.

I am not one to deny kindness.

I will repay your good deed with something better than a dinar or a debn.

How happy I am with this wonderful gift, my master.

Tell him to bathe, let Yusuf bathe and wear his finest clothes, then bring him back to us.

I hear and obey.

Did you notice that, unlike everyone else, he does not bow in respect before me?

That's all right. He will learn little by little.

I think he is deliberately not bowing to me.

I want to get Yusuf back. Yusuf! Yusuf! Bring him back to me now!

We want to sell him. We want to get Yusuf back.

Bring him back to us, little Yusuf.

Bring him back to us now. Bring him back to us now. We no longer want to sell him. I don't want to sell him. I want Yusuf.

Bring Yusuf back to us. I don't want to sell Yusuf.

Yusuf! Bring Yusuf back to us! Luck was on your side. If it weren't for Yousersif, you would be in prison now. I don't want to see you.

Stay nearby, go. I will not stop until I get Yusuf back. You will see.

Protect your life and leave, and don't throw yourself into destruction.

Potiphar and his wife are not fools like us to give up a jewel like Yusuf.

We have lost, Faleeh, we have lost. You lost, not me. Allah has blessed me and I gained a profit. I achieved the greatest profit in my life.

I gained a profit. How? You lost Yusuf without gaining anything in return for your loss.

But I lost Yusuf, and that was the reason and motivation for me to know the God of Yusuf, to draw closer to Him and worship Him.

And I have decided to abandon idols.

And I also learned from my master Yusuf the belief in tawhid.

Yes, by Allah, I am the loser. It is true that I sold a Prophet among the Prophets.

But I will remain regretful, blaming myself as long as I live.

I will return to my family's home, and I will work on calling them.

Their strength is in the belief in tawhid.

As for me, no.

As for me, I will not leave Medina as long as Yusuf is there. Now, let's return to the inn.