Rahil was truly named for her fate.

She departed quickly.

O Allah, grant me sabr for the separation from Rahil.

Father, the Canaanites have arrived.

They are late.

Inside the tent.

Peace be upon the Prophet of Allah.

And peace be upon you. You were late in walking, you were late. Has Raheel died?

Trials are always the companions of the prophets. We are not used to this kind of calamity.

We seek refuge with Allah the Exalted from what has befallen us.

My Lord, I entrust my sheep to You.

May Allah preserve your reward.

I was born at a station where the caravans stop, where one group arrives.

And another group departs. You are blessed, my son, you are blessed. His birth was our happiness. He is not blessed.

Why call him the son of my sorrow? Meaning, the son of misfortune.

This boy caused my sister's death. Stop saying that, stop. Allah alone gives life and causes death.

Do not punish the newborn for a sin he did not commit. I will not call him the son of my sorrow.

Rather, Ben Yamin, meaning son of the right hand.

So he will be like my right hand.

My children, my brother, I am Yusuf, son of Rachel.

So you are the remainder of Rachel and her memory.

I must. first.

My aunt, my father says that if Allah loves one of His servants, He takes him out of this world and raises him to Himself. O light of my eyes.

Do you know that your mother, Rachel, spent the night in the presence of Allah? I know that Allah has granted her the vastness of His gardens, but I cannot bear her separation or living without her.

I ask Allah, my Lord, to grant you and your father patience and comfort for what has befallen you both.

Dearest aunt, isn't Paradise better than this world? Yes, it is better.

O you whose understanding surpasses your years by far, O piece of my brother's heart, may Allah protect you, you comprehend more than your few short years.

I see in the beautiful face of this child, in his lively spirit, and in the words that flow from his tongue, signs of greatness and leadership.

His awareness and understanding surpass those of his peers. This is unbelievable.

Stop saying that, my sister.

Yusuf is like all his brothers, there is no difference between them, and I do not distinguish between them.

But Yusuf's presence and words reach my heart. I ask you to entrust his care to me.

Perhaps I will be able to soothe his wound from losing his mother.

I promised my sister Raheel that I would not let Yusuf feel the pain of being an orphan.

I will raise him myself and treat him like my own children.

But you, Leah, cannot do that because you have too many children.

That will never happen. I will not allow Yusuf to be out of my sight for even a moment.

Finally, we have arrived. We have reached the city where I will spend the rest of my life.

The caravan of Yaqub, the Prophet of Allah, has arrived.

Welcome, welcome.

The caravan of the Prophet Yaqub has arrived. Welcome.

Welcome. How happy we are with your arrival, O Prophet of Allah.

Know that we share in your sorrow over your wife; we did not know what had happened to her.

May Allah grant you patience and comfort. Allah, the Exalted, is the One who gives life and causes death, and we are also content with the decree of Allah.

You are welcome and honored by your arrival. Welcome to you. You are most welcome. Congratulations to you.

May you have the newborn. Congratulations, inshaAllah. Welcome to you.

You are welcome and honored by your arrival. Welcome to you. May you be blessed. Congratulations on the newborn.

Congratulations, inshaAllah.

Excellent.

Tell me, where did you bury our father, Prophet Ishaq? I have visited the place before. We buried him where our grandfather, Prophet Ibrahim, and his wife are, in the Cave of the Khalil.

The tomb of our mother, Rifqa, is also in that spot. First, I want to visit their graves and renew my bond with them. Leah.

Tell everyone so we can all go there together.

Judah, Reuben. Basma.

This amana that I entrusted to you, we will go to visit the grave of our father Ishaq.

Peace of Allah be upon Ibrahim, the khalil.

We ask Allah to bring joy to the hearts of His Prophets Ibrahim and Ishaq. The people of Canaan owe them for saving them from the darkness of disbelief.

How great his longing was to see you, as he lay on his deathbed.

He said that you are the Prophet of this umma after him.

And he advised us that its banner, the leadership of the descendants of Imran, is entrusted to you.

I seek help and support from his blessed soul, and I ask Allah, my Lord, to help me in fulfilling this difficult mission.

This shirt is part of what our grandfather Ibrahim the Prophet left behind.

And our father Ishaq inherited it from his father, and now.

You have become its inheritor. You were absent from Canaan, so I, being the eldest of our father's descendants, took responsibility for preserving and safeguarding it.

And now I have fulfilled the amana to you, I hand it over to you in accordance with the will of our father.

And he instructs you to pass it on to the Prophet who comes after you. How pleasing it would be for me to place upon him the cloak of prophethood.

Blessed, if Allah wills. Blessed for you, O Prophet of Allah.

We congratulate you, may it be blessed for you, we congratulate you, O Prophet of Allah. May it be blessed for you, we congratulate you, O Prophet of Allah.

My family and I are with you, we extend our hand in allegiance, we pledge allegiance to you as a Prophet after your father Ibrahim has passed away.

Relieve us, and we bear witness before Allah that you are His Messenger and the one who conveys from Him. We congratulate you, O Prophet of Allah.

Do you know who will inherit this cloak after our father's death?

It goes without saying that the heir is the strongest among us. You are both mistaken.

The heir is the one among you who has the most sabr in iman in Allah.

I'm hungry. Aren't you going to serve us food, mother?

Where is the food? We want to eat. Be patient for a bit. What's wrong with you?

Go ahead.

What happened to you? Why aren't you eating? There's not much food. You gave Yusuf more than us.

Be quiet, boy, and eat. Leave the boy alone, Layla. What are you doing? Don't do what you think is right. I'll take care of Binyamin for you.

And you, feed your children.

Taking care of all these children is a difficult task. I don't blame Leah.

She is responsible for the children of Rachel, as well as seven of her own sons and daughters. I repeat my request to you once again.

I have always wished to be blessed with children, but my wish was never fulfilled.

And here I am in the last days of my life.

I beg you to respond to my request, and to entrust me with caring for Rahil's orphan, and be certain that I will protect him like my own eyes.

Look at Lia, she endures hardship because of the number of her children.

So you have no choice but to entrust me with the care of Yusuf.

And how can I bear being apart from him? You will not be able to bear it if I take him far away, and if I do not bring him to you every day for you to see him, then take him back from me.

And do not think that if you see me, I would withhold affection from him.

Allow me to shower Yusuf with love in the days I have left in my life.

And be certain that by doing so, I will bring happiness to Rahil's soul and bring

joy to your heart. But, Faiqa,

what about the promise I made to my sister? I swore I would not let orphanhood touch her son Yusuf. Faiqa will fulfill the promise she made to Rahil.

There is no doubt she will treat Yusuf as if he were her own child. Perhaps you fear that having many children will distract me from caring for Yusuf.

No, on the contrary.

I fear that you will focus only on Yusuf.

And neglect your other children.

My dear Yusuf, come here.

Tell me, my son.

Are you happy to stay with your aunt Faiqa? Yes, father.

Aunt Faiqa is a kind mother.

But not as much as your own mother, my dear.

Still, I will do my best so you can feel some of my kindness.

Thank you very much, my brother. I promise you I will take care of him as I do my own soul, and I will hold him as dear as the heart between my ribs.

Take him from here before I regret it and change my mind.

Does this mean we won't see Yusuf after today?

Who said that? No, my dear, he will come every day to play with you. And will we be able to play with him, aunt? You certainly will.

Where did he go? Where did you go? You haven't eaten yet.

Be careful.

Starting today, I will entrust you with taking care of the sheep. I won't be able to come with you.

I have to stay to take care of people's affairs. This is the reason we came to Canaan. Make sure nothing bad happens to the sheep. Don't worry, father, we are not children anymore.

Welcome, welcome to that. Now go.

Peace be upon you. And peace be upon you. Go with Allah's protection.

Children, Yusuf has come. Peace be upon you, my aunt. And peace be upon you. Take good care of Yusuf. We will.

Peace be upon the Prophet of Allah.

Who says that being an orphan is painful? Blessed are the orphans. If being an orphan is beautiful, then why don't you die?

Maybe your children will receive more compassion after your death.

But I. She didn't mean any harm with her words, uncle.

I wanted to say that you are like a loving mother to Yusuf, and how beautiful and sincere is what you care about. Don't justify yourself to me.

I know very well what you are getting at. What happened to you two?

You both don't even trust that I could give Yusuf any love or affection.

You need to be careful. You are showing too much love for Yusuf in front of the whole family and dressing him in the finest clothes.

I fear that this will provoke his brothers' jealousy and they will envy him. I entrusted you with caring for Yusuf.

Because of the excessive care she showed him, without realizing it, she was creating division between Yusuf and his brothers.

These are two forms of favoritism and indulgence that stir jealousy in your children's hearts.

Towards Yusuf, not Leya. I ask Allah, my Lord, to protect Yusuf from the evil of the envious.

And to guard him from the eyes of his enemies.

I don't know why I am worried about him. Don't worry, my brother.

I will take Yusuf if you allow me. I know he is hungry.

Yusuf. Yes. Come here, my dear.

We will go now. May Allah protect us.

Mother, did you see the beautiful clothes Yusuf is wearing?

Aunt Faiqa made them for him herself. Will you sew clothes like that for us?

I think our father didn't come for a reason other than the one he mentioned.

And why didn't Yusuf come?

He prefers to stay with him. I don't agree with you. Our father is one of Allah's Prophets, and he must be present among the people to look after their affairs and fulfill their needs.

Did you see Yusuf's new clothes? I saw them.

How beautiful he looks wearing them. Blessed is he.

Reuben, Judah, aren't you coming? We're coming.

His clothing and appearance have become better than ever, as if his mother's death was convenient for Yusuf.

You are his brother outwardly, so speak in a way that befits brotherhood.

Wear this garment.

This.

Wait for her here.

Do you know what this is?

This is my father's belt, and your grandfather is the Prophet Ishaq.

I have always wished to pass it on to the rest of the Prophethood after my father, and I ask Allah.

That you will be the Prophet after your father, O Yaqub.

I would like to keep this belt.

My father entrusted me with the shirt of our grandfather Ibrahim and with this belt. As for the shirt, I gave it to my brother Yaqub, and this belt I am giving to you so that it will be with you.

Be careful not to lose it. I fear that some people might mock me for keeping my aunt's belt. Who do you mean, for example? For example.

For example, my brothers.

Leave these thoughts, Yusuf. Hurry up.

We are late for the lesson session, so let's go.

Let's go.

Envy.

It is when you wish for the blessing to be taken away from a servant of Allah.

Or for the status that Allah has given him to be removed.

Envy is when you cannot stand what others have.

And envy is when you are bothered by people's happiness or joy, so you wish poverty and hardship upon them.

Has any of you told me some of the characteristics of the envious person?

Isn't the belt that Yusuf wears for the Prophet Ishaq?

Why did Faiq give it to Yusuf? Her father entrusted her with his belongings so she could pass them on to the Prophet after him.

Do you mean by the envious person the one who wishes that others have nothing in their hands?

Well done, my son.

The envious person is as you said. The envious person suffers hardship and anger as he sees what others have.

Whether that is knowledge or a certain status. Why does Yusuf receive all this love?

Or whether it is possessions and worldly ranks.

How can we leave envy behind? Who knows the answer?

I hope Yusuf is unable to answer.

My son Yusuf, do you have something to say?

Tell me, my son, doesn't the envious person know that this world will come to an end one day?

Well done, my son, well done. The correct answer is what you said.

The envious person must know that this world is fleeting and deceptive.

The envious person gains nothing from the good of this world nor from the reward of the Hereafter.

The envious person reaps nothing from his envy except disappointment and loss.

We are all travelers, whether the envier or the one envied.

If only the envier realized that.

He would not, with his narrow outlook, turn his life and its blessings into an unbearable hell.

There is nothing wrong with showering affection on a child who has lost his mother.

But the problem is when those who have mothers are deprived of love.

Don't those with mothers also long for affection? On one hand, Uncle Faiq spoils him and dresses him in the finest clothes, and on the other hand, our mother sits him in her lap and feeds him the best food.

I see how they try to evade, but I know deep down they prefer him over all of us. Let's be fair, our brother Yusuf is handsome and sweet-spoken.

His radiant appearance captures the heart.

We all love our brother Yusuf, as long as our father and mother allow us to, and don't spoil him more than the rest of the children of Yaqub.

Have you seen Yusuf when he tightened the belt of our grandfather Ishaq around his waist?

Yes, I heard Bilhah say that they are from the inheritance of the Prophets and must.

be given to the Prophet of the time, so why did Aunt Faiqa give them to Yusuf? We will ask her about that. We will go to her at night after we return the flock.

She, the rock.

Do you want to try again?

Come on, come on. No, no, I will do it. I will do it. Let's try. The winner among us will be the successor.

Okay. Let's go.

Peace be upon you. May Allah grant you well-being. Where are you going? Welcome, Zulfa.

We have brought the flock into the pen, and now we are heading to my aunt Faiqa's house, we need her for something.

For our part, we were just with her and have just returned. I don't think it's appropriate for you to go to her without permission. Your father is at your aunt Faiqa's house, he went to meet Yusuf.

And perhaps you will be upset if you see him being affectionate and playful with him.

What's happening at my aunt's house? This isn't difficult, let's go, come on.

Look at how our father loves Yusuf and spoils him. That's nonsense, Yahudha. When we were young, we used to sit in our father's lap and he would be affectionate and playful with us.

Now I understand why Zilfa and Bilha forbade us from going to our aunt without permission. I will go back.

Stop this nonsense.

Stop here, my son.

Peace be upon you.

Welcome, my dear ones. Peace be upon the sons of Yaqub.

May Allah pardon you, my dear ones. When did you return from the desert? Just a short while ago.

We brought the flock into the pen and came to. to do what? We came to speak with Aunt Faiqa. Then speak, I am listening.

Aunt, isn't this belt the belt of our grandfather, Prophet Ishaq?

Yes, as you say. But it is with young Yusuf so he can find comfort in it. I gave him the belt so he might find comfort, hoping it would help him forget.

The loss of his mother, Raheel. But Bahla used to say that the belt is the inheritance of the prophets and must be given to the Prophet of the time. I am the heir of Prophet Ishaq and I am the Prophet of this time.

This belt is from my father's inheritance, and it belongs to me. I gave it to Yusuf so he could find comfort in it. Bahla and Zulfa never stopped envying Raheel while she was alive.

Now that she has died, they envy her son.

Do not pay attention to what those two women say.

Father, Judah says that you love Yusuf more than us.

That is not true. But today you came to meet Yusuf.

You sat him on your lap. Did I not use to sit you on my lap when you were little, at his age?

And even if you lived far from me, I would come to visit you. I love you all and I do not differentiate between you. Do not let me hear such words from you again.

Go, go. I consider you the men of the family and my refuge in times of hardship.

Yet you act and behave like little children, weak like the youngest. May Allah protect you, my sister.

My aunt Faiqa, tell my father not to show me affection anymore. Why?

Because that hurts the rest of my brothers. My dear, you were deprived of a mother's tenderness, so how could we also deprive you of a father's tenderness?

I found him. Stay where you are, my dear.

Yusuf, calmly. Don't come back running. Ah, ah.

Yusuf, Yusuf, take it easy.

Come on.

My dear, go and hide, come on, go quickly.

Go and hide. Go and hide without delay. Did you hide?

I will count to twenty, you have to find their hiding place. Where are you?

Where are you? I found you. Now it's your turn to close your eyes.

You too.

I found you. But you haven't discovered Yusuf's hiding place yet.

Yusuf! Yusuf!

Yusuf! Yusuf! Yusuf! Didn't you see where he hid? Yusuf! Yusuf!

Yusuf! Where do you think he disappeared to?

He's gone. Where is Yusuf? Where is he? We've searched everywhere. Did he go to my aunt Faiqa and Basma?

I'll go up to the roof.

Yusuf! Yusuf! Basma, did you see Yusuf?

What happened? What’s going on? We lost Yusuf, and he didn’t come here. What happened? My aunt Faiqa, Yusuf. Did you lose him? Where were you that Yusuf got lost?

Weren’t you playing together? He hid and we couldn’t find him.

Did you search well? Yes, we searched everywhere. He is the amana of my brother Yaqub. Come and show me where you were playing and Yusuf got lost.

Yusuf.

Yusuf! Where are you? Yusuf! Yusuf!

He is not here.

My aunt, Yusuf is not here either. What should I do? What dust should I throw on my head? Oh Allah.

Yusuf! Yusuf!

Yusuf! Oh Allah, woe to me, woe to me, woe to me.

The well! Did Yusuf fall into the well? Yusuf!