Leave him, you heartless one.

Stay away, you beasts! Stay away from me! Stay away!

Leave him, leave him, you heartless one.

Be careful, my little one, be careful! Be cautious, my son.

Watch out! Watch out, my dear! Watch out!

Get away from me.

Do not harm him, do not harm him.

Master Yaqub, wake up, wake up Master Yaqub.

What happened, O Prophet of Allah? Did you have a disturbing dream? I heard your voice while I was in the next room.

Yes, O Nahul, it was like a nightmare.

I saw a pack of ferocious wolves chasing a child.

The wolves got close to the child and made him fall into a pit in the ground.

Then it tried to attack him and devour him.

And who was the child? Did you recognize him?

He was far away, so I did not see his face.

But he appeared to me to be like Yusuf in age and height.

No doubt the Prophet of Allah knows the interpretation of this vision, otherwise he would not have shown such concern.

A trial and calamity are awaiting the family of Yaqub.

Allah forbid that He would wish harm for any of His servants.

But some of His servants belittle themselves before Shaytan.

So they dig traps to bring down their brothers.

How good it would be if you could go back to sleep to regain your peace of mind.

O Allah, my Lord, I seek refuge in You.

How strange.

Jad, Ashir, didn't you hear the screaming in the house last night? No, we were fast asleep.

I didn't hear anything at all. Maybe I woke up for a moment but I didn't hear anything.

I woke up last night to your father's screaming. He was having a dream.

And when I woke him up, he said he saw ten wolves attacking a child the age and height of Yusuf, then the wolves took the child and put him in a pit.

Your father woke up in the middle of the night and started comforting Yusuf and kissing him. Did he recognize that child?

He said he didn't see his face, but without a doubt it was Yusuf, otherwise your father wouldn't have gotten up from his bed to stroke his head, comfort him, and spoil him.

If that boy is Yusuf, then there is no doubt that those wolves are us. And is it funny that your father saw us in the form of wolves?

Yaqub told me that he saw in his dream ten wolves attacking a child who looked like his son Yusuf, then the wolves threw this child into the depths of the earth.

That does not upset me to hear.

What is wrong with you, really? Yaqub saw our children in the form of wolves.

And you say that does not upset you? How beautiful those wolves are.

The ones that devour Yusuf. Our children must take action.

They need to take the initiative.

What is happening?

I know what is happening.

He mentions Yusuf day and night.

And he sees him in his dreams as well. He takes him with him wherever he goes.

And when he sleeps at night, he lays him down beside him. Don't make a fuss for no reason, because we still don't know exactly what our father saw.

Also, Yusuf is not like us. He has no mother to nurse him and no room to shelter him, so our father takes him with him during the day and lays him down at night.

Rather, we know for certain what our father saw.

He saw us in his dream as wolves.

Wolves attacking little Yusuf. Peace be upon you, father.

You must stop gossiping and not listen to the nonsense some people say. He said.

My mother said you saw us in your dream as wolves attacking Yusuf to devour him. It's not like that.

I saw in my dream a few wolves attacking a child.

The wolves looked like you, but the boy looked like your brother Yusuf.

I couldn't actually see the boy's face in my dream.

Ten wolves, and we are also ten sons.

I didn't count the number of wolves in my dream.

So how can you say that there were ten wolves?

I love you all, each and every one of you.

I have always been grateful for your efforts and appreciated them, but I cannot seat Judas, the distinguished young man.

On my lap to pamper him like. like a little child. Can I?

When you were children, I treated you well as befits children.

I would seat you on my lap and lay you down beside me.

At that time, you were able to enjoy my affection.

The father and the mother, but Yusuf and his brother will remain unable to enjoy what you have enjoyed.

It saddens me to see my brave sons lowering themselves to the level of a small child.

Grandfather, clan member.

Ask your mother, and let her tell you how she spoiled you last night.

Yes, I was awake last night, and I saw how you tucked me and my brother Jad in, then you stroked our heads. I have already told you.

Your words and thoughts reek of envy.

They are from the whispers of Satan. Do not let the slanderers and those with ill intentions kindle the fire of envy and gossip in your hearts, my children. Father.

We love for Yusuf to play with us, so why don't you allow us to do that?

I see no reason to prevent that, Yusuf is your brother.

Why can't you play with him? I have no doubt he will also be happy to play with you.

So you are allowing us to play with Yusuf now? Why are you delaying, hurry up and go?

Don't you want to take the flock of sheep out to the desert?

Support us, father.

How wonderful.

Oh, these good and kind young men. You have fulfilled your duty, young men. What are you doing? We are boiling the milk.

For lunch. May it be good and wholesome.

Would you accept a guest without an invitation?

Who are you?

And what are you doing? I am from the people of some of these nearby villages.

And I am one of the shepherds who take their sheep out to the desert. But what has happened to you?

It seems to me that you are not pleased with my entering among you.

And why should we be pleased? You are right in what you say, for no one is pleased when strangers enter upon him.

But I tell you honestly, I came to this area for your sake. I was overwhelmed with longing to meet you.

And do you know us? Yes, all the people of this area know the sons of Prophet Yaqub. Then why were you surprised when you saw us?

Because I saw you in my dream. Do you believe that? Yesterday I saw you in my dream, and today I see you in front of me. Isn't that strange?

We are pleased to hear, tell us what you saw.

I won't hide it from you, it was a strange vision, I couldn't decipher its meaning. I saw that you are ten brothers.

You were carrying a decorated throne with a small child sitting on it.

As if you are all his servants and he is your master. Then I saw that same child riding a carriage and you—

You ten were like horses pulling it.

And I also saw him sitting on a wide chair, and he had you, the ten of you,

and he chained you with chains and iron.

And he made you shepherds and farmers for him. It seems to me that my interpretation of this vision has upset you.

It's better that I leave.

His face is ugly and his smell is foul. Yes.

Where did he disappear to? He can't get away from us that quickly. Where did he disappear to?

I don't know. Maybe he sank into the ground. I don't know who he is, but his words awakened something inside me. His vision is very similar to the vision of our brother Yusuf.

Peace be upon you, father. And peace be upon you, my dear. Peace be upon my loved ones.

Peace be upon you. And peace be upon you. Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you, O Prophet of Allah. And peace be upon you, my son. What happened?

Did you fight with someone? Yes.

With your children. Why? They let the sheep into our farm, and they ruined it.

And when I objected to them about that, they attacked me and beat me severely.

Judah! Simon! Levi!

Why did you allow the animals to enter his farm and ruin his crops? We can't stop the sheep from grazing, father.

Nothing happened to warrant all this commotion. Why did you beat him so harshly?

You have the right to seek retribution from them.

O Prophet of Allah, I have forgiven them, but tell them not to drive their herd to graze in our field from now on.

They said: We are the people of Canaan, we do as we please and let the sheep graze wherever they want.

Who gave you permission to bring your flock into the fields of Allah's creation?

Who told you that we are the owners and possessors of Canaan?

My son, I apologize to you.

I promise you that our animals will not mess with your crops from now on.

And I will compensate you for all the loss that happened to your farm.

We made a mistake, father. Will you forgive us, young man?

Yusuf. Yusuf, my son, wake up.

Peace be upon you, father.

And peace be upon you, my dear. Maybe you were dreaming.

Yes, a strange vision.

Stranger than the one you forbade me to tell anyone about. Even your father, my son?

We were sitting near the sheep.

Yusuf said to his father, "My dear father, I saw eleven stars, and the sun, and the moon."

I saw them prostrating to me.

When Yusuf said to his father, "O my father, I saw eleven stars, and the sun and the moon."

"I saw them prostrating to me."

I was looking at the stars.

And at the sun and the moon.

When you woke me up.

Your intuition was right, my son.

You must not tell anyone what you saw.

Especially not your brothers, they are.

And the arrogance of youth kindles the fire of envy in their hearts.

Do not tell this even to your sisters or your father's wives.

Otherwise, they will spread the news among the people.

The sun that will bow its head before you in the coming days, here it is kneeling before you.

Likewise, the moon and eleven stars will make sujud to you one day.

A day will come when you will be a leader and respected among the people.

And a wali from among the awliya of Allah, then only will your parents and all your father's children make sujud before you.

Until that day, do not tell your dream to anyone.

Especially not to your brothers.

Out of fear that envy may overtake them.

So they might plot against you.

A plot.

A plot from my brothers.

The sons of Prophet Yaqub.

Do not be heedless of the deception of Shaytan, my son.

Indeed, Shaytan is a clear enemy to mankind.

He lies in wait for him to make him fall, even if he is the son of a Prophet.

Allah, the Exalted, has chosen you for Himself.

And He has granted you the knowledge of interpreting visions and dreams.

And He will complete His favor upon you and upon the family of Yaqub.

Just as He completed it upon your forefathers, Ishaq and Ibrahim, before.

He completed His favor upon them by making leadership and prophethood in their descendants.

Peace be upon you. And peace be upon you, my daughter. May Allah grant you well-being. Sit down.

I will bring you something sour.

Where did our father take you?

We went together to visit my shrine.

My mother is Rachel.

What do you want?

Yesterday, Yaqub appointed his successor.

So I said, maybe you are eager to know about that.

Don't worry about it, he is not one of my children or yours.

He is Yusuf, son of Raheel. Tell me everything, what happened? I woke up at night and heard Yaqub saying to Yusuf: Do not relate your dream to your brothers.

You are the Messenger of Allah and the heir of Ishaq and Ibrahim.

But what struck me most was what he said to him.

You will be the eldest of your brothers and a leader over them.

And all of them will make sujud before you.

He said that while bowing before Yusuf and kissing his face.

I have always wished that one of my children would be the successor of Yaqub.

But when Allah and His Messenger have decided a matter, I will submit to their judgment. Do you really accept the idea that Yusuf will be master over your sons? I have no choice.

This is the will of Yaqub and I will sign for it.

And I advise both of you to follow my example.

But I cannot be satisfied with. I think we must submit. Lady Leah is right in what she says. We must comply with the will of the Prophet of Allah, Yaqub.

I hope that Yusuf's brothers will be content with what their father has chosen.

How small is your mind! It is not permissible to reveal everything in front of Leah. As for now.

We must do something, and quickly.

He takes it with him wherever he goes.

And when he slept at night, Yusuf came to him in the world of dreams. Do not lay a brick that has no benefit, O Yahudha.

We still do not know exactly what our father saw, and Yusuf is not like us; he has no mother to care for him and no room to shelter him. Yusuf saw a dream.

And the interpretation of that dream is that he will rule over all of you.

It is not difficult, we can ask Yusuf.

Do you think he will tell you honestly if he saw a dream?

Yes. Yes.

Yusuf never lies. He will tell us if he dreamed of something.

Let's go.

Judah, calm down.

Yusuf. Sleep, my brother.

Tell me, do you know that we love our kind and gentle brother Yusuf?

I love you all too. Tell me, Judah, when will I become as big as you?

You are already grown up, and you know well your status and position with the Lord of the worlds, Yusuf.

And what status and position are you talking about? About the position that Allah showed you in the world of dreams.

Did you forget the dream you saw last night?

Words cannot describe how happy we were when we learned about the dream that shows your high status.

And the honor is for you, Yusuf. Did our father tell you that I saw a dream?

I did not tell anyone else about it. No, no, our father did not tell us that, but I heard it myself.

While I was standing in the courtyard, I heard our father ask you not to tell your dream to anyone, and he said that you will have a high status in the coming days. Will you tell us the details of the dream now?

You said you heard our father ask me.

Not to tell anyone about the dream. There is no harm in that, Yusuf.

We are your brothers and we came to share this joy with you.

I know how much you love me, and perhaps you will not be upset if I tell you the details of the dream. Still, I cannot disobey my father's command.

Yahudha, I will tell my father that you tried to hit Yusuf.

Stop that, Dina. Yahuda does not want any harm for Yusuf. He was just angry and upset with his younger brother.

Why was Yahuda upset?

Did I say something to upset him? No, I just didn't say what he wanted to hear, I mean my dream.

How could they know that I dreamed last night.

No one except our father knows. I will tell our father that Yahuda wanted to hit me. Don't do that. Why? They are my brothers and I love them.

And I don't want my father to be hurt because of them. Tell me, Dina.

Why does Judah hate me? Even though our father says.

That the brothers should love one another and respect each other.

Leah, we hurried, I brought the wheat. Peace be upon you.

May Allah relieve you.

Your hands are safe.

Rather, bring the millstone, for we have no flour. This is the first wheat harvest of the year. I was busy separating the kernels from the husks. Come, my son.

Father, all my brothers know about the dream.

And how did they know about it? I don't know.

They asked me about the details of the dream, and when I didn't answer them.

He spoke to me harshly.

Leave it.

Leave it? Yes, O Prophet of Allah. Until now, I was sure that you were kindling the fire of enmity inside the house, but I chose to remain silent, hoping you would stop and correct your intentions.

But it seems you are determined to continue on this path until you cause division among all the children.

I do not know what the Prophet of Allah means by his words.

I am innocent. Last night, I slept near your wing.

And Yusuf was with me, where he told his dream and I interpreted it for him.

No one knew about this incident except me and him.

And no one but you could hear the dream and interpret it.

I assure you that last night I was deeply asleep. You are lying.

Last night I woke up to a sound from inside your room, but I ignored it.

After I entered the room and saw you and the children deeply asleep, I knew I was not mistaken. More than once you have deceived Zulfa and forced her to gossip.

You always incite Judah and his brothers against Yusuf, and you plant hatred in your children's hearts toward their younger brother, but I kept silent. I warn you this time that if you make even one more mistake.

I will take my children from you and send you back to your homeland in Faddan in Babylon. Do you understand what I am saying? No.

No, no, no, no.

I promise you, O Prophet of Allah, that I will not, I will not make you angry with me from today on.

I will be obedient and submissive to you. Forgive me. I am your servant and I have no one but you.

Leave me here if you wish, but no.

Do not talk to me about sending me to Faddan, no!

I have no doubt that the sun is our father.

And the moon is our mother, and the eleven stars are us.

Our father has spoiled this insignificant, orphaned child too much.

He now sees himself in his dreams as a god and us as his worshipping slaves.

Not just his brothers, but he sees his parents prostrating before him.

Today, no one will leave this place until we settle the matter concerning Yusuf.

I love all my children without exception.

But my attachment to Yusuf comes from his status with Allah, the Exalted.

I hope with all my heart that my children understand this truth.

And that they do not turn against their brother or hold grudges against him.

But does Yusuf really think he is better and superior to our parents, and that he will be a master over us?

Yusuf has started imagining things and giving himself false hopes, and all of this is because our father favors him and our mother spoils him too much.

I still don't know why our father prefers Yusuf over all of us. Do you think we don't have anything that he has? We take care of all the housework and family matters.

We plant and harvest the crops, and we are responsible for taking care of the flock of sheep and protecting them from the wolves.

We provide water and food, guard the sheep, clean the barns, and remove the animals' waste, and that's all we get.

We bear all these burdens, yet our parents give all their love and affection to Yusuf.

This boy has started weaving dreams and imagining himself as our leader and ruler.

Ever since Yusuf opened his eyes to this world, he has managed to attract all the attention and receive all the affection. I see that our father is clearly mistaken.

He bears the burden of all these mistakes, but I will never remain silent.

And I will not accept becoming a servant to the son of Rachel. We also will not accept it, but what can we do?

Perhaps you are too beautiful to dare say it out loud, but I will say it.

Yusuf must die.

Your words are extremely dangerous, so don't take saying them lightly. You want me to stay silent.

Listen to me carefully, I want to punish our father Yaqub for favoring Yusuf, and I want to bury his dream of leadership deep in the earth.

Even though I don't have the courage of Yahuda, he is right.

We cannot bear Yusuf ruling over us.

My patience has run out. How long do we have to be patient and show courtesy to Yusuf in front of our father, and also in front of our mothers? Ever since Yusuf came into this world.

He draws all the attention and takes all the affection and kindness.

I warn you, my brothers, that killing a brother and disobeying the father is a great sin, and without a doubt it will lead us to be punished in the Fire of Jahannam.

I have considered this as well. Repentance.

We will ask Allah for forgiveness and pardon after a few days have passed since Yusuf is killed, and Allah, the Exalted, is Forgiving and Merciful.

And He will forgive us. This is the state of all sinners. We commit the sin and make the mistake, then later repent to Allah. We will repent.

And we will work on reforming ourselves after we finish with killing Yusuf and win our father's love. Believe me, O Levi. But what if Allah, the Exalted, takes away our ability to repent?

The chance to repent is not always available to those who disobey.

And if we are not granted success in repentance, we will be cursed until the Day of Judgment.

And this disgrace will continue to haunt us through generations, that a group of the sons of the Prophets deliberately stained their hands with their brother's blood.

I agree with what he said, but it does not solve the matter.

Unless he suggests to us a better way than the way of Judah to deal with Yusuf.

How easy it is to play the role of the dissenter and to put on the cloak of the pious.

Come on, give us a solution to this issue.

Aren't we seeking to alert our father and win his affection for us?

Fine, that's obvious. We only want our father to love us, nothing more.

So, my brothers, do something so that our father's eyes do not fall upon Yusuf. Keep him away from our father.

And after some time, our father will forget little Yusuf and turn his attention to us.

This is not possible, because our father does not take Yusuf out of his sight.

So come, let's think about the matter. First, let's agree to rule out the option of killing our brother Yusuf.

After that, we will look for the best way to separate Yusuf from his father.