Praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds, and His prayers upon our master Muhammad, his family, and his Companions.

The first thing we begin with in the noble prophetic biography is mentioning the pure lineage of the master of all worlds.

ﷺ is Muhammad, son of Abdullah, son of Abdul Muttalib, and the name of Abdul Muttalib.

Al-Talib is Shaybah, son of Hashim, and the name of Hashim.

Amr, son of Abd Manaf, son of Qusay, son of Kilab.

Kilab, son of Murrah, son of Ka'b, son of Lu'ayy, son of Ghalib, son of Fihr, son of Malik, son of Al-Nazr, son of Kinana, traced back to Adnan.

To our master Ismail, peace be upon him, the son of our master Ibrahim, the khalil of the Most Merciful, peace be upon him.

Hashim ibn Abd Manaf was generous and courageous, and handsome in appearance.

He was respected by his people from a young age, and he was a merchant like his brothers. Mecca was transformed through him from

a small trading post to another stage, when he met the Caesar of Rome in Jerusalem, who was impressed by him.

He asked him to transfer the trade of Quraysh to the Roman Empire, and he allowed him to do so.

So Hashim returned.

Because of his good reputation among the Arabs, his noble qualities, and his captivating presence, he brought the contracts of alliance from the leaders.

Of the Arab tribes from the Levant to Mecca, and the journeys of Quraysh began, which are mentioned in the Noble Qur'an, and his brothers also gained favor.

They also brought contracts of alliance from Abyssinia, Yemen, and al-Hirah.

Quraysh established the winter and summer journeys: summer to the Levant and winter to Yemen, and it is mentioned in the reports.

That the Caesar of Rome offered Hashim to marry his daughter.

So he traveled to Gaza, and he died and was buried there, and it was named.

Gaza of Hashim. Hashim was.

He had married in Mecca and had children: Nadla, Abu Sayfi, and Asad. On one of his journeys to the lands of al-Sham,

he passed through the city of Yathrib, where he met his friend Amr ibn Zayd, the leader of al-Khazraj, and married his daughter Salma, who gave birth to Shayba ibn Hashim.

He died in Gaza and was buried there, as mentioned before.

Mecca was overwhelmed with grief for him, and Shayba remained in the care of his mother until.

he approached puberty. Hashim's brother, who was living abroad, went to Yathrib and brought his nephew Shayba ibn Hashim.

The people of Mecca were amazed by this young man whom al-Muttalib was carrying behind him on his camel.

Abdul Muttalib grew older and became the leader of Mecca, and he had an only son named al-Harith.

He was further supported by his cousins from Banu Abd Manaf.

Above all, he had a praiseworthy character whose reputation spread throughout the lands of the Arabs, and one day,

Dig Tayyiba, O Abdul Muttalib. Tayyiba? And what is Tayyiba? Dig Barra.

Once more. Dig the guaranteed one, O Abdul Muttalib.

And what is al-Madmunah? O Lord of this House.

What is this voice I hear? Dig Zamzam. Zamzam? And what is Zamzam?

It never dries up and is never blamed. It gives water to the greatest pilgrims.

And it is between the dung and the blood.

At the spot where the black-and-white crow pecks.

I will dig Zamzam. O Harith.

Come, my sons, we will dig the well of Zamzam. It is the water of our mother Hajar and our father Ismail. Let's go.

People of Quraysh, come to me, come to me, to Asaf and Na'ila.

O people of Quraysh, O Mughira, O Mughira, the matter, O Mayya, is that Abd al-Muttalib son of.

He is digging a well between Isaf and Na'ila, there near the Kaaba.

Where the sea is our sacrifices. Let Abd al-Muttalib dig this well. Hurry to him! To him! O Abd al-Muttalib, hurry.

O Abd al-Muttalib, O Abd al-Muttalib, what do you two want?

We will not let you dig this well of yours between the two idols Isaf and Na’ila, where we slaughter our sacrifices, and it is one of our rituals. By Allah, I will surely dig this well.

Don’t you see, Yani, that it is an old well that has been filled in?

Keep him away from me, Harith. At your service, father. That’s not why we came, Abdul Muttalib, so do as you wish until.

Until I find water. My cousin, we did not come for evil. In Mecca there are many wells: there is Badar, Sijla, Malkam, and Al-Hafr.

Afra and many others, so choose whichever you like.

Or dig in another place, and we will help you dig your well. I have been commanded to dig it. Who commanded you, Abdul Muttalib?

Ask. It is a voice that came to me in a vision, and I will proceed with what I was commanded.

So leave me to what I saw. We will not leave you, neither alive nor dead.

Leave us and face us, you are just one man.

So with what do you threaten us? By the Lord of the Kaaba, what is this? Fine.

Woe to you, maybe it is the vision, and maybe there is water beneath it. Is it water, Abdul Muttalib?

It is the treasure.

The treasure they are famous for, on the day you were born in Mecca: two golden gazelles, swords and shields, all made of gold.

For us and for you, Abdul Muttalib. What's wrong with you?

What do you have to do with what I found in a well I dug by an order that came to me? We will not leave it to you.

We have a share and a right in it. No, people of Quraysh, you are my family and my tribe.

And if I called out, O Hashim, they would come running, and I don't think they would let you get anything from me. My father is the master of Batha.

There is something better than this, people of Quraysh. Let me finish digging the well until the water comes out, then we take this treasure and draw lots for it.

Fighting inside the Kaaba, whoever has a claim, let him take it. How? My time has come, your time has come, and the time of the Kaaba has come.

You have done your duty, Abdul Muttalib. We are satisfied, Abdul Muttalib. Your good fortune and Zamzam. The water.

The silt! People of Quraysh!

This is Zamzam, the well of our father Ismail and our mother Hajar.

A well that never runs dry by the permission of the Lord of the Sacred House, it gives water to all the pilgrims. May you be blessed, Abdul Muttalib, master of Mecca.

Then Abdul Muttalib took the treasure of Zamzam to his companions.

With the arrows inside the Kaaba.

So it came to him, and he took the treasure and placed the two golden gazelles at its door, and made its lock and key out of gold.

Then when Abdul Muttalib saw the boldness of his people and his clan against him.

He vowed that if Allah granted him ten sons, he would sacrifice one of them. After Samra al-Amiriyyah, Abdul Muttalib married four women.

They bore him ten sons, so he stood to fulfill his vow, and the arrows fell upon his son Abdullah.

The father of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ, and he was.

He was the most beloved of his children to him.

Your son! Your son! In the house! No, by the Lord of the Kaaba!

The way of Abdul Muttalib, do not let him leave, or else it will become a tradition among Quraysh.

How truthful you are, Abdullah, and how obedient you are to your father. No! Do not do it.

Do it, father.

Do not do it, do not do it. Perhaps the Lord of the House will find a way out for you. It is a vow, and I would never break my vow. O Abdul Muttalib.

Lady of Mecca, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it Abdul Muttalib, don't do it Lady of Mecca, and my vow, my vow, people of Quraysh.

Abdullah is the son of my aunt Fatima, by Allah, we will not let you slaughter him.

And my vow, my vow, Mughirah, I will not break it while I am Abdul Muttalib. No, father, no.

He is the dearest of my brothers to me. Don't do it, Abdul Muttalib. Don't make me lose Abdullah. He is a piece of your heart. Dirar.

Zubair, guard, Abd Manaf, in judgment, your brother.

Abdul Muttalib, cousin, if you slaughter Abdullah.

You will set a precedent among Quraysh, so you are an example in this.

By Allah, by Allah, O Abdul Muttalib, he will not be slaughtered until you have exhausted all excuses for him. If his ransom is with our wealth, we will ransom him.

What do you think, people of Quraysh? What do you think? Abdul Muttalib is not someone who breaks a vow to the Lord of the Sacred House, and He has honored me with a vision as clear as the break of dawn.

So I dug Zamzam, and its water became a pleasant drink for the pilgrims of the House.

Let us take him to a soothsayer in Hijaz, for she has a spirit that follows her. Ask her while you are in charge of your affair. If she commands you to slaughter him, then slaughter him.

And if she commands you with something that brings benefit to both you and him, accept it. By Allah, he is the dearest of my children to my heart.

I only said: Come, my son, so I may sacrifice you, until it seemed to me that you did not even blink.

Sacrifice me, father, and fulfill your vow. Prepare the mounts.

And let's go to the soothsayer of Hijaz, perhaps we will find a way out with her.

Lord of the Kaaba, save Abdullah.

And the weight of my hair in gold and silver. Lord of the Kaaba, save Abdullah.

And I would weigh my hair in gold and silver.

How far have you reached in building the Qulays, son of Maqsood?

It is in its final stages, my master. Soon we will transfer the remains of the martyr of Najran there.

And the church of Qulays will become a wonder of the world in its beauty.

Its magnificence and greatness. Is it named after the martyrs of Najran whom Dhu Nuwas burned in the trench? Yes.

And I will divert the Arab pilgrims to it. The Arabs make pilgrimage to Mecca. They claim that our master Ibrahim built its foundations and they call it the Sacred House.

Woe to them, they are idol worshippers.

It is time for the Arabs to embrace Christianity and the Holy Spirit.

Just as the people of Najran did, even the martyrs of Najran.

Among them is our ancestor al-Harith. Hurry up and finish it, I am eager for it to be completed.

As soon as it is completed, I will direct the pilgrimage of the Arabs to it. How will that happen, my lord the king? When it is completed.

No, I will tell you. What is it, Abd al-Muttalib?

What good news? Abdullah has survived. How?

Wait, woman, let me catch my breath.

We went to a soothsayer in Hijaz.

She asked us, "What is the blood money among you?"

We said to her, "Ten camels." She said, "Cast the arrows and increase the number until your Lord is pleased, then sacrifice them as an offering."

No matter how much it is, Abdul Muttalib. Even if the ransom for Abdullah is all the wealth, and the wealth of Banu Hashim, and the wealth of Banu al-Muttalib.

And the wealth of Abd Manaf, and all the wealth of Quraysh.

And even the wealth of Kinana. I will keep increasing the camels until the Lord of the House is pleased, and if he is saved, I will marry him. Have mercy, O Lord of the Kaaba.

And I will not marry. Do as you wish, O master of the valley, but the ransom is for Abdullah.

Yes, the ransom, O Abdul Muttalib, the ransom, O master of Mecca.

Rather, it is the vow, and our appointment is tomorrow inside the Kaaba.

This is for Abdullah, and this is for the son. Cast, O keeper of the arrows.

Cast your arrows, my brother. Allah. O Lord.

Accept the Kaaba, accept the ransom for my son Abdullah. Make it ten.

Cast your arrows.

Abdullah, add another ten camels. Come on, cast your lots.

Lord of the Kaaba, O Lord.

What do you think, my dear?

The matter of the one with the lots, he casts it.

Who does it come out for? Lord of the Kaaba, O Owner of this House.

Accept the ransom of my brother Abdullah, accept it.

He brought the camels as the vow of Abu Abdul Muttalib. My father Abdul Muttalib and my brothers swore.

If the vow had come upon the wealth of Abdul Muttalib.

Al-Talib, and all that belongs to Banu Hashim, to ransom.

Strike, strike until the Lord of Abdul Muttalib is pleased.

At Your service, O Lord of the Kaaba. At Your service, O Lord of the Kaaba.

Rejoice, people of Quraysh, rejoice, sons of Hashim. Abdullah has been saved by a hundred camels.

They are slaughtered around the Kaaba, in its alleys, in front of its houses, and on its mountains. No one is turned away from them, neither human nor jinn.

Nor bird nor beast, a hundred camels. Blessings to you, Abdul Muttalib. Blessings to Abdullah.

By Allah, I do not think what happened to him is anything but an honor from the Lord of this House, so that, because of him, its people may be fed.

The people of its sanctuary, the rich and the poor, the pilgrim and the visitor, O people of Quraysh, O sons of Hashim.

Tonight I will seek for my son Abdullah.

The hand of Amina bint Wahb. O Aswad, I will not stop building the Qulays.

Until I go to the Kaaba of the Arabs and destroy it, turning it into a pile of stones, and divert the pilgrimage of the Arabs to the church of the martyr of Najran in Sana'a.

I will force them to do that. And if they refuse, my master, and fight us? I will give them chance after chance.

And I will march with the army of Hijaz until my kingdom connects with the kingdom of Byzantium, and I will force the Arabs to enter Christianity by force. And Byzantium.

What does she think, my master? The Caesar of Byzantium. This is a dream he has.

For centuries, that the Red Sea would become a Roman lake, and all those living on its shores would be on their religion.

Their route to India by land and sea will become safe.

They will not submit to the Persian blockade, nor the Arabs, in what they buy from India and China.

With frankincense, incense, ivory, silk, and spices.

O Aswad, this is how kings think. If only that could happen at my hands.

But Abyssinia and its king, my master. Tell me, Aswad, what can the king of Abyssinia do? King Abraha does not follow.

He does not follow except by force, not even Byzantium.

I follow their way, ever since I was a slave to a Byzantine merchant in the port of Dals, my inclinations are with them.

This is what Byzantium wants.

Hurry, Aswad ibn Maqsud.

The Arabs will come to a church in Sana'a, performing pilgrimage and 'umrah, buying and selling, and I will rule over them.

Abraha. It is a day of death, my lord. O people.

You are the leaders and nobles of Mecca.

And we ask, for what deficiency?

The fathers have perished. Hashim died and was buried in Gaza.

Al-Muttalib died and was buried in Yemen.

Nawfal died and was buried in Salman in Iraq, and Abd Shams died and was buried east of the Haram.

The outcome is for those who remain, O Abd al-Muttalib.

We are the people of the Haram. You are our leader, O Abd al-Muttalib.

May Allah bless you. This is a tradition we have followed from our ancestor Qusayy.

Feeding the pilgrims and giving them water.

And upholding justice and protecting the oppressed. My father Hashim established a tradition that I see fading, and I am reviving it.

Which tradition, O Abdul Muttalib? My father Hashim gathered the leaders of Quraysh here in this house and said, among our people are those who perform 'umrah.

They take their children and families to the place of Qusayy, then lock them in so they die of hunger, so they do not have to face the humiliation of begging.

By the Lord of the Kaaba, this is a grave matter, and it does not befit the honor of Quraysh for this to remain among them.

This practice has returned once again and has spread in villages.

In Quraysh, Kinanah, the Ahabish, and their allies. By the Lord of the Kaaba, I see this only as a deficiency in minds, a disgrace, and misguidance. What do you think about this, O master of Mecca?

I see what Matrud al-Khuza'i said: those who mix their wealthy with their poor until their poor become self-sufficient.

I see a return to the sunnah of Hashim, so that no wealthy person remains in Quraysh except that he takes in from his family those who are hungry and in need.

That will spare him the humiliation of begging and asking. And what about the poor and slaves who live in Mecca?

Among them.

Some came for Hajj and stayed, some came as traders and went bankrupt, and some came as allies.

So what about them?

As for the poor who are left behind, who have no alliance or protection.

Let them be fed from the sacrifices offered to the Kaaba, and from what is left there of found items, they use it to cover their nakedness.

People of Quraysh, you are the neighbors of the Sacred Sanctuary, and the Arabs follow your example, so do not wrong your slaves. People of Quraysh.

Can you guarantee that if they go hungry and are oppressed, they will not rise up and eat you?

What is it, my sister? What, what?

O son of Jud'an, you eat and drink from gold vessels, and there is no one in all of Hijaz as wealthy and affluent as you.

By Allah, it was only Qusay and Hashim who established this.

And the master of Batha', Abdul Muttalib, followed them, for honor and dignity. And what dignity!

And I will set up pots whose fire will never go out.

So whoever is in need, let him come to my pots and he will find hais, khabees, and thareed.

May Allah bless you, O son of Jud'an.

You are the people of the Sacred Sanctuary, the custodians of His House, and the Arabs come to you for pilgrimage.

And their idols are in your land, so set an example for all the Arabs in generosity, nobility, honor, and pride, and you will become leaders.

You have spoken the truth, Lady of Mecca, you have spoken the truth. Peace be upon you, my master.

What is wrong, Aswad? I see you sad and angry. What is the matter?

Something serious has happened. What happened?

A man from Kinana, from the tribes of Quraysh, those who venerate idols and worship statues.

He did something in the Qullays. He did something.

What happened? He threw filth.

And you did well in it. She brought you a traitor on his feet. It's okay.

It's okay, Aswad. We were waiting for an opportunity to invade Hijaz and destroy the house of the idols of the Arabs.

This is what I want. It is an excuse, by Allah, we are justified in it.

In front of a caravan of the people of Mecca in Sana'a. Yes, my master.

Yemen is never without their merchants. Bring me one of them so I can know what this House means to them.

But my master, they might sense what we are planning. What can they do? By the Lord, I will come to them with an army they cannot withstand.

They will see him and flee from him into their desert, sinking into their sands.

They will take refuge in the mountain passes and the mountain tops. What happens to the birds when the eagle suddenly attacks? Listen, Aswad.

Do all the Arabs venerate this House?

Not all of them have betrayed.

Like my tribe, the Harith ibn Ka'b, the people of Najran, because they are Christians following the religion of the Messiah, and some Jews in Yathrib, Fadak, and Khaybar.

And some from the tribe of Khath'am. What I know is that Christianity has spread among the Arab tribes, so what makes them venerate this House?

And making pilgrimage to it. They consider it the house of Ibrahim and Ismail.

Ismail, the tribes bring their idols to it.

And they venerate it. To what extent? To the point of dying for it. So then.

Bring me the Qurayshi merchant. Woe to you, O Kinani, what have you done?

Don't you know that Yemen is our marketplace in winter, and our journey is to it? And if Abraha gets angry, and he surely will,

after what you did in his place of worship, you will bring calamities upon Quraysh and Kinana. I am Kinani from Banu Faqim, we are the ones who postpone the months.

And do you think I am a stranger who doesn't know? O Hisham, we are the ones who postpone the sacred month, making it permissible one year and forbidden another year.

We are the Nasa'a, you know how we honor the Kaaba and our jealousy over it.

Haven't you heard Umair ibn Qays standing during Hajj, calling out to the people: Ma'ad knows that my people are the most noble among people, how could they have any nobility?

So which people can come to us with a single camel, and which people have not even chewed on a bridle?

Aren't we the ones who postpone for Ma'ad, making the lawful months forbidden? I know, O Kinani, but you will anger the king against us, and you may bring harm upon Mecca.

Mecca and Quraysh, a crime that Kinana and Quraysh cannot bear. Woe to you, woe to you, what made you do what you did?

I heard people talking about Abraha's Qulays, and that he will force the Arabs to make pilgrimage there, so I did it.

I did what I did to make him understand that the Arabs only venerate the Sacred House. Justice belongs to Mecca, warn its people and run away.

Before Abraha's army comes to you, and you are killed in a way the Arabs will talk about. Go.

Go, get out of my sight, you fool.

I miss my friend Abdul Muttalib, I owe him a debt and countless favors.

Who are you? I am Hanat al-Himyari, the messenger of King Abraha. The king? And what does the king want? Come to me.

Why? Has something happened, or does he want something from our trade? I am not the king. You come to him and ask him.

My clothing is wheat. Let me sort out my affairs and organize the caravan's matters.

Then the king came. What is your name? Hisham ibn al-Mughira. Now, Hisham, shouldn't I fix myself up to be presentable before the king?

Fine, quickly.

Welcome.

Greetings, Abu al-Harith. How are the children? They are well, they are inside.

If it is a boy, I will name him Hamza. May Allah grant you what you love and desire, Abu al-Harith. Sit down, Hala.

Tell me about Abdullah and Amina.

My heart tells me it is a blessed marriage, and good offspring will come from it.

There is something I have been hiding, Abu al-Harith.

I will tell you now. Speak, Hala, say it, for you are my last wife and the mother of my last children.

And I hope from the Lord of the House that He grants you joy with them and extends your life.

It's alright, Hala. What will you tell me about Amina and Abdullah?

As for Abdullah, you know Ruqayya, the daughter of Nawfal, my friend. I love her and she loves me, and she is.

She has been staying in her house for a while, and only goes out for some of her needs, but when she does, she is surrounded by sadness.

And tears well up in her eyes. What's the matter with her, Hala?

They are a noble family, and her brother Waraqa.

A young man devoted to Allah, he loves the truth and does good, and I love the people of this house. So what is wrong with Ruqayya, the daughter of Nawfal al-Asadiyya?

I stopped her and spoke to her, and asked her about the reason for her sadness.

I kept at it until she told me. You’ve made me curious, Hala. Come on, talk to me. I haven’t seen anyone happier in Quraysh.

Than Ruqayya. When the ransom came with Abdullah.

I used to see her making tawaf around the House, holding onto the curtains of the Kaaba, and when the good news came, she let go.

She let out a zaghrouta whose echoes resounded throughout Mecca and its valleys, and the women of Mecca joined her in her joy.

Did she want Abdullah? I will marry her to Abdullah, so why should she wait? We are the leaders of Mecca.

And which of us does not marry more than once? Some even take four, five, or six wives, especially those who are well-off.

Some even take ten, as Mas'ud al-Thaqafi did. So why is she sad? She knows this.

But she was not interested in marrying Abdullah. Did he speak to her about it? Yes.

And she refused. Come on, Hala, you have some news. Ruqayya told me, I saw Abdullah coming out of the Haram.

And between his eyes was a flame of light, like the blaze on a horse's forehead, so I invited him to myself.

And I asked him to marry me, but he refused, and he married Amina bint Wahb.

Then after a while he came back and asked me: Ruqayya, how is marriage?

I answered no. The light that was between your eyes is gone, Amina took it, and I have nothing to do with you anymore.

By Allah, this is news. What did she see in the blaze of Abdullah? And what did she hope for from marrying him?

I don't know, Abdul Muttalib. What she said was something serious, she mumbled it and I didn't understand anything from it.

She told me about something great that will happen, and she was crying.

I ask you by Allah, Hala, go back to her, find out her news and tell me, and what about Amina's pregnancy?

Amina told me she is not surprised.

Surprised by what? She told me: women say that pregnancy exhausts and tires them, some of them.

Can hardly bear it and can't move, and some of them vomit and have cravings.

As for her, no. She did not experience what women usually go through during pregnancy.

In fact, she feels light. That's how it is, Hala. She even told me that she feels at ease with her pregnancy.

As if an unseen hand is caring for her. Keep it to yourself, Hala, keep it to yourself.

This son of mine will have a great future. This is the Meccan merchant, my lord.

Peace be upon you, O king.

Do you know why I sent for you? Speak, O king.

Someone from your people has defiled my church, and this is a grave matter for us. I want him now, then will you accept that.

No, O king, we do not accept. People are free to worship what they wish, that is not for us.

Nor for anyone else, and it was only a foolish boy who committed this reprehensible act and fled to his home. So let him flee.

You knew what I was doing and you let him escape. O king, if you want him, then send someone after him.

My people are noble, they are the leaders of Mecca, and the Sacred House is the heart of the Arabs and their place of pilgrimage, and they will not accept that your companion defiles it, and they will send him to you.

Then what do you find in this house of yours that you venerate, when it is a house of idols? It is the house of our father Ibrahim.

It is the Sacred House, revered by all the Arabs, and the greatest wish of any one of them is to visit it and perform pilgrimage to it, even once in a lifetime.

He circumambulates it and offers sacrifices and vows to it. It is the Sacred House.

The Kaaba is too great to be questioned about; no tyrant ever sought it except he was destroyed.

And no king except it was demolished, and no corrupter or wicked person except he was crushed.

It is the holiest of holies for the Arabs. Did I not open my land for your trade? Did I not allow you to come and go with your caravans in safety?

So for one of you to come and defile my sanctuary, this is a grave matter.

I will not let this go. And what is this glorification of idols that neither harm

nor benefit? You come to the church of Al-Qullays and direct your pilgrimage there, while Yemen is your marketplace.

In it are your tribes, and everything you seek of provision, buying, selling, and profit.

O king, the Arabs will never accept anything in place of the Haram and the Kaaba, even if they all perish.

O army, it is my master's command.

Welcome, my Himyari friend, you are most welcome. Greetings to my friend Abdul Muttalib. What news of the Abyssinians in the land of Yemen?

They have become the kings and we are the followers. They have the best of Yemen and its provisions.

They are the soldiers and the leaders of the soldiers. We are only attached to them. It is a hardship, and we ask the Lord of the Kaaba to remove it.

For every term there is a decree. Our ancestors told us that Nasr ibn Rabi'a,

who was one of the kings of the Tubba', saw a terrifying dream that frightened him greatly.

So he went to the two soothsayers, Shiqq and Satyh, each one separately. He said to Satyh: I saw a dream, can you interpret it for me?

And he did not tell him about it, so Satyh said: Or so they said: O king, I saw a dark smoke coming out of darkness and landing in the land of Tihama,

So it ate every creature with a skull from it. What a dream this is. The king said, You did not miss anything from it. So, my friend, what do you have to say about its interpretation?

Sati'h said, I swear by what is between the two lava fields of snakes, your land will be invaded by the Abyssinians, and they will rule what is between Abyan and Jurash.

He said, By your father, Sati'h, this is truly alarming for us. Will this happen in my time or after?

He said, No, but after a while, more than sixty.

Sixty or seventy years will pass. The king said, Will their rule last or will it end?

He said, No, it will end after a few and seventy years, then they will be killed and driven out, fleeing from it. He said.

Those who come after them will kill them and expel them. He said.

Iram ibn Dhi Yazan will come out against them from Aden and will not leave any of them in Yemen. He said: Will that last in his rule?

His rule or will it end? He said: Rather, it will end. He said: And who will end it? He said: A pure Prophet to whom revelation will come from the Most High.

He said: And from whom is this Prophet?

He said: A man from the descendants of Ghalib ibn Fihr ibn Malik ibn al-Nadr ibn Kinana, and kingship will remain among his people until the end of time.

It is truly a vision. A Prophet will come from the descendants of Ghalib ibn Fihr, from your people, O Abdul Muttalib.