Peace be upon you, O one who is present. Peace be upon you, my son.

Who is the man sitting under that tree? An Arab man.

A Qurayshi from Mecca, the one who sat under that tree is not a Prophet.

The one who sat under that tree is not the one. What did you say, sir?

Its leaves become green when someone sits under it.

Muhammad is under it.

Tell us, Ibn al-Huwairith, what have you brought us from al-Sham?

O Ahnaf of Mecca, I have become Christian.

And which denomination of the Christians? The Roman denomination.

The denomination of the Caesar, and I have met him.

You met the emperor? Listen.

I am inviting you to enter my denomination.

They will crown me king. The emperor and the Ghassanid queen have ordered Ibn Jafnah to imprison the Quraysh traders and block their trade if they refuse to accept me as their king.

And I promised him that I would restrict the people of Mecca to his religion.

And the Arabs follow Quraysh. Listen, Ibn al-Huwairith.

We are searching for the truth, searching for the true religion, searching for the religion of our father Ibrahim, and we are not seeking kingship.

So what story do you bring us? By Allah, it does not matter to us whether we are kings or commoners.

By Allah, I will travel the land until I find the religion of the Prophet of Allah, Ibrahim.

Until then, I will withdraw from the worship of Quraysh and its idols.

And I will criticize their gods without fear or hesitation.

They will not leave you alone. Come to me.

Come to me, help me so I can be a king. Our paths have parted, O son of al-Huwairith.

By Allah, I do not believe in a religion that says Allah is the third of three.

Zayd ibn Amr ibn Nufayl was not able.

He could not bear the worship of idols.

So he went out searching for the religion of Ibrahim, peace be upon him, the upright monotheism, and he would say,

One Lord or a thousand lords? Should I worship if matters are divided?

I have renounced both al-Lat and al-Uzza.

And so does the steadfast and patient one: I do not worship al-Uzza nor her daughters, nor do I visit the idols of Banu Amr.

But I worship the Most Merciful, my Lord, so that the Forgiving Lord may forgive my sin.

Listen, son of al-Haw.

To be a king and to force people to enter the religion of Caesar.

That is your business. As for me, I believe in Allah, the One.

And I am waiting for the appearance of a Prophet as mentioned in the Gospel.

And I do not care, not about kingship.

Nor about authority. I am like a leaf; when the true religion comes,

I will follow its sent Prophet.

Riding in haste, so where to? To the house of my aunt Khadijah. Humanity overflows from you, so do you carry any good news? And it is good news for you too, O son of al-Harith.

Muhammad has returned from his journey; he traded and made a profit.

And my aunt is extremely happy; she has never made a profit in any trade.

Like the profit from Muhammad's caravan.

I am not your candidate. Yes, yes, Muhammad is a good man, goodness flows from his hands. Hurry, for this is a matter of great consequence. Hurry.

By Allah, my lady, I saw something amazing from him. Whenever the sun's disk would scorch the caravan, a cloud would come and shade him.

I have never seen a merchant like him. He does not say to the buyer,

My brother, this is the price of the goods, it does not increase nor decrease.

And the owner of the goods wants to sell for this price. If you want it, that's good, and if you don't, I have no hand in lowering or raising the price.

I am only a trusted agent for it.

By Allah, my lady, people would rush to buy from him.

Until our goods sold out in the blink of an eye.

And we returned with the greatest profit. This is a blessed man, my lady. I never heard an obscene word from him.

Nor did I see any arrogance or pride from him, nor did I hear a single lie from him.

Muhammad ibn Abdullah was a blessed man.

My lady, he is blessed, truthful, and trustworthy.

By Allah, I saw a cloud walking above Muhammad, my master, whenever the midday heat became intense.

Then he sat under a tree, and an old monk came and asked me, "Who is this?" I said, "A man from Quraysh."

He said, "No one has ever sat under this tree except a Prophet."

Yes, by the Lord of the Kaaba, my lady, Khadijah, I have only told you what I heard and saw.

If this is true, Khadijah.

Muhammad is the Prophet of this umma.

And I knew that there would be a Prophet for this umma who is awaited. This is his time.

O people of Quraysh, what if you made me your king?

And here is the letter from Caesar of Rome, crowning me king over the peninsula, so I could subdue the Arabs for you, make you kings and leaders among the people, and tie your fate to that of Caesar.

Quraysh is like a she-camel, neither ruling nor being ruled. Obey me, or I will become your king even if you hate it.

The king of Rome will not force us to do what we do not want, O son of Al-Huwairith.

And your trade, does it not force you?

What if Caesar of Rome prevents you and blocks you from Syria?

So this is how it is, O son of al-Huwairith: you come to al-Sham and deliver Caesar's letter to Ibn Jafnah, and Sa'id ibn al-As is imprisoned.

And Abdha'ib al-Amiri and others, until we accept you as king and you force us into the religion of Caesar.

We must free our prisoners. You will regret this.

Not even an hour of my blood. You have done something reprehensible, O son of al-Huwairith.

We would never submit to Caesar of Rome or appoint you as king over us by force, then you imprison the sons of your people in al-Sham, conspiring with the Romans against them.

Who will go to ransom them? I will go to al-Sham. You will see.

As for Uthman ibn al-Huwayrith, he left after Mecca rejected him.

He became a king and died poisoned in al-Sham. As for Zayd ibn Amr ibn Nufayl.

He went wandering through the lands, asking the monks about the religion of the Prophet of Allah Ibrahim.

Until he met a monk who told him: You will not find with us what you are looking for.

But a Prophet whose time has come, and whose appearance is near in Mecca, so he returned quickly, and died on the way, killed.

Khadijah bint Khuwaylid, may Allah be pleased with her.

She was a wise, noble, and intelligent woman, and Allah had honored her. When Maysarah told her what he had seen and heard,

she sent for the Messenger of Allah ﷺ.

She said, as is mentioned in the books of biography,

O son of my uncle, I have desired you because of our kinship, your status among your people, your trustworthiness, and your good character.

She made clear to the Messenger of Allah ﷺ her wish to marry him, and she was forty years old.

And the age of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ.

Twenty-five years old, and at that time Khadijah was among the noblest women of Quraysh in lineage and the most honored among them.

And she was the wealthiest. All her people were eager for that if they could attain it.

She is Khadijah bint Khuwaylid ibn Asad ibn Abd al-Uzza ibn Qusayy ibn Kilab, and her lineage meets with the Messenger of Allah ﷺ.

At their ancestor Qusayy.

So he mentioned that to his uncles, and they went to her uncle, Amr ibn Asad.

Because her father, Khuwaylid ibn Asad, had passed away, and he was among those who had proposed to Khadijah.

The uncle of the Prophet, Abu Talib, and his uncle Hamza, and Abu Talib stood up.

And he delivered the marriage proposal speech in front of her uncle, Amr ibn Asad, and said: To proceed.

Muhammad is someone who, if compared to any young man in Quraysh, he outweighs them in honor, nobility, virtue, and intellect.

And if there is little wealth, then wealth is only a fleeting shadow, a borrowed possession that will be taken back, and he has an interest in Khadijah bint Khuwaylid.

She desires him, and he desires her in the same way.

She was the first woman he married, may Allah be pleased with her.

O Lord of the Kaaba, bless the marriage of Muhammad, O Lord.

How happy you are, Baraka, with the marriage of Muhammad. How could you not be, when he is my son.

So you will leave then? You will go to the beloved's house? Of course, Umm Talib, how could I leave the trustworthy beloved?

O Lord of the Kaaba, protect Muhammad and grant him sons and a happy life, O Lord. May you be blessed, Muhammad, may you be blessed, Khadija. Baraka.

The noble woman met the trustworthy one. Let's go prepare lunch.

Come, Zubair.

Come, come. Where were you? I was at the house of my nephew Muhammad and his wife Khadija.

And how did you find Muhammad and his wife? Ah, congratulations, my brother Hamza.

This is the first time joy has entered my heart.

Since the killing of Al-Awwam in the Fijar war.

Ah, Abu Ammar. Why are you crying, Safiya?

Happiness, joy, purity, and cheerfulness hover over the house of my nephew Muhammad and his wife Khadijah, as they are content and at peace.

With their infant son al-Qasim, may the Lord of the Ka'bah protect Muhammad, his wife, and his son.

Perhaps this marriage to the noble and wise Khadijah will compensate him for what he suffered from orphanhood and hardship.

This is your uncle, Zubair. I want you to be a knight like your father. Yes, uncle. Has my grief over his father not been enough, my brother?

Don't worry, Safiyyah. Umm 'Ammarah is inside, I will go visit my nephew Muhammad.

And after that, to hunting, my brother. What should I do, Safiyyah?

My bow and my horse, I find no pleasure greater than hunting and roaming the wilderness.

And you know your brother. He fears neither man nor beast. Congratulations to the family of Hashim for having you, my brother.

Be a knight like your uncle, Zubair. When I return.

For you, my bow as a gift, and you do not trouble your mother.

Yes. My son, your father is steadfast.

Why does your friend Muhammad disagree with the opinion of Homs?

And you know that all of Quraysh holds the opinion of the Hums, O Utbah.

Before you ask Abu Bakr about his opinion regarding the Hums.

And you are intelligent and wise, does anything about Muhammad's matter trouble you?

Yes. I ask you by the Lord of the Kaaba.

Say, O Abu Bakr, we are all from Quraysh, and we all know each other.

Do you accuse Muhammad? I only speak the truth.

Muhammad ibn Abdullah, he is the truthful and loyal one, an excellent neighbor.

And an excellent father and grandfather in lineage and honor.

We have known nothing about him since he was born until now except complete trustworthiness.

And by Allah, he is the trustworthy. By Allah, he is my companion and what an excellent companion, he is generous and compassionate towards the weak.

He proclaims the truth and does not fear the blame of anyone, and if he saw in Homs what agreed with his beliefs, he would say so.

But according to what he says, he sees in the behavior of the people of Homs things he does not approve of. Like what?

O son of Rabi'ah, we have believed in the way of the Hums and accepted it, so we stopped standing at Arafah and leaving from it.

And we did not wear the ihram garments, and we imposed things on the Arabs.

That were not there before, and Muhammad.

Does not accept that nor acknowledge it.

An opinion they adopted to honor Quraysh. May Allah destroy from them the deed of the elephant and defeat the Abyssinians.

And this leads them to abandon the rituals of Hajj. Muhammad does not see that nor accept it. Perhaps he followed the way of Hanif like Zayd ibn Nufayl.

This is an opinion Muhammad held, and Quraysh follows the view of the Hums but does not agree with him on it.

Are you crying, Baraka? Has something happened to you? You are in Muhammad's house, and I think you must be happy there.

I don't think Muhammad is withholding anything from you, for he is now well-off.

He has set you free.

Is this why you are crying?

Your situation is strange, Baraka. Does a freed slave cry because her master set her free?

Does anyone cry after being freed from slavery?

Yes, yes, son of Abdul Muttalib.

Yes, my master. Abu Ubaidah al-Ansari has come forward to marry me.

So he freed me.

He freed you and married you to Abu Ubaid.

And by Allah, he wants for you what you deserve.

Freedom, marriage, and a peaceful home.

I envy you, Baraka. We all envy you, Baraka.

You are one of us. We are happy for your happiness and sad for your sadness.

Except for me, by Allah, there is nothing I love more than being close to Muhammad.

He wants good for you, Baraka. He wants you to be happy in your husband's home, and he says that Baraka is my mother.

After my mother.

Welcome, welcome Hakim, welcome my friend Hakim. Welcome.

Welcome, welcome. You have returned from al-Sham, Hakim. How was your trade? It was a successful and profitable trade.

It seems you brought slaves from al-Sham. This is a boy who was captured, so I bought him.

And I will gift him to my aunt Khadijah. What is your name, boy?

Zayd. Zayd ibn Haritha. Which tribe are you from? From Banu Kalb. Zayd ibn Haritha al-Kalbi.

Why are you sad?

Yes, it is slavery, but listen.

You were fortunate that fate placed you in the hands of this man, who will bring you into the noblest houses of the Arabs. You are right, son of Harith.

And there is no doubt that this will ease the pain of slavery for you.

And you will be in the care of a trustworthy guardian, and the most noble lady of Quraysh in generosity and honor.

Hakim, I have missed you, let us meet tonight.

Alright, as soon as I recover from the fatigue of travel.

And Hakim ibn Hizam gifted his aunt Khadijah bint Khuwaylid Zayd ibn Harithah.

So the Messenger of Allah ﷺ asked her to give him as a gift.

So she gave him to him as a gift, and he freed him and adopted him.

And that was before it was entrusted to him.

And his father Haritha was deeply distressed over him.

He cried for him when he lost him.

He wandered aimlessly searching for his son and saying,

I cried for Zayd and did not know what happened to him.

Is he alive, so there is hope, or has his time come before him?

The sun reminds me of him when it rises.

And his memory comes to me when it sets and disappears.

I will drive the camels across the land, striving.

And I will not tire of wandering, unless the camels themselves tire.

O Bazee, Muhammad has freed your son and adopted him.

And he gave him the freedom to choose, so he said.

O Zayd, if you wish, stay with me.

And if you wish, go with your father.

By Allah, and by my life.

No one among the Arabs has done this.

A man frees a slave he owns.

Then he adopts him, and gives him the freedom to choose whether to stay with him or return to his family.

So what do you say, O Zayd?

I would never choose anyone over Muhammad ibn Abdullah.

Rather, I will stay with him. He freed me and adopted me as one of his own children.

And I. I cannot bear to part.

Forgive me, my father. O Allah.

I have heard Khadijah's saying for a long time, and I hold on to hope.

And I know.

I know that a Prophet will come.

And I, I am patient for You to send him, O Allah.

Will Muhammad be Your awaited Prophet, O Lord?

I am waiting.

Patient, seeking reward from Allah.

I am waiting. Waiting.

Tell me, by Allah, how is Muhammad? You have grown up, Iman.

Muhammad is well, and by the Lord of the Kaaba, my eyes have never seen a man like him, nor a woman like his wife Khadijah, nor even daughters as pure as his daughters.

Oh, how my heart grieves for you. He has lost Al-Qasim, At-Tayyib, and At-Tahir.

Only his daughters remain, yet I have not seen among the Arabs a man who cares for his daughters as he does. If only the Arabs would learn to show kindness to their daughters like him.

Where are you going, Umm Ayman? I miss him, so I go to his house to check on him, his wife, and his daughters.

He keeps asking about you and says.

Umm Ayman is my mother after my own mother. Oh, my mother's heart.

The caller, the caller, O people of Quraysh. The caller, the caller, the Kaaba has been violated.

The treasure of the Kaaba has been stolen, O people of Quraysh, this is a disaster, a disaster.

Your chick. the Kaaba.

O Quraysh! O Quraysh!

They have stolen the treasure of the Kaaba, O people of Quraysh, catch them.

They have stolen the treasure of the Kaaba, O people of Quraysh.

Catch them! Disaster, disaster! Disaster, disaster! Catch them, O people of Quraysh!

Are you a gang of thieves? Do you dare violate the Sacred House?

O Abu al-Hakam, why do you torture your slaves? O Abu Talib, they have.

They have stolen the treasures of the Kaaba. The treasure was found with Duwaiyk, the servant of Banu Mulayh ibn Amr al-Khuza'i. What?

Did you not hear, Abu al-Hakam? And here you are torturing your slaves and maidservants without verifying, and this is not permissible by any custom or religion.

Where to? To Dar al-Nadwa.

Empty-handed.

O leaders of Quraysh.

And you are the leaders of the Arabs and the neighbors of the Sacred House, which you are its people.

The Arabs come as pilgrims and visitors from every direction.

They bring their sacrificial animals, they buy and sell, and they do not consider anyone equal to you.

I ask you by Allah, isn't this more honorable for Quraysh?

To protect the Kaaba and guard it from thieves.

And those are the ones whose souls are emptied.

That the hand of a thief who reaches for the treasures of the Sacred House should be cut off.

This is how we found it, O Abu Talib.

What should we do, Abu Talib? O Utbah ibn Rabi'ah.

What do you think? What you said is correct, Abu Talib.

It is not permissible to leave the House like this.

So, give us your opinion. I think we should fortify the House.

How? We rebuild it.

You mean we demolish it and then rebuild it? No, Abu Talib.

Why not, people of Quraysh, if the goal is noble.

We demolish it and rebuild it. Why not make it a strong roof and a thick door?

Then there would be no way for thieves to reach the treasure well in the Sacred House.

But I ask you, isn't Hubal inside it?

So why didn't he prevent the thieves from stealing right before his eyes?

Ibn Nawfal, all of Mecca knows that you do not approve of its religion nor believe in it.

But do not speak ill of our gods. I am not speaking ill.

There is no regret, and the question was not an accusation but a request for clarification.

O people of Quraysh, what Abu Talib said.

It is the truth. Is it because he is the son of your sister Fatima?

Who dares to start with that?

O my people, let us seek guidance from the Lord of the House.

And we wait for a sign to guide us. O people of Quraysh. O people of Quraysh.

I saw something amazing. What did you see? What is it, Harith? The snake.

The snake that is perched on the wall of the Kaaba, and it is hissing. What about it?

An eagle came and snatched it away.

This is a good sign.

O people of Quraysh, I think we should rebuild it in a way that befits it, and we only seek good if the Lord of the House wills.

I will start with the sacrifice.

And let's wait until tomorrow morning. If nothing happens to me,

this means that the Lord of the House is pleased with what we have done.

That's a good opinion. And why should the master be deprived?

The sacrifice of Quraysh. O Abu al-Hakam, O son of my brother.

I don't think you will be sad if something happens to me, and I think you are waiting anxiously, hoping to take my place as the leader of Banu Makhzum.

O my people.

We only wanted good.

By the Lord of the Kaaba, O Allah, You have not been seen, I only want the truth.

No, by the Lord of the Kaaba.

O Allah, we have not tasted, O Allah, You have not seen.

An exhibition, not to al-Kheef.

O my people, I have done it. I have demolished from the side of the corner. Let us postpone the matter until tomorrow morning.

If I am harmed, then restore what I have demolished and do not demolish anything else. But if I return to you safely, then proceed with what we are doing.

The Messenger ﷺ.

He would not do any of the reprehensible things of his people. He would not consume usury, nor perform sujud to the idols of the Kaaba.

He rejected the opinion of the man from Homs and what he called to.

He used to devote himself in seclusion, reflecting in the cave of Hira.

He would go into deep thought.

O people of Quraysh.

Let us divide the work.

The side of the door is for Banu Abd Manaf and Banu Zuhra, and the area between the Yemeni Corner and the Black Stone.

For Banu Makhzum and those with them.

And the back of the Kaaba is for Banu Jumah.

As for the side of the Hijr, it is for Banu Abd al-Dar ibn Qusayy.

And with them are Banu Asad ibn Abd al-Uzza. Even Ghanim, O Hakim, what is this?

These are pieces from a Roman ship that sank near Yanbu, they were bought.

The people of Mecca are using its wood to make the roof of the Kaaba. You did well. How is my companion? He has turned to you.

And I have as well.

One thing remains.

I hope we won't disagree about it. The Black Stone remains.

No, it belongs to Banu Makhzum. He will not place the Black Stone in its place.

Except for Banu Makhzum, for Al-Walid was the first to begin the demolition.

Sacrificing himself. It will only be for us.

O people of Quraysh, how can that be except among the sons of Abd Manaf, and they are the highest? We are all Quraysh.

Not all of Quraysh belong to Qusay, and not all of Qusay are Abd Manaf. Enough boasting, Abu Sufyan.

Do you not hear?

O people of Quraysh, do you agree that the first to enter the Kaaba will judge between you?

Yes, what do I think? I am satisfied. What do you think?

This is a sign of approval from the Lord of the Kaaba.

O people of Quraysh.

That is there, my nephew, the trustworthy Muhammad ibn Abdullah is telling you.

Bring me a cloth, and let each tribe among you take hold of it.

Among you, Banu Abd Manaf, Banu Adi, Banu Makhzum, and Banu Jumah.

The trustworthy Muhammad is telling you: Are you satisfied? We are satisfied. Lift it together.

O people of Quraysh.

I clothe the Kaaba one year, and Quraysh clothes it the next year.

You have been fair, son of al-Mughira, you have been fair.

And if we had wealth, we would not have let you bear its cost. And so Quraysh rebuilt the Kaaba.

And it remained that way during the time of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ.

Eighteen cubits.

And the age of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ

on the day it was rebuilt, and when he placed the Black Stone in its place with his blessed hands, was thirty-five years.

In the time of ignorance, it was covered with fine Egyptian linen and Yemeni garments.

The Messenger of Allah ﷺ became highly respected in the eyes of the people of Mecca.

For the solution he came up with, and none of them objected after they had almost fought.

They all calmed down, and all of Quraysh.

Used to call the Messenger ﷺ before his prophethood,

Al-Amin, Muhammad ibn Abdullah ibn Abdul Muttalib.

Until when, O Salman? Until when?

O Lord, and the security of good news. I praise You alone.

And I worship You alone, and I do not associate anything with You.

Waiting for one. What are these castles?

Are they close to what I am seeking?

Are they close to the land of the Prophet who will be sent?

I am not surprised by our friend Muhammad, son of al-Harith.

Has anything about him troubled you? No, nothing has troubled me.

But I am surprised by what I have heard and come to know.

And what did you hear? Praise be to Allah, he performs sujud to our gods and does not honor al-Makuba, al-Lat, and al-Uzza.

And once I heard him say: They are nothing but stones, and it is not fitting for the House of Allah to be defiled by them.

O Hakim, this is a grave matter, so keep it secret from Muhammad.

As you know, the leaders of Quraysh are lying in wait for Banu Hashim.

Look, this is our friend Abu Bakr Qajja, I will ask him. Hold back, Hakim, I do not want any hostility towards Muhammad.

Woe to you, son of al-Harith, Abu Bakr is the one who loves Muhammad the most, and he does not compare him to anyone.

O Abu Bakr, you are late. Here I am, come to me.

He was given a position among Quraysh, he is Mus'ab ibn Umair, and the most handsome young man in Mecca.

What era is this, O Mus'ab? Take it easy on the maidens of Mecca, O Mus'ab.

O Khalid, son of Sa'id.

I ask you something, O Abu Bakr, so tell me the truth.

Is it like this, O son of Hizam?

If Abu Bakr's words are not believed, then who will be believed? Especially since our hearts are pure, and we are sincere.

The men of Quraysh are for Quraysh, so tell me, since you know my affection for you.

Yes, by Allah, I know.

And this conversation is confidential and will not be shared with anyone.

So what do you say about Muhammad? Muhammad? Woe to you, Hakim, you ask me about Muhammad? By the Lord of the Ka'bah, the earth has not carried anyone more truthful in speech than Muhammad.

You are right, Abu Bakr. And do not say there is an amana that a man can bear as Muhammad bears it.

But I do not know anything else. Then say it. He has separated himself from our gods.

He does not perform sujud to them, nor does he hold the view of the khums.

He does not affirm any belief in the religion.

He does not do as they do in the rituals of Hajj.

He leaves from Arafat as the people do, and he makes sa'y between Safa and Marwa, and he throws the pebbles.

Have you ever heard him insult anyone, Hakim?

No, I have never heard him do so.

And the tongue of Muhammad does not speak obscenities.

Say, Abu Bakr, say, do you have anything to say about this?

Why don't you respond? Do you have anything to say about this?

Why are you silent? Say, Abu Bakr. No, no, I have nothing.

But this is Abu Sufyan Sakhr ibn Harb approaching. Change the subject. Welcome, Qurayshi companions.

Where are you?

Why aren't you looking, Abu Bakr? A light shone over the mountains of Mecca.

It lit them up for you as if they were lanterns. It's one of those meteors that fall from the sky from time to time.

So what could this be, O leader of Quraysh?

We usually say, a man dies, a man lives, or a king dies, a king lives.

There, Muhammad turns to pure monotheism. That companionship became famous and turned into a proverb. And I ask by the Lord of the Kaaba that the days only make it stronger.

An old companionship from the time of the Hilf al-Fudul, in the house of Abdullah ibn Jud'an al-Taymi, and you left it, my cousin, and before that you were among the Mutayyibin.

We did not call for it, rather you were invited, but you did not respond. That is something that has passed—no, it has not passed.

It is still the same. They are our allies.

I speak the truth: the Hilf al-Fudul is one of the best alliances in the history of the Arabs.

It only called for noble deeds.

And it would have been more fitting for you, O sons of Abd Shams,

to join it. Leave our cousins to us, son of Hizam.

And do not dip your hand in hardships, for you will not gain anything. Do not go too far, son of Harb.

I am only reminding you of your alliances that you have abandoned. It was not for me to sit in this gathering, cousin.

We have known you as forbearing, so where are you going? To where my forbearance is not lost and my anger does not overtake it.

I did not mean to anger you, son of Harb, we are only discussing the affairs of Mecca and its people. Why concern yourself with something that has passed?

If only it had passed, son of Harb, if only it had passed.