One night, Ibraahim had a recurring dream. In the dream, he was sacrificing his son. The dreams of prophets are revelation. This was a command from Allah.
Ibraahim obeyed. He led Hajar and the suckling baby across the desolate plains until they stood in a hollow of scorched earth, with no trees, no water, no people. He placed them under a lone acacia tree, left a small bag of dates and a waterskin, and turned to leave. nabi ibraahim caruurtiisa
Years passed. His beloved wife, Sarah, was a woman of noble lineage and deep wisdom, but her womb was as barren as the desert they now wandered. Ibraahim was old, his bones weary, and Sarah was beyond the age of motherhood. The promise of Allah—that he would be the father of nations—seemed like a distant, impossible star. One night, Ibraahim had a recurring dream
With a faith that shook the heavens, Hajar replied, “Then He will not abandon us.” The water and dates soon ran out. Ismaeel cried and thrashed in thirst. Hajar, in a state of frantic love, ran between the hills of Safa and Marwah seven times, searching for water or a caravan. Finally, on her seventh climb, she heard a voice. She cried out, “I hear you! Do you have help?” This was a command from Allah
One evening, under the scorching heat of Palestine, three visitors appeared. Ibraahim, ever the generous host, rushed to slaughter a calf and bring fresh milk. But these were no ordinary travelers; they were angels sent by Allah. When they declined the food and delivered their message, Sarah, listening from behind the tent flap, laughed.
She asked, “Did Allah command you to do this?”