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He got to know the Companions, scholars, and the Most High
A new challenge from me
I am a boy of Shaybah Ibn Rabia
My family is from the land of Ninoa, Iraq
An Arab tribe attacked us
They took me prisoner and sold me in Hijaz
I was a Christian
I work in an orchard for my masters
In a place called Fox's Qarn
Near Taif
The Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, left
From Taif, worried and sad
After his nobles expelled him
And they tempted their fools and slaves with it
They were insulting him and shouting at him
They throw stones at him
So he, may God bless him and grant him peace, left
Lost on his face
He only woke up with the horns of foxes
So he, may God bless him and grant him peace, took refuge
To a grove of grapes for my masters
Some emotion stirred in my heart, Ibn Rabia
When they saw the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
So they called me and told me
Take a bunch of grapes
And take him to that man
So I did, and I did not know the Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace
When I put it in my hands
He extended his hand to him and said
In the name of God, then eat
So I said this is what I said
What the people of this town say
He, may God bless him and grant him peace, said to me
Which country are you from?
I said I am a Christian from Nineveh
He said: The security of the village of the righteous man
Yunus Ibn Matta
I told him, “You don’t know what Yunus is.”
He, may God bless him and grant him peace, said
That brother was a prophet and I am a prophet
So I fell asleep at the hands of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
And his feet, I kiss them and cry with joy
Ibn Rabi'ah said one to the other
As for your boy, he ruined it for you
When I came to them, he said to me
Woe to you, what is this?
I told them what is on earth
Better than this man
Who am I?
The best of centuries
Positions and examples
He followed the Messenger if he sought or said
They were here watering the clouds of our lives
As for us, their remembrance is not exalted
The Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
As for us, their remembrance is not exalted
They left and threw a question in my mind
Is there a star like them in the sky and its hills?
They filled their lives with pride in their actions
And the world of dreams became beautiful for them