In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Mawaddah Association is pleased
To present to you pictures from the lives of the Companions
By Abd al-Rahman Rafat al-Basha
May God have mercy on him
Omar bin Umayyah Al-Dhamri
May God be pleased with him
It was the fifth year of the Hijra
One of the most difficult years in the war between the polytheists
Muhammad is the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
Because the Quraysh went crazy
When she saw the hand of the Muslims prevailing over her every day
For her, the war had become a war of survival or annihilation
So, every weapon was drawn to eliminate the Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
Including assassination and treachery
The Muslims were not unaware of the plot of the Quraish
Nothing less ferocious and powerful
The eyes and the Fedayeen in both camps were of no consequence
And one day
The Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, stood in the presence of his companions and said
Who goes to Mecca incognito?
It creates an impact on the people that the Arabs remember
He brings us whatever news they have
So Omar bin Umayyah Al-Dhamri rose to him
He said, “I am, O Messenger of God.”
The Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace, was pleased and said:
You are hers, O Abu Umayyah
It was Omar bin Umayyah Al-Dhamri
One of the few Arab survivors
A running heart, a smart heart
He is very bitter and has a sharp intuition
There is no complex that does not have a solution
There is no embarrassment without a way out
For example, the Messenger, may God bless him and grant him peace
He sent a message to the Negus
King of Abyssinia
Al-Najashi sheltered and protected the Muslims
When he was allowed to enter, he was with those entering
He found the ceiling of the door leading to the king's iwan
It has made a lot of low
So that no one can enter it
Except that he was bowing out of respect for the king
Then tomorrow, in front of the door
He twisted and turned on his heel
This was difficult for the people
And they were interested in it
Al-Najashi said
What prevented you from entering as people enter?
And he said
Because we Muslims have been forbidden
About bowing to anyone other than God
He accepted his apology
And in brief
It was Omar bin Umayyah
People are worthy of this task
To which he devoted himself
If it wasn't for one flaw in it
It is for all the people of Mecca
They knew him
Not just his face
But also with his voice and his walk
The Messenger, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, extended his life
A man from the Ansar
So he and his companion left
Aiming for the strongholds of polytheism in Mecca
And they continued walking into the night
They lie in wait during the day
On the verge of being seen by any of the eyes of the Quraysh
They were Yemenis themselves
To bring Abu Sufyan bin Harb
To the city killed or captured
When they became close to Mecca
They tied their camels to one of its distant reefs
They entered it, wrapped in dark robes
Going to the house of Abu Sufyan bin Harb
Al-Ansari said to Omar
O fathers of Maya
I wish we could circumambulate the House and pray two rak’ahs
Then we go on our own
This may be the last time in the house
Omar said to him
It is the custom of the Quraysh when they have dinner
To sit in the courtyards of their homes
Most of them overlook the Kaaba
The people are at war
They are alert to every knock
Al-Ansari said to him pleadingly
I determined you to do so
No evil will befall us, God willing
So-and-so has a lifetime
He went to the house and seven people went around it
Pray two rak'ahs in stone
Then he went out to attend to the matter for which he had come
Omar said
As soon as we completed two rak'ahs
Until I saw a man staring at me in the dark
When he recognized me, he said:
Omar bin Umayyah
By God, he did not come to Mecca except for evil
He raised his voice, making people scream
So I said to my friend
To survive, to survive
The people have made a vow to us
By God, they will braid us
They make my wood our cross
Next to Khabib's wood
We went up two lifts up the mountain
Then the people quickly went out in search of us
I knew people in the coastal areas of Mecca
We still leave one people and enter another
Until they lost us and gave up on us
And they turned back
My friend and I entered a cave at the top of the mountain
We stayed there that night
When we became
Close to the cave we saw a man tending to his horse
We remained in our place and stopped moving
So that he doesn't feel us
But he soon approached the cave
And they entered it
So I said to myself, “He saw us.”
He shouted at the top of his voice, alerting the Quraysh to our place
I had a dagger with me
So he fastened on it and sheathed it on his breast
He shouted a shout that echoed across the reefs
They became shouts
It is only a few
Until I saw people crawling towards the source of the sound
So I returned to my place in the cave
I lived next to my friend
When they found their friend, they found him at his last breath
They said to him: Who hit you?
Omar bin Umayyah said
They said where is he?
He died quickly before he could tell them about us
Even though we were close to them or less
We hear what they say and see what they do
It did not occur to any of them to enter the cave against us
Those who divorced are looking for us behind that
When they did not find a trace of us
They tolerated their friend and took him to Mecca
My friend and I stayed in the cave that day
When the night fell upon us
I told him that we should come
The eyes of the people are scanning the ground searching for us
When he took us on the road to the city
I remembered Khabiba
The polytheists had defeated him and killed him
They crucified him on a stake in the outskirts of Mecca
They set up guards over him
For people to see in the morning and evening
So I said, “By God, you will shun him from them and from his enemies.”
So we made our way to the place where I was staying
When the guards approached us
Someone said
I swear I didn't see a walk
Similar to the walk of Omar bin Umayyah before tonight
Had he not been in the city
I would have said it was him
I remained silent about his article as if it did not concern me
I went towards the wood of steel
When I aligned it
And he fixed it
And uprooted it from its place
And I carried it on my shoulders
And it spread an enemy of infection
Then the guards followed me
And they still kicked me out
Until I reached cliffs beneath which there was a great stream of water
So I threw Khabib into it
So the guards left me
They turned to him to get him out of it
So God hid him from them, and they did not find him
Then my friend and I left
Until we took refuge in a cave in Mount Sahnan
While we are at it
When a one-eyed old man entered upon us
He greeted him, then turned to him and said
From the man
I said: From Banu Bakr
Who are you?
He also said from Bani Bakr
So I said hello
Then I soon fell asleep
He raised his singing voice and said
I am not a Muslim as long as I live
There is no religion for Muslims
So I told him to myself, you will know
Then I gave him some time
When he fell asleep, I took my bow
So I placed one end of it in his right eye
I supported her with all my weight
Until it reached the bone
Then I woke up my friend and said:
To survive, to survive
You have caused something
We went towards the city
When we landed at Naqi'
Two nights away from Yathrib
So we are two-legged polytheists
The Quraysh sent them to investigate
Muslim news
I billed my bow and said
Take captivity and my father
I shot one of them with an arrow
Pride of Sariah
The second was captured
So I bound him with a bond
I presented it to the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
With all its secrets and news
When the Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him, saw us
His face sunk and his mouth widened
He said: “The faces have succeeded.”
Then he started asking me about our news
And I started telling him stories
And he laughs