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
Id al-Rahman Rafah al-Pasha
May God have mercy on him
Omar bin Al-Jamouh
May God be pleased with him
Omar bin Al-Jamouh
A leader of Yathrib in pre-Islamic times
And Sayyid Bani Salamah Al-Masawd
And one of the best in the city
And those with visions in it
It was the business of the nobles in pre-Islamic times
Each one of them should make an idol for himself in his home
To be blessed with it in the morning and evening
And let him be slaughtered during the seasons
And let him resort to him in times of distress
The idol of Omar bin Al-Jamouh was called Manah
He made it from precious wood
He was very diligent in his care
And taking care of it and wrapping it up, Ibn Fais al-Tayyib
Omar bin Al-Jamouh was over 60 years old
When the rays of faith began to flood the houses of Yathrib house by house
At the hands of the first missionary, Musab bin Umair
So his three children believed in his hands
Moaz, Moaz, and Khallad
He grew up among them and was called Moaz bin Jabal
She believed with his three children, their mother Hind
He knows nothing about their faith
She saw Hind, the wife of Omar bin Al-Jamouh
Yathrib is dominated by Islam
And there is no one left among the noble masters of polytheism
Except for her husband and a few others with him
She loved and revered him
And she feels pity for him to die of disbelief
He will go to hell
And he was at the same time
He fears that his children will abandon the religion of their fathers and grandfathers
And to follow this preacher, Musab bin Umair
Which he could in a short time
To convert many people from their religion
And to bring them into the religion of Muhammad
He said to his wife, Hind
Be careful not to let your children meet this man
I mean, Musab bin Umair
So we can see what we think about it
She said: Listen and obey
But can you hear from your son Moaz?
What he tells about this man
He said: He tells the story: Did Muadh abandon his religion?
I don't know
The righteous woman took pity on the sheikh
She said no
And he memorized something of what he said
He said, "Call him to me."
When he appeared before him, he said:
I hear something this man is saying
And he said
He said, “How good this is.”
Speech and how beautiful it is
Or all his words are like this
Moaz said, “It is better than this, father.”
Can you pledge allegiance to him?
All your people have pledged allegiance to him
The Sheikh was silent for a while, then said
I am not effective until I consult Manah
So look what he says
The girl told him
And what could he say, “Manat, father?”
It is a deaf wood that cannot understand or speak
The sheikh said sharply
Then Omar bin Al-Jamouh went to Manah
And if they wanted to talk to him
They left an old woman behind them
She responds to him with what he inspires her
According to their claim, then he stood in front of him
With his elongated stature, he relied on
His right leg was the other
Very lame
He gave him the best praise and then said:
O Manah, there is no doubt that you are
I knew that this preacher who
We have a delegation from Mecca that does not want to
No one is as bad as you but you
It only came to me that I was forbidden from worshiping you
I hated to pledge allegiance to him though
From what I heard him say, it's beautiful
I seek your advice, so advise me
Mannat did not answer him anything
Maybe you got angry and I didn't
Nothing hurts you yet but
It's okay, I'll leave you for a few days
Until your anger is silenced
The sons of Omar bin Al-Jamouh know
The extent of their father's attachment to his idol
And how it is tomorrow with the timeline piece
Of him but they realized that
His position in his heart began to shake
And they have to take him away from himself
Grabbing, that is his way to
Faith guided the sons of Omar bin Al-Jamouh
With their friend Muad bin Jabal to
He died at night and they carried him from a place
They took him to the pit of Banu Salamah
They throw their fates at them
They put it there and returned
Their homes without anyone knowing about them
When Omar woke up, he went to his idol
To greet him, but he did not find it
He said, “Woe to you, who is there except you?”
On our God tonight
No one answered him anything
He started looking for him inside and outside the house
It foams, foams, and threatens
He vowed until he found him
Hank on his head in the hole
Purify it and make it good
And put it back in place
And he said to him, “By God, if only he knew.”
Who did this to shame him?
When the second night came, he returned
The boys were on his behest, so they did so
Like they did yesterday
When he became an old man, he sought him out
He found him in the hole, stained with fate
And the boys still do
Pray like that every day
When he was fed up with them
He went to him before he slept and took his sword
He hung his head and said to him
Manah, I swear I don’t know
Who does this to you that you see?
If there is good in you, then ward off evil from yourself
This sword is with you
As soon as the boys were sure that the Sheikh
He fell asleep until they woke up
To the idol, they took the sword from its neck
And they took him outside the house
They tied him to a dead dog with a rope
They threw them into a well by Banu Salamah
Destinies flow to it and gather in it
When the sheikh woke up, he did not find anything
The idol went out seeking him
He found him lying face down in the well
Coupled with a dead dog
The sword was taken from him and he did not take it out
This time from the hole but left it
Where they cast his power and he grew up, he says
By God, if you were a god, you would not exist
You and a dog in the middle of a well in Qarn
Then he soon entered the religion of God
Omar bin Al-Jamouh tasted
Which made him bite the finger of remorse
For every moment he spent in the trap
He accepted the new religion with body and soul
He sacrificed himself, his money, and his son
In obedience to God and obedience to His Messenger
It was only a little until it was Uhud
Omar bin Al-Jamouh saw
His three sons are preparing
To confront the enemies of God
And with them they came, smelling like a lion of evil
They are burning with desire to obtain martyrdom
And win the pleasure of God
The situation aroused his fever
He decided to join them in jihad
Under the banner of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
But all the boys
To prevent their father from doing what he intended
He is a very old man
He is also very lame
God Almighty excused him
In those who excuse them
They said to him, Father
God is your excuse
Why do you burden yourself with what God has exempted you from?
The Sheikh became very angry at what they said
He went to the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
Complain about them
O Prophet of God
These my children want
To deprive me of this goodness
They claim that I am lame
By God, I hope to tread
With my lameness, this is paradise
The Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him, said
For my children, pray for God
May God Almighty grant him martyrdom
So they abandoned him because he suffered from the command of the Messenger of God
As soon as it was time to leave
Until Omar bin Al-Jamouh bid farewell to his wife
A parting farewell that will never come back
Then face the Qiblah
He raised his hands to the sky and said
Oh God, grant me martyrdom
And do not return me to my family disappointed
Then he set off, surrounded by his three sons
And large groups of his people, Bani Salamah
And when the heat of the battle became intense
The people dispersed from the Messenger of God, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
Omar bin Al-Jamouh witnessed
He goes through the first generation
He jumps on his right leg
He says that I long for heaven
I long for heaven
Behind him was his son Khallad
The sheikh and his boy are still fighting
Until two of them died as martyrs
On the battlefield
There are only moments between a son and his father
As soon as the battle ended
Until the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace, rose
To the martyrs of Uhud
To cover them with their dust
He said to his friends
Leave them with their blood and wounds
The martyr is upon them
Then he said: No Muslim speaks for the sake of God
Unless the Day of Resurrection comes, blood flowing
The color is like saffron
The smell is like musk
Then he said, bury Omar bin Al-Jamouh
With Abdullah bin Omar
He was in love with each other
pure in the world
May God be pleased with Omar bin Al-Jamouh
And his companions were martyrs of Uhud
And light for them in their graves
Omar bin Al-Jamouh
Sheikh decided to set foot
With his lameness, the jinn