Stop
He got to know the companions, scholars, and notables
A new challenge from me
I am one of the companions of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
I am the prince of immigrants in the land of Abyssinia
I am the cousin of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
And the people most resemble him
He, may God bless him and grant him peace, said to me
You resemble me in appearance and character
Both migrations migrated to Abyssinia
Then to Medina in the seventh year of the Hijra
After the conquest of Khaybar
When the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, saw me, he said
I don't know which one I'm more happy about
By your advance or by the conquest of Khaybar?
People called me the father of the poor
Because of my great sympathy for them
They also called me the one with the wings
And with the pilot
The Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, sent an army to Mutah
It numbered three thousand fighters
He ordered three leaders over them in order
I was the second leader among them
We met the enemy
Their number was one hundred thousand Romans
One hundred thousand of their Arab allies joined them
Then, we did not wait until fighting broke out between us
And it's only moments
Until our first leader fell
He is Zaid bin Haritha, may God be pleased with him
He fell as a martyr
So I raised the banner after him
And I took over the leadership
So I fought hard
This is my first scene with Muslims
When the fighting raged
I got off my chakra horse
So I blocked it so that the enemies would not benefit from it
I was the first Muslim man to sterilize a horse in Islam
Then I fought the Romans while chanting
Oh, the favor of Paradise and its approach
Its drink is good and cold
And the Romans are the Romans whose torment we have saved
An infidel whose lineage is far-fetched
Ali when I met her with her beating
And while I am
When a Roman legionnaire struck me in my right hand and cut it off
My heart fell
So I took him with my left hand
He hit me in the left hand and cut it off
So I hugged the banner against my shoulder until I was killed
So God replaced my arm with me
Two wings in heaven that I can fly wherever I want
And when they wanted to bury me
They found ninety-some wounds on me
Between a sword strike
And stabbed with a spear
And an arrow shot
All of it is in my body
There's nothing on my back
The Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, was affected by my death
And he went to my house in the city
My children started smelling them and their eyes watered
My wife cried
I complained to him about my children
He said to her
The paragraph is hidden for them
I am their guardian in this world and the hereafter
Who am I?