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He got to know the Companions, scholars, and the Most High
A serious challenge to who I am
I am a Coptic companion from Egypt
I was a servant of Abbas bin Abdul Muttalib, may God be pleased with him
So he guided me to the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
So he freed me when I informed him of the conversion of Al-Abbas, may God be pleased with him
So she became a servant of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
I converted to Islam before the battle of Badr
We had entered Islam, the people of the household
Al-Abbas converted to Islam and his wife, Umm Al-Fadl, converted to Islam and converted to Islam
Al-Abbas, may God be pleased with him, was
He fears his people and hates their differences
He was concealing his Islam
He had a lot of money and was dispersed among his people
Abu Lahab was the enemy of God
He missed the Battle of Badr
When the news came about the affliction of the companions of Badr from the Quraysh
God suppressed him and disgraced him
I used to make cups and carve them in the Zamzam room
By God, I am sitting there carving my cups
I have Umm al-Fadl sitting
We were pleased with the news
Then Abu Lahab approached, dragging his feet with humans
Until he sat against the wall of the room
His back was to my back
While he was sitting
When Abu Sufyan bin Al-Harith came
Abu Lahab said
So he sat down to him
And he said
My nephew told me how people were
He said nothing
By God, he is nothing but the people's infidelity
We gave them our shoulders and they killed us as they wished
And they capture us as they please
By God, I did not blame people
We met white men on Balak horses
Between heaven and earth
By God, nothing can help her
So I raised the curtain of the room with my hand
Then I said, “By God, these are angels.”
Abu Lahab raised his hand
He hit my face hard
So he rebelled
So he bore me and hit the ground with me
Then he blessed me and hit me
I was a weak man
Umm al-Fadl stood up to one of the pillars of the room
So I took it and hit him with it
A hateful grief rose in his head
She said she considered him weak if his master was absent from him
So he stood up, humiliated
By God, he only lived for seven nights
Until God gave him an ulcer and it killed him
His two sons left him for two or three nights to bury him
Even you are in his house
The Quraysh feared the ulcer and its infection
People also fear the plague
Until a man from Quraish told them
And they command you not to be ashamed
Your father has stinking in his house, so do not leave him
He said we fear this ulcer
He said, “If they divorce, I will be with you.”
They did not wash him except by throwing water on him from afar
What they touch
Then they took him to his bed
So they buried him at the top of Mecca, against a wall
They threw stones at him until they covered him
Then she immigrated to the city
I witnessed the invasions with the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
I asked him for permission to take from the charity
He said that the people's guardian is from themselves
It is not permissible for us to give charity
Who am I?
We will confirm the correct answer in the comments
When the next episode comes out
God willing
The best situations and examples of the centuries
He followed the Messenger when he sought or said
They were here watering the clouds of our lives
Their remembrance is exalted in us
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 selfishness has become apparent to them