Author's Notes: The paragraphs from here on that are in bold, is the history. I got them from one source, a book. It is 'The Sealed Nectar' and the second I'll mention later. A third thing is that I know some stuff that other books didn't mention and I put it on. The history in this episode is from 'The Sealed Nectar'. Credits and copyright goes to 'The Sealed Nectar'.
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Spirit Jerebis: Soul of the Believers: Peace Journey
Episode 3: "Start of the Peaceful Faith"
Last time on Soul of the Believers: A.J. and Stan get their Reliability charges and meet up with Alan which they are about to found out about. On with the conclusion.
"Why were you spying on your older sister?" Stan asked.
Alan sighed.
"Are you living with her?" A.J. asked.
"No." Alan replied.
"Then where are you living?" Stan asked.
"I'm an orphan." Alan replied.
"An orphan?" A.J. asked.
Alan nodded, "I; my older sister and older brother live with the Hamackif family. We aren't Hamackifs though, we're from a shelter. I think Helen and Ryan know who our real parents are. They aren't telling me because I'm young."
"Why aren't you living with them?" Stan asked.
"I used to but I was brought back to the orphan shelter. It was the three of us that were raised. I escaped though just today." Alan replied.
"Why did they bring you back?" A.J. asked.
"Helen and Ryan couldn't do anything but from what I saw in their eyes, I knew they didn't want me to leave them. I'm the sort of rebellious type; I don't listen to my new so-called parents. Helen and Ryan try to straighten me out so that I could stay with them, I miss them but I don't regret anything I did." Alan replied.
"Why did you give us all your money?" Stan asked.
"Where did you get it from in the first place?" A.J. asked.
"I gave you the money because I thought you might hurt me. I'm outnumbered and also the two of you are older than me. I snatched the money for myself." Alan sighed.
A.J. sighed, "You're free to leave us or stay with us. We won't object."
"I don't know. I don't want to be lonely." Alan commented.
"Well, it seems you've decided to stay with us. That's up to you. We aren't going to harm you in anyway." Stan reassured.
"We're not that type." A.J. smiled.
"Hey! I just figured something. This might be one of our journeys together. What do you say we call this journey 'Peace Journey'?" Stan asked.
"Why not? It's fine with me. We'll name every journey we go on together or start together." A.J. nodded.
"One of us can name the journey after we know more about it. We trust each other or at least we should." Stan giggled.
"Yeah. I guess we're pals alright." A.J. shrugged.
"There's the Internet Café my older sister talked about." Alan nodded.
"We're here. Let's go in." A.J. headed towards the entrance.
"What's wrong?" Stan asked.
"I've never gone in there." Alan replied.
"We're with you; don't be afraid, we'll watch your back." Stan reassured.
"I sure hope so." Alan sighed.
The two caught up with A.J. The three went into the internet café with The Islamic Culture CD with A.J.
They entered the Internet Café and headed to a computer. A.J. sat in the center, Alan was towards the window and Stan was to A.J.'s right. A blonde-haired boy came to them.
"Do you need any help?" He asked.
A.J. shook his head, "No, thanks."
"Name's Mark Naneram. I'd be around if you'd need me." The boy greeted.
"O.K." Stan nodded.
Mark walked away. A.J. activated the CD and pressed on the first thing he saw. He read this in his mind as did Alan and Stan, in their minds.
''Abdullah: The father of Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H). 'Abdullah was the smartest of 'Abdul-Muttalib's sons, the chastest and the most loved. He was also the son whom the divination arrows pointed at to be slaughtered as a sacrifice to Al-Ka'bah. When Abdul-Muttalib had ten sons and they reached maturity, he divulged to them his secret vow in which they silently and obediently acquiesced.
'Their names were written on divination arrows and given to the guardian of their most beloved goddess, Hubal. The arrows were shuffled and drawn. An arrow showed that it was 'Abdullah to be sacrificed. 'Abdul-Muttalib then took the boy to Al-Ka'bah with a razor to slaughter the boy. Quraish, his uncles from Makhzum tribe and his brother Abu Talib, however, tried to dissuade him from consummating his purpose.
'He then sought their advice as regards his vow. They suggested that he summon a she-diviner to judge whereabout. She ordered that the divination arrows should be drawn with respect to 'Abdullah as well as ten camels. She added that drawing the lots should be repeated with ten more camels every time the arrow showed 'Abdullah.
'The operation thus repeated until the number of the camels amounted to one hundred. At this point the arrow showed the camels, consequently they were all slaughtered (to the satisfaction of Hubal) instead of his son. The slaughtered camels were left for anyone to eat from, human or animal. This incident produced a change in the amount of blood-money usually accepted in Arabia.
'It had been ten camels, but after this event it was increased to a hundred. Islam, later on, approved of this. Another thing closely relevant to the above issue goes to the effect that the Prophet (P.B.U.H) once said:
"I am the offspring of the two slaughtered" meaning Ishmael and 'Abdullah.
''Abdul-Muttalib chose Amina, daughter of Wahab bin 'Abd Munaf, as a wife for his son, 'Abdullah. She thus, in the light of this ancestral lineage, stood eminent in respect of nobility of position and descent. They were married in Makkah, and soon after 'Abdullah was sent by his father to buy dates in Madinah where he died.
'In another version, 'Abdullah went to Syria on a trade journey and died in Madinah on his way back. He was buried in the house of An-Nabigha Al-Ju'di. He was twenty-five years old when he died. Most historians state that after his death was two months before the birth of Muhammad (P.B.U.H). Some others said that his death was two months after the Prophet's birth.
'When Amina was informed of her husband's death, she celebrated his memory in a most heart-touching elegy. 'Abdullah left very little wealth -five camels, a small number of goats, a she-servant, called Barakah -Umm Aiman- who would later serve as the Prophet's nursemaid.'
'Muhammad (P.B.U.H), the master of Prophets, was born in Bani Hashim lane in Makkah on Monday morning, the ninth of Rabi' Al-Awwal, the same year of the Elephant Event, and forty years of the reign of Kisra (Khosru Nushirwan), i.e. the twentieth or twenty-second of April, 571 A.D., according to the scholar Muhammad Sulaimân Al-Mansourpuri, and the astrologer Mahmûd Pasha.
'Ibn Sa'd reported that Muhammad's mother said: "When he was born, there was a light that issued out of my pudendum and lit the palaces of Syria." Ahmad reported on the authority of 'Arbadh bin Sariya something similar to this. It was but controversially reported that significant precursors accompanied his birth: fourteen galleries of Kisra's palace cracked and rolled down, the Magians' sacred fire died down and some churches on Lake Sawa sank down and collapsed.
'His mother immediatly sent someone to inform his grandfather 'Abdul-Muttalib of the happy event. Happily he came to her, carried him to Al-Ka'bah, prayed to Allah and thanked Him. 'Abdul-Muttalib called the baby Muhammad, a name not then common among the Arabs. He circumcised him on his seventh day as was the custom of the Arabs.
'The first woman who suckled him after his mother was Thuyebah, the concubine of Abu Lahab, with her son, Masrouh. She had suckled Hamzah bin 'Abdul-Muttalib before and later Abu Salamah bin 'Abd Al-Asad Al-Makhzumi.'
A.J. yawned. He looked out of the window and saw that it was getting dark. Alan and Stan noticed too. A.J. turned the program off and took the CD out. He left the seat. He paid the fees and left with Stan and Alan.
"I don't like this." Stan whispered.
"Don't like what?" A.J. asked.
"The Islamic Culture is amazing but it's..." Stan paused.
"Majestic?" A.J. smiled.
Stan nodded, "Somehow knowing this stuff makes a person know the true meaning of life and why he was created."
"We didn't get to that yet but we probably might get to it through the CD." A.J. commented.
"It was pretty good to me." Alan commented.
"Good for you. It's good for youngsters our age and your age to like such stuff." A.J. nodded.
"I have a feeling that we'll become Muslims after all this." Stan whispered.
"What's the problem with that?" A.J. asked.
"We won't fit in." Stan replied.
"Won't fit in? Come on! You read it yourself! There are probably more than 90 million humans that are Muslim now." A.J. explained.
"But most are weak in it." Stan commented.
"You don't know that." A.J. hissed.
"Anyway, we are to learn more of Islam if we're to become Muslims." Stan sighed.
"I have a feeling that I'll like the Islamic culture, somehow it just feels right for my soul." A.J. sighed.
"We're back at the lake." Alan commented.
"Oh good. Now to have some rest." A.J. sighed.
"So? What did you guys find out?" Ememon asked.
A.J. explained to them what he; Alan and Stan learned that day about Islam.
"Did any passers see any of you?" Stan asked.
"No." Zonemon shook his head.
"We're sure of that." Greemon nodded.
"O.K. It's time to sleep now." A.J. sighed.
"I'm with you in that." Stan agreed.
"I am tired." Alan nodded.
The three of them went to sleep in the open air while Greemon; Ememon; Zonemon and Griffonmon all slept in some bushes, out of sight.
A few hours later, during the night. A.J. felt pocking on his shoulder. He tried to move it away but he failed, the pocking came again. A.J. was annoyed, he turned around, waking up. He was about to yell, but quickly covered his mouth. It was the girl he met during the day.
"You startled me." A.J. whispered.
"I'm sorry but may I stay with you guys?" The girl asked.
"Yeah sure. Stan?" A.J. nudged him.
"What?" Stan asked.
He woke up, seeing the girl. He grinned.
"Hey! Look who came back." He whispered.
"I ran away! O.K.?" The girl replied.
"Are you O.K. with her staying with us?" A.J. asked.
"Fine with me. We'll need to talk with Alan later though." Stan replied.
"Alan?" The girl asked.
"Yeah, he's with us." A.J. nodded.
The girl noticed the boy beside Stan. She knew and recognized him.
"I'm sorry; name's Helen Hamackif." The girl greeted.
"A.J. Actonal." A.J. nodded.
"Stan Otomy." Stan nodded.
"So did you guys go to the Internet Café?" Helen asked, sitting down next to A.J.
"We did. Alan had some money with him so we used it. We went there to find out what this CD was about." A.J. explained, showing Helen the CD.
"We'll tell Helen everything, tomorrow. It's night time so let's get some sleep. We'll get some sleeping bags tomorrow." Stan yawned.
He turned around and went to sleep.
"What is it about?" Helen whispered.
"Islamic Culture." A.J. replied.
"Was it valuable?" Helen asked.
"Glorious Start." A.J. mumbled.
COMING UP! EPISODE 4: THE MESSENGER'S LIFE
Rainbow of Time - Strife for the Mysteries - Exit a world of Determination - ... of Courage - ... of Truth - ... of Trust - ... of Conscience - ... of Wisdom - Overcome extremely dangerous journeys - ...ambitions - ... fears - Explore a world of Love - ... of Honesty - ... of Virility - ... of Leadership - Spirit Jerebis