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Spirit Jerebis: Soul of the Believers: Peace Journey
Episode 4: "The Messenger's Life"
Last time on Soul of the Believers: Alan joined A.J. and Stan. The trio checked out the CD and it was interesting to them. It was night time when they left and headed back to the lake. During the night, Helen appeared and she's joined them. On with the conclusion.
The next morning, Stan woke up to two voices talking. He yawned and sat up. A.J. and Helen turned to him. A.J. grinned.
"Finally awake sleepy head?" A.J. asked.
Stan turned to the two.
"She knows everything?" He asked.
"From the beginning: when we met, to the end: when the three of us got back from the Internet Café." A.J. nodded.
Alan jumped with a start, waking up and stared wide-eyed at his surroundings, apparently forgetting the day before.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"Alan." A.J. commented, staring at him.
Alan turned to him and in a flash, everything returned. Alan sighed, but his sight noticed Helen and he stared at her.
"Sis? What are you doing here?!" He exclaimed.
Helen sighed, "I ran away yesterday. Stan and A.J. here are fine with me staying." She explained.
"For the meantime anyways." A.J. muttered.
"We need sleeping bags and food." Stan reminded.
A.J. took out the remaining money and sighed.
"I don't know if this would be enough for long terms." A.J. stated.
Helen glanced at the money.
"We could go rub my foster parents." She suggested.
"That's not a choice." Stan refused.
"... Who are your real parents Helen?" A.J. asked
Helen blinked, staring at A.J.
"... They're dead and have been dead for several years now." She replied.
"How old were you when it happened?" A.J. asked.
"Seven years old. Ryan was 4 and Alan was just a year old. Three years ago it happened. I still have scars from then." Helen explained.
Alan blinked, speechless.
"... Isn't the correct term for us to go rub you and Ryan's foster parents?" Stan asked.
"No. Since Alan was sent back to the orphanage, I and Ryan split up. I was taken by another family and Ryan stayed with the last family that we were with together." Helen explained.
A.J. raised his eyebrow and turned to Stan.
"I have an interesting mission for us to do buddy." A.J. stated.
"Call me Soaring Claw." Stan informed.
"Good. Let's investigate into them; there might be more information to them than just meets the eye." A.J. explained.
"Can we join in it?" Alan asked.
A.J. nodded, "Sure. You two know where the orphanage is." He grinned .
"Alright! We might find out interesting information, like more family members or relatives." Stan agreed.
"So you're in." A.J. smiled.
"What about us?" Ememon asked.
A.J. and Stan sighed.
"That's a good question." Stan admitted.
"Do humans see them in the first place?" A.J. asked.
"We see them." Helen admitted.
"Yeah, but that's because you two have somewhat joined us... I see your point A.J. Are you sure you want to take such a risk?" Stan asked.
"Why don't you take it?" A.J. asked.
"It is your idea friend. Besides, I don't want my soul-warriors to get involved in this." Stan explained.
A.J. sighed, "Very well... Ememon, Zonemon, which one of you are willing to do it?" He asked.
"If the other humans to see us then we can come with you?" Zonemon asked.
A.J. nodded, "You got it."
"We'll both be willing to do it." Ememon decided.
Zonemon nodded in agreement.
"Some people are coming now." Griffonmon informed.
Zonemon and Ememon glanced at each other. Before A.J. gave them the word, the duo rushed out from the hiding spot and intercepted the people coming. It was an old man, holding a cane in one hand and a middle-aged woman holding his other, guiding him. The old man was wearing glasses and used his cane to feel his way. Zonemon and Ememon just stood there.
Helen; A.J.; Stan; Alan; Griffonmon and Greemon all had their heads behind some bushes, having clear view of the scene. The group waited.
'We need to name this spot something. I'll need to talk with A.J. about it, but not while the others are around.' Stan thought.
A.J. blinked and glanced momentarily at Stan. He turned his attention back to the scene and mentally agreed. In the future, he and Stan could return to this spot, with Helen; Alan; Zonemon; Ememon; Griffomon and Greemon, if they would be with them at that time...
Nothing happened... The woman and the blind elder just continued on walking. Zonemon huffed and started tapping his left foot and folded his arms. Ememon did a bolder move and went for a punch at the woman, his hand completely going through her face and out. Ememon froze in his place.
"They're invisible to others." Stan concluded, whispering.
"So it's safe then." Greemon agreed.
Zonemon and Ememon glanced at each other and shrugged, heading back to their hiding spot. Once back at the lake, everyone froze. They all saw a trunk. A dark green trunk strangely made of leather. It had the divine crest of myths on it in the front. The darkness crest of gralen was the lock. Stan and A.J. recognized their crests.
"What's in that?" Helen asked.
"Let's find out." Greemon replied.
A.J. and Stan approached the trunk alone.
"My crest is the lock. Do you think...?" Stan started.
A.J. nodded, "Yes." He replied.
Stan put his palm onto the divine crest of myths and A.J. grabbed onto the lock. Both crests glowed in their respective colors: myths dark green and gralen silver. Of course A.J. didn't know that his crest was a divine type; he knew it was a darkness type. In a moment's notice, both A.J. and Stan were forced back. Both crests vanished and the trunk opened up.
The entire group approached it. A.J. was the first to look in. He blinked.
"I guess money won't be a problem after all." Alan stated.
'It was the general custom of the Arabs living in towns to send their children away to bedouin wet nurses so that they might grow up in the free and healthy surroundings of the desert whereby they would develop a robust frame and acquire the pure speech and manners of bedouins, who were noted both for chastity of their language and for being free from those vices which usually develop in sedentary societies.
'The Prophet (P.B.U.H) was later entrusted to Haleemah bint Abi Dhuaib from Bani Sa'd bin Bakr. Her husband was Al-Harith bin 'Abdul 'Uzza called Abi Kabshah, from the same tribe.
'Muhammad (P.B.U.H) had several foster brothers and sisters: 'Abdullah bin Al-Harith; Aneesah bint Al-Harith; Hudhafah or Judhamah bint Al-Harith (known as Ash-Shayma'), and she used to nurse the Prophet (P.B.U.H) and Abu Sufyan bin Al-Harith bin 'Abdul-Muttalib, the Prophet's cousin. Hamzah bin 'Abdul-Muttalib, the Prophet's uncle, was suckled by the same two wet nurses: Thuyeba and Haleemah As-Sa'diyah, who suckled the Prophet.'
Alan and Helen led A.J.; Stan; Greemon; Zonemon; Ememon and Griffonmon all to the orphanage shelter where Alan and Helen lived some part of their lives. Alan; Helen; A.J. and Stan were careful and cautious, where as Greemon; Zonemon; Ememon and Griffonmon were all careless, since no one saw them. The group hid behind some bushes. Ahead in front of them was the orphanage. Helen nodded towards it.
"That's the place." She whispered.
"Are you two sure about this?" Stan asked.
Alan nodded, "The sooner, the better. If I and Helen are caught, we'd be in big trouble."
"Yeah. For sure the shelter now knows about my disappearance." Helen agreed.
"O.K. Here's the plan... I and Stan are going in. Alan is coming with us and so is Ememon. Helen and the rest of you stay here and stay out of sight." A.J. explained.
Helen mentally sighed, relived that she won't be part of it. Alan winced when A.J. mentioned him, but understood.
"Let's do this." Stan whispered.
Stan; A.J.; Alan and Ememon left the bushes and approached the shelter. Like before, Stan; A.J. and Alan were extremely careful, where as Ememon wasn't worried at all. Alan got more and more afraid, upon getting closer and closer to the shelter. They all reached the shelter safely and found the door locked. Ememon grinned.
"I'll handle this." He volunteered.
He walked through the door and vanished. A few moments later and the door was unlocked and opened. Ememon greeted them, smiling.
"Ememon, when we find the room, you'll keep watch." A.J. whispered.
Ememon nodded. Alan was in the lead ahead and motioned them all to follow him. Ememon closed the door, but left it unlocked. Alan led them to the head shelter's room. A.J. was the first to peek in and found it secure and empty. He nodded inwards and went in. Stan and Alan followed. Ememon closed the door and kept guard from the outside.
Hurriedly, A.J.; Stan and Alan searched through the room, careful not to make a mess. In several moments A.J. finally stopped and smiled. He stood up straight, carrying a folder in his hand. Ememon poked his head in.
"Someone's coming." He informed.
"Take this." A.J. urged.
Ememon put his hand through the door and caught the folder, having it instantly become invisible. He took his hand and head out, just as the door opened and walked back to Helen and the others.
'Traditions delightfully relate how Haleemah and the whole of her household were favored by successive strokes of good fortune while the baby Muhammad (P.B.U.H) lived under their care. Ibn Ishaq states that Haleemah narrated that she along with her husband and a sucking baby, set out from her village in the company of some women of her clan in quest of children to suckle. She said:
It was a year of drought and famine and we had nothing to eat. I rode on a brown she-ass. We also had with us an old she-camel. By Allah, we could not get even a drop of milk. We could not have a wink of sleep during the night for the child kept crying on account of hunger. There was not enough milk in my breast and even the she-camel had nothing to feed him.
We used to constantly pray for rain and immediate relief. At length we reached Makkah looking for children to suckle. Not even a single woman amongst us accepted the Messenger of Allah (P.B.U.H) offered to her. As soon as they were told that he was an orphan, they refused him. We had fixed our eyes on the reward that we would get from the child's father. An orphan!
What are his grandfather and mother likely to do? Se we spurned him because of that. Every woman who came with me got a suckling and when we were about to depart, I said to my husband: "By Allah, I do not like to go back along with the other women without any baby. I should go to that orphan and I must take him." He said, "There is no harm in doing so and perhaps Allah might bless us through him."
So I went and took him because there was simply no other alternative left for me but to take him. When I lifted him in my arms and returned to my place I put him on my breast and to my great surprise, I found enough milk in it. He drank to his heart's content, and so did his foster brother and then both of them went to sleep although my baby had not been able to sleep the previous night.
My husband then went to the she-camel to milk it and, to his astonishment; he found plenty of milk in it. He milked it and we drank to our fill, and enjoyed a sound sleep during the night. The next morning, my husband said: "By Allah Haleemah, you must understand that you have been able to get a blessed child." And I replied: "By the grace of Allah, I hope so."
A.J. and Stan both turned their heads in unison towards the door as the director of the orphanage entered. Alan hastily hid under the desk. A.J. and Stan just stared at the female director, noticing that it seemed that she didn't see them there. In fact, the director just walked through Stan. Stan gasped at the experience and what he saw. The director knelt down and opened a lower cabinet, not paying attention to Alan.
Alan freaked out for only a moment. But upon noticing that she didn't react upon seeing him, he calmed down and became curious. He got out of his hiding place and all three rushed out of the office.
"Didn't she see us?" Alan asked.
"It seems that she didn't." Stan replied.
"But how is that possible?" Alan questioned.
"I don't know." A.J. whispered.
The three rushed out of the shelter and went back towards Helen.
"We need to leave now." Helen stated, standing up.
"I agree. We have the money, so let's get some food and supplies. Ememon, return back to the lake." A.J. explained.
Ememon nodded and rushed off with the folder.
"Is that the right one?" Helen asked, staring at A.J.
A.J. nodded, "I'm the one that found it. Its title was Hamackif Siblings." He replied.
"But that's impossible!" Helen exclaimed.
"We better leave now before someone sees us." Stan reminded.
"Nobody saw us leaving." Alan commented.
"What?" Helen asked.
"That... was a weird experience." A.J. stated.
Stan chuckled, "Tell me about it."
"Supplies... Food... Hello!" Greemon reminded.
Everyone nodded and walked off.
'Muhammad (P.B.U.H) stayed with Haleemah for two years until he was weaned as Haleemah said:
We then took him back to his mother requesting her earnestly to have him stay with us and benefit by the good fortune and blessings he had brought us. We persisted in out request which we substantiated by our anxiety over the child catching a certain infection peculiar in Makkah. At last, we were granted our wish and the Prophet (P.B.U.H) stayed with us until he was four or five years of age.
'When as related by Anas in Sahih Muslim, Gabriel came down and ripped his chest open and took out the heart. He then extracted a blood-clot out of it and said: "That was the part of Satan in thee." And then he washed it with the water of Zamzam in a gold basin. After that the heart was joined together and restored to its place.
'The boys and playmates came running to his mother, i.e. his nurse, and said: "Verily, Muhammad (P.B.U.H) has been murdered." They all rushed towards him and found him alright only his face was white. After this event, Haleemah was worried about the boy and returned him to his mother with whom he stayed until he was six.
'In respect of the memory of her late husband, Amina decided to visit his grave in Yathrib (Madinah). She set out to cover a journey of 500 kilometers with her orphan boy, woman servant Um Aiman and her father-in-law 'Abdul-Muttalib. She spent a month there and then took her way back to Makkah. On the way, she had a severe illness and died in Abwa on the road between Makkah and Madinah.
'Ibn 'Asakir reported on the authority of Jalhamah bin 'Arfuta who said: "I came to Makkah when it was a rainless year, so Quraish said '" Abu Talib, the valley has become leafless and the children hungry, let us go and pray for rain-fall.' Abu Talib went to Al-Ka'bah with a young boy who was as beautiful as the sun, and a black cloud was over his head. Abu Talib and the boy stood by the wall of Al-Ka'bah and prayed for rain.
'Immediatly clouds from all directions gathered and rain fell heavily and caused the flow of springs and growth of plants in the town and the country.
'When the messenger of Allah (P.B.U.H) was twelve years old, he went with his uncle Abu Talib on a business journey to Syria. When they reached Busra (which was part of Syria, in the vicinity of Howran under the Roman domain) they met a monk called Bahira (his real name was Georges), who showed great kindness, and entertained them lavishly.
'He had never been in the habit of receiving or entertaining them before. He readily enough recognized the Prophet (P.B.U.H) and said while taking his hand: "This is the master of all humans. Allah will send him with a Message which will be a mercy to all beings." Abu Talib asked: "How do you know that?"
'He replied: "When you appeared from the direction of 'Aqabah, all stones and trees prostrated themselves, which they never do except for a Prophet. I can recognize him also by the seal of Prophethood which is below his shoulder like an apple. We have got to learn this from our books." He also asked Abu Talib to send the boy back to Makkah and not to take him to Syria for fear of the Jews.
'Abu Talib obeyed and sent him back to Makkah with some of his men servants.
'Muhammad (P.B.U.H), had no particular job at his early youth, but it was reported that he worked as a shepherd for Bani Sa'd and in Makkah. At the age of 25, he went to Syria as a merchant for Khadijah. Ibn Ishaq reported that Khadijah, daughter of Khwailid was a business-woman of great honor and fortune. She used to employ men to do her business for a certain percentage of the profits.
'Quraish people were mostly tradespeople, so when Khadijah was informed of Muhammad (P.B.U.H), his truthful words, great honesty and kind manner, she sent for him. She offered him money to go to Syria and do her business, and she would give him a higher rate than the others. She would also send her hireling, Maisarah, with him. He agreed and went with her servant to Syria for trade.'
A.J. walked into a camping store and went over towards the sleeping bags. He had already eaten with the others in one of the close by restaurants and they were waiting for him at the lake. He got five sleeping bags and paid for them. He carried them back to the lake and during the way back, he thought of a name.
'Providora.' A.J. thought, smiling.
He thought of that since the location provided them with money, pure water and shade. A.J. carefully went into Providora, making sure nobody was watching him. He dropped the sleeping bags close to the bank and Helen was the first to look up.
"Five sleeping bags. There's one for Ememon and Zonemon. I didn't get any for Greemon and Griffonmon. Sorry." He apologized.
Griffonmon shrugged, "No problem A.J. We prefer to sleep on the grass anyway. Right Greemon?" He asked.
"You bet ya partner." Greemon replied, smiling.
A.J. walked over to Stan.
"I thought of a name for this location." He whispered.
"What?" Stan asked, whispering.
"Providora." A.J. replied.
Stan raised his eyebrow, "Suitable enough for me. I'm fine with it."
"... Ow!" Alan moaned, "The day passed by and we didn't get to know more of the Islamic History!" He complained.
A.J. and Stan looked up and the sky was turning to dusk. The duo sighed.
"There's always tomorrow." Zonemon assured.
"And this time I'm coming with the two of you." Helen decided.
"We'll need to go to another café though." A.J. muttered.
"Why?" Alan asked.
"... More solitude. Is that was what you were thinking A.J.?" Stan asked.
"Screw it! With the money we have, we can get a computer, or laptop even." Helen stated.
A.J. raised his eyebrow, "Indeed, but what about energy?" He asked.
"We'll deal with that when it comes." Ememon decided.
A.J. sighed and started to think of a way to get or make energy. The sleeping bags were laid out and ready.
"I'll be the first guard." Griffonmon volunteered.
"Half the night and I'll be next after you." Greemon decided.
"Have it your way buds. It doesn't matter to us." A.J. sighed contently, closing his eyes in his sleeping bag.
The kids; Zonemon and Ememon closed their eyes and dozed off to sleep with Greemon. Greemon made sure that his sleep was light one. Griffonmon smiled, looking up at the night sky.
'When he returned to Makkah, Khadijah noticed, in her money, more profits and blessings than she used to. Her hireling also told her of Muhammad's good manners, honesty, deep thought, sincerity and faith. She realized that she homed at her target. Many prominent men had asked for her hand in marriage but she always spurned their advances.
'She disclosed her wish to her friend Nafisa, daughter of Maniya, who immediatly went to Muhammad (P.B.U.H) and broke the good news to him. He agreed and requested his uncles to go to Khadijah's uncle and talk on this issue. Subsequently, they were married. The marriage contract was witnessed by Bani Hashim and the heads of Mudar.
'This took place after the Prophet's return from Syria. He have her twenty camels as dowry. She was, then, forty years old and was considered as the best woman of her folk in lineage, fortune and wisdom. She was the first woman whom the Messenger of Allah (P.B.U.H) married. He did not get married to any other until she had died.
'Khadijah bore all his children, except Ibrahim: Al-Qasim, Zainab, Ruqaiyah, Umm Kulthum, Fatimah and 'Abdullah who was called Taiyab and Tahir. All his sons died in their childhood and all the daughters except Fatimah died during his lifetime. Fatimah died six months after his death. All his daughters witnessed Islam, embraced it, and emigrated to Madinah.'
COMING UP! EPISODE 5: THE AGE OF VICEROYS
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