Chapter 5

About this time, Nayeem also left Madinah. His camel was strong and hence fast. He crossed each leg of the journey with haste and speed. He arrived in Makkah after a few days. Upon arriving in Makkah he learned that Huwayy Ibn Akhtab was staying at the house of the Quraish chief Abu Sufyian. Therefore, without stopping anywhere, Nayeem went straight to residence of the the Quraish chief.

Huwayy was there. Nayeem greeted him.

"You have returned!" said Huwayy with some surprise.

"Yes, honourable chief."

"You have returned promptly."

"I did not break the journey at all," replied Nayeem.

"Very well. Did you meet Qaab Ibn Asad?"

"Yes, we arranged a meeting in the mountains."

"What was his response?"

"He gave his word to cooperate with you. He also asks you to meet him at the conclusion of this visit. He wishes to know all about the campaign."

"Certainly. He has a right to inquire."

"When did you arrive in Makkah?"

"Three days ago."

"But you left much earlier than me!"

"I have contacted other tribes on my way here."

"Did you have some success?"

"Enormous success! Banu Wail not only gave their word, but their chiefs Hawdhah Ibn Qayes and Abu Ammar even accompanied me on the journey to Makkah."

"What do the Quraish say?"

"We are doing eveything to fuel their zeal for revenge. I have sent emissaries to the nearby Bedouin tribes. We are due to have a gathering of the chiefs of Quarish and all other tribes in the Alliance for the final planning and decision making."

"I believe we now have the power to stand against those Muslims. We must have our revenge!"

"We the Isralites are a nation of might and cunning. If we combine with it, the ruthlessness and fearlessness of the Arabs of Hijaz, I believe our victory is certain. We will annihilate Muslims and wipe Islam off the face of the earth."

Nayeem's eyes shone with unholy delight. He said, "And I will climb the highest mountain of Madinah and shout to the world, 'Where are the Muslims? Where is their Prophet?' As there will be no one to reply, I will say, 'All defectors are finished. Our crisis is at end!' Will I ever see such a day?"

"I am awaiting the same day." Huwayy sighed. "You may entrust your camel to Abu Sufyian's slave."

"You are right. I had forgotten about the camel."

Nayeem gave the ropes to Sufyian's slave and followed Huwayy out.

The next day, the chiefs of Quraish and other tribes assembled in the open porch of the Kaba. Huwayy Ibn Akhtab arrived with his allies of Banu Wail. Also accompaying Huwayy was chiefs of Banu Nadir: Sallam Ibn Abu Al Huqayq, Islam Ibn Mashkam and Kanaz Ibn Rabi. Thw Quraish chiefs were Abu Sufiyan, Amar Ibn Al Aas, Khalid Ibn Walid, Ikrimah Ibn Abu Jahl and Dirar Ibn Al Khattab. They were all seated in the Kaba porch. Abu Sufiyan was the supreme chief of the Quraish at the time. He stood up and proclaimed,

"Fellow brothers! As you are well aware, Muhammad Ibn Abdullah of Banu Hashem has brought a new religion. He divided our families, destroyed our peace and caused great unhappiness among our people. His words are so enchanting as to keep even his enemies spellbound. He caused a great riot by denouncing our idols and claiming Prophethood. But we will deal with patience and wisdom to get rid of this nuisance. Muhammad belongs to the tribe of Banu Hashem and Banu Hashem is the leader of the Quraish. This tribe is held in great respect and honour by our people. In this state, killing Muhammad would lead to a full scale civil war, which could affect even the far corners of Arabia. Therefore, we decided to persecute the followers, instead of killing their Prophet. Finally, we drove Muhammad and his followers out of our city.

We were relieved to be rid of this trouble. What we did not foresee was that, once they were established in Yathrib, they grew in strength. Some of our hot-headed men attacked Muslims without comprehending their true might. As a result, Muslims laid siege to our trading caravan from Syria. As the leader of this caravan, I employed my wisdom and cunning to bring it safely back to Makkah. However, the troop that was sent for the protection of the caravan met with Muslims in the valley of Badr. Unfortunately, our men were defeated. No tribe in Makkah were exempt from the loss or injury of its men. Since then, we have thirsted for vengeance. We cannot rest until we spill our enemies’ blood.

........work in progresss.......

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Chapter 4

Raihana was staring at the man as if mesmerised. The man was staring likewise through his half-open eyes. He was thinking: 'Am I awake or am I sleeping? Am I dreaming or am I in the throes of strange imaginings?'

Seeing the man stare intently at Raihana, Zeina whispered into her ear, "Tell him that you are a hoor; just ascended from the Heaven."

Raihana giggled and rolled her eyes. Zeina gestured with her hands "Let us go."

Raihana pinched her friend playfully. "Mischief-maker! I'll teach you a lesson you will never forget."

The man looked around, then lifted his eyes to the sun. He noticed the daylight and was overcome by sudden remorse. He muttered to himself, "Woe to me! The sun has risen. I have missed Fajr prayer!"

Raihana now spoke to the young man in her most feminine and beguiling tone, "We have only arrived."

The expression on his face was of extreme anxiety; as if he has lost something very dear and valuable to him. So Raihana enquired, "Did you lose something important?"

"No. I have missed my prayer," he answered.

"Is that all? Why must you be so upset to have missed a single prayer?"

"I beg your pardon! Is is not a thing of grave regret to miss one's communication with the Creator? I slept through the hour of Fajr! What can be a bigger loss?" He became indignant.

"I take it you are Muslim."

"Indeed I am. What about yourself?"

"I will answer you. But first, you must do your prayer."

The young man went away to answer the nature's call; then performed ablution at the well. He spread the same sheet which he had been sleeping on and then performed kada for his missed prayer.

While he was busy, the two friends fell into a fit of laughter. The man completed his supplication and stood.

Zeina said, "Your love-bird is about to fly. Will you not stop him?"

"I am not dying for him! If he wishes, let him go."

"Is that so? It certainly does not sound like the resonance of your heart."

Raihana started at her friend and Zeina manoeuvred herself out of the way. The young man picked up his sheet to fold it neatly and then made for his camel.

"Raihana!" Zeina said urgently, "He is leaving. Go and detain him, otherwise you will be sorry!"

Raihana wanted more than anything to run to him and ask him to stay. But she was afraid of her friend's teasing and jesting. She knew Zeina would relay it to all and sundry. Therefore, she hung her head and picked at the earth with her toes.

The man turned to Raihana again, holding the ropes of his camel. "I assume this garden belongs to you."

"My father is the owner, " replied she, absently.

"Then it is yours. I owe you a debt of gratitude for having rested in your garden and having had a luxurious sleep."

"You are leaving?"

"Yes. I must be on my way."

"I suspect you are coming from far?"

"You are right."

"Where are you coming from?"

"Makkah."

"But this is not the road from Makkah!"

"I took a different route."

"Is someone following you?"

"Makkans are the worst enemies of Islam. They have been following me for some time. But Allah has brought me here under His protection."

"Where do you intend to go now?"

"Madinatunnabi."

"Wrong. The name is Yathrib."

Though originally called Yathrib, the city was named Madinatunnabi, meaning 'City of the Prophet (S)' after Prophet Muhammad (S) migrated there from Makkah. Most people now called it only 'Madinah.'

The man now looked straight at Raihana and held her gaze. "I have asked you before, 'Who are you?' You did not give me an answer."

"And I have said 'I will give you an answer.'"

"I would like to know now, if you please!"

"Not now, later."

"As you wish."

As he proceeded to leave finally, Raihana called out, "You are leaving truely?"

"What else is here for me?"

"You did not have breakfast."

He turned without stopping, "That's right. Never mind. I have breakfast with me. I'll stop somewhere on the way."

Raihana espied a small leather-pack on the back of the camel. She appealed to him earnestly, "Save this for another meal."

"Very well. I'll have breakfast after I arrive in Madinah. How far is it from here?"

"You did not come this way before, did you?"

"No."

"It is about two miles from here. You will see the dwellings of Madinah once you cross this garden."

"What a pity! I could have have reached Madinah last night instead of camping here."

Pointing at herself Raihana quipped, "How would you have met the Hoor of Madinah otherwise?"

"Indeed! How could you meet the one and only Hoor of Madinah, whose beauty is saught by more men than can be counted?" giggled Zeina.

Rainaha looked daggers at her. The young man did also. Zeina restrained her tongue.

"This is my bosom friend," said Rainan to the man.

"Bosom friend or beloved friend- it can only be a person who has courtesy and good manners."

"Am I ill-mannered? 'Tis only the truth!" said Zeina.

"Be quiet, Zeina." Raihana hissed.

"Very well. I will leave," said Zeina.

"Are you angry with me?" asked Raihana.

"I am sorry to be the cause of ill feelings between you," said the young man. "It was not my intention."

"I am not angry. But what did I say that was wrong?"

"You should not praise the beauty of a woman in front of a man, a stranger with whom she does not have a lawful relationship," he said.

"But she is present!"

"Even then, it is not right. At least, we Muslims believe it to be a trait of ill character."

"I am sorry. Please forgive me," said Zeina.

"I did not say this for you to beg forgiveness," he smiled.

"But one must seek forgivess for ill-manners."

"Indeed! Such is part of courteous conduct."

"We were speaking of breakfast," reminded Raihana.

"I told you of my decision. I will have breakfast at Madinah."

"When my father hears that a traveller has passed by our garden and we failed to give him breakfast, he will not be pleased," she said.

"You are Qaab Ibn Asad's daughter, are you not?"

"Yes."

"I have heard of your father. He is in habit of taking secret counsel with Makkans, and plotting against the Muslims."

"Hearsay may very well be wrong." Even though Raihana knew about her father's moves, she pretended ingorance of the matter.

"You are right. I will know the truth at Madinah."

"Breakfast?" persisted Raihana.

"I am not hungry."

"At least have some dates."

"I beg your pardon."

"'Tis not right!"

"Do not trouble yourself unnecessarily."

"Wait a little longer, then."

"The sun is getting hotter."

Finally, Raihana was silenced and the young man lead his camel in the direction of Madinah. Raihana looked upon his departing figure with a heavy heart.

Zeina tunred her friend away gently. She said, "I am pleased about one thing. You were very proud of your beauty and attraction. You expected people to thank their good fortune to be able to catch a little glimpse of you. You thought everyone lower than yourself. This stranger destroyed your pride and taught you a lesson in humility."

"Must you rub salt in my wound, Zeina? Fine, please yourself. Indeed I was arrogant and conceitful; proud of my beauty. I expected men to follow me endlessly and sumbit to all my whims. But this man....this man completely disregarded me. I held out my heart and he rejected it without a moment's thought! He left here without the slightest remorse! Muslims indeed are distinguised by their self-pride."

"'Tis more than that. They are full of conceit and arrogance!"

"He shamed my femininity! He undermined my charm and attraction! I will not stand it. I must have revenge!" cried Raihana.

"So you must!" Zeina also cried unison.

"You may stand witness. I make it my mission to avenge the rejection of my love!"

"So you must!" Zeina said again, though in a mocking tone this time.

"Do you have no sympathy for me?" Rainaha had sensed her friend's mockery.

"I am only jesting Raihana. I do not mean to hurt your feelings! Who does this man think he is? Just an ordinary Arab, a Muslim at that! What right has he for such pride and arrogance?"

"Alas! Would that I did not come here this morn! Would that I had never lay eyes on him!"

"Stop it! Forget him. Let us continue our walk."

"I am not feeling very well. Let us return."

Zeina gave up after trying a few things to engage her friend's attention and distract her from thoughts of the stranger. But it was no use. Therefore, both friends climbed into the sedan chair in an unhappy mood and ordered the bearers to take them home.

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Chapter 3

Raihana's sedan chair left the fortress of Banu Quraizah and entered the streets of Madinah and proceeded towards the part of the city which located its orcards and gardens. Raihana didn't wear a veil or covered garments like most women in Madinah. She preferred to share her gift of beauty and youth with an open heart. The attention of people was a source of pleasure for her. She was beautiful beyond words, in her dazzling gown and jewellaries. Her sedan chair was decorated with inlayed gold and precious stones and edged with silk valance. She sat atop it with the bearing of a princess.

Raihana was beautiful without accessories. But such adornment only added to her natural charm. When she passed the streets, passerbyes always stopped to stare. Indeed her beauty was something to behold!

"Raihana" a soft voice called out as Raihana's sedan chair was passing. It belonged to a young woman of her own age.

Raihana turned to look. Her face broke into a smile. "Zeina! Where are you going so early in the morning?"

"Oh nowhere. I had a sudden desire to venture outdoors and here I am. Just walking-about."

Raihana giggled. Her eyes gllitered with mirth. She said, "May God have mercy on you. I hope you are not possessed by a jinn!"

"If that is what you wish to imagine."

"Come with me. Climb in."

"I do so wish it, but you are bad company." winked Zeina.

"Worse company than you?" Raihana raised her brows comically."

"What do I know of mischief-making?"

"I am feeling out of sorts this morning, so I asked you to......"

Raihana signalled her bearer to stop the sedan chair. Her friend mounted into it briskly. Soon they were deep into discussion and laughter, about whatever it is that interests two beautiful young women without a care in the world.

"Where were you really going?" Raihana prodded her friend again.

"I told you. What else would you like me to say?"

"I'm wondering whether you have been put under the spell of a Muslim."

Zeina looked at her friend and smiled, “Who would put a spell on me?”

“That is my question. You are the enchanter. Who presumes to enchant you?” laughed Raihana. “And you know men. They see a pretty face and lose their head. They follow you everywhere with their tongue hanging. It’s quite usual for young men to act such. Some older men are worse. They look at you as if to devour you in a single gulp.”

“You are jesting! Can old men possibly act such?”

“Wait till you are snared by one!”

“Not on my life, you mischief-maker!”

“What mischief am I making?”

“Hmmm……”Zeina chewed her lips in unknown musings, “Have you taken notice of something Raihana?”

“What is it?”

“Our men and the Mushriks of Arabia are really depraved. They are always chasing after women. They have dishonoured many of our sex. One cannot imagine the pain of their shame! On the other hand, look at the Muslims. They respect and honour the womenfolk. They lower their gaze if a woman should happen to be in their view. You would never catch them chasing women.”

“That is true, my beloved friend. You have spoken my very own thoughts. Whenever they see a beautiful woman, the children of Israel and the Mushriks of Arabia make it a mission to defile her. But the Muslims? Put a woman in their line of vision and they would scurry away like frightened mice. Take you and me for instance. They are more likely to avoid looking at me than you.”

“You are jesting again, of course.”

“Indeed they focus on you. But since this humble soul happens to be by your side, they spare me a glance out of pity” Raihana laughed and laughed in abandon.

“If only that were true! Who bothers about me when they can gaze upon you? The truth is, men forget their work when you pass by. As for me, I am just some dust in their eye for which they must curse me countlessly. ‘Tis not only men. I have seen women vying to catch your sight and to engage your attention. Look at me here. Even I await you with the eagerness of a………”

“I see. Some one has taken a dip into wine and poetry!” said Raihana, trying to bait her friend.

“No, no. I detest wine and poetry. And those poets, they turn a hunchback into a hoor with their play on words! But truly, no verse ever written about you does justice to your true beauty. ‘Tis inexpressible through human words!”

“Very well. You may sing my praises as much as you wish.”

“Alas I do not have the rhymes of a poet! You are like a rare flower which cannot be found on this humble earth. A newly blossomed bud whose wondrous fragrance touch the very soul of man and make them mad with yearning.”

They were crossing the earthen paths towards the gardens, talking and jesting with abandon. Nature's morning glory was yet in splendour. The sun was up though its rays yet gentle. Its golden hue spead over the desert sand gave it a jewel like shimmer.

Raihana urged her chair-bearers, "We're some distance away from the city. Hurry now."

They crossed two miles. Soon, groves of date and palm trees came into view. They entered a large garden and stopped the sedan chair at a clearing. Raihana's father owned this garden. The young women climed down from the chair.

The garden also had in cultivation, rows of various fruits other than date and palm. The two care free friends wandered about the garden, collected fallen dates for a feast and ate them gleefully. Dates were the main food of the Arabs as well as the main source of their livelihood and profit.

The garden contained a deep well. Its water was deep inside the ground and could not be drawn without a camel. Water collected in such way was used for irrigation of the garden. In one corner was a large tent. It was made from deerskin. The tent was surrounded by fencing and served as a fortified shelter.

Raihana and her friend Zeina finally came to the well after having eaten their fill of dates and their share of jesting and merry-making. A camel stood by the well. Raihana recognised instantly that the camel did not belong to her father.

"Zeina, look! An unknown camel! How did it get here?"

"Perhaps it belongs to an admirer of yours," said Azeina.

"Will you stop jesting?" Raihana tried to conjure an angry expression.

"Who else would dare to enter this garden unless he is mindless with yearning for you?"

"It may be a traveller."

"Why would you head-gardener allow him entry? Why did he not prevent him from coming in?"

"That is what surprises me. If father found out......"

"Let us ask him."

They approached a middle aged Negro slave. This was the overseer of the garden and Qaab's slave. He greeted Raihana.

"Gardener, who owns this camel?" asked Rainhana."

"Last night a traveller came here. He said he would leave in the morning. But he is still asleep."

"Why did you allow him to stay?"

"Forgive me, Malika."

"What will happen to you if father found out?"

"He will surely punish me....unless, you keep it to yourself."

"Why did you not rise him early?"

"He went to rise him but he was in such deep sleep that I did not dare to disturb him."

"Very well. I will rise him." Raihana and Zeina walked ahead, with the Negro slave following behind. they approached the date thee to which the camel was tied. On the other side of the tree, a young man of stong built and handsome appearance layed sleeping on a white sheet in the shade of the date branches. Despite his humble bed, he slept upon it with the ease and majesty of a prince. Raihana keept looking. She did not blink for several long seconds. She forgot to breath. She even forgot the reason for seeking him out.

"Malika, allow me," the slave stepped forward.

"No, stop. Do not wake him." Raihana barred his way.

"What if your father arrives?"

"Let him."

Aeina also studied the young man closely. Raihana returned her gaze upon his sleeping form. An unconscious smile curled his lips as if he was enjoying a pleasant dream.

"Indeed! The slumder of youth. Nothing compares to its pleasure," said Raihana turning away at Zeina.

"Clean the tent. We will use it shortly," said Zeina to her friend's father's slave.

"Ah how handsome...how pleasant he is to look upon!" said Zeina.

"You find him pleasant?"

"I am certain that you do. Otherwise, when your slave went to rise him, why did you......"

"Please do not jest."

"Hmmmm......I think he was dreaming of you!"

"Really?"

"'Pon my soul! You are a fairy! No, correction. You are actually a hoor. If he was to awaken now and find you standing in front of him, he'll surely think he is gazing upon the beauty from his dream!"

Raihana pretended to be riled by her friend's remark and made to hit her playfully when the sleeping man turned on his side.

"Wait. He is waking," said Azeina.

Raihana smiled coyly at the young man as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled back also.

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Chapter 2

The Tribe of Banu Quraizah lived in a small but prosperous settlement within a fortress. It was located inside Madinah; in the Southern part of the city. The people of this tribe were known to be treacherous and selfish. The settlement contained a synagogue. A rabbi lived in this place of worship.

The chief of this tribe was Qaab Ibn Asad. His people obeyed and respected him and acted by every hint and gesture he made. Qaab owned several orchards of date-palm and other fruits. He lived in a large fortified house. He was a rich merchant. He sold goods from Madinah in Syria and goods from Syria were brought to Madinah for trade. His employed many workers to run his business affairs. His only daughter Raihana was spoilt and lavished with all that she wished. Her mother had passed away years ago. Therefore, Raihana was the centre of her father’s world; the recipient of all his love and affection.

Qaab went straight to the synagogue after leaving his house. The Rabbi was indeed awaiting him. Qaab held him in high esteem. From afar, he greeted the Rabbi respectfully.

“You are late. I have been awaiting you long, Qaab,” said the Rabbi.

“I started off early, but my daughter’s questions detained me until I…… You know how dear she is to my heart.”

“Indeed she is a lovable girl. Her very look and manner demand affection. She is so bright and inquisitive that even I’m at a loss sometimes, to provide her with answers.”

“We were speaking of the same things today. Ah yes, who is that you wanted me to see? Where is he?”

“Yes, in a little while….”

“Is he here already?”

“No. He will not come here.”

“Am I required to go somewhere then?”

“Yes. ’Tis not very far. Only a small distance beyond Khaibar.”

“Let us go then.”

“Yes. I have come prepared.”

“Are we walking?” asked Qaab.

“No. I will order our horses to be brought.”

“But I did not bring any servants with me. Who will get our horses?”

“I will send someone from here.”

The Rabbi sent a man to bring two saddled horsed from Qaab’s stable. When he returned, Qaab and the Rabbi climbed atop their respective mounts and started on the journey, to the north.

Leaving Madinah at the foot of the mountain, the two men travelled on. Then, they stopped at a place and climbed the top of a small hill. There, a man of their own faith was waiting for Qaab and the Rabbi. Seeing them he stood and came forward. He kissed the Rabbi’s cloak repeatedly. The rabbi touched his forehead in blessing and dismounted from his horse. Qaab came down as well. The man greeted him also.

Qaab and the Rabbi sat on a large rock nearby. The Jewish man sat facing them.

“Ah, I remember you now. Are you not Nayeem?” Qaab said, after looking closely at the man.

“Yes. My name is Nayeem.” The Jew replied.

“You are of Banu Nadir?”

“Yes. You have recognized me truly.”

“Did you migrate to Syria? Or was it Khaibar?”

“Khaibar. I am coming directly from there.”

“How is Huwayy Ibn Akhtab?”

“He is well. Though, the shame of expulsion is tormenting him endlessly. He does not sleep well at night nor does he rest during the day.”

“He is a man of dignity. Such discomfort is characteristic of him. I am saddened by his predicament. Yet I could do nothing for him!”

The tribe of Banu Nadir also lived in the city of Madinah. They had a separate fortress of their own. Their houses were large and fortified. Their orchards bountiful and many in numbers. They had everything that could be attained by wealth and influence. Huwayy Ibn Akhtab and Salam Ibn Ubayy were two prominent chiefs of Banu Nadir. Their hatred and enmity towards the Prophet of Allah (S) knew no bounds. The prosperity and growing strength of Muslims made them sick with loathing and resentment. It was due to them that their whole tribe also became bitter enemies of Islam.

These two chiefs plotted to assassinate of the Messenger of Allah (S)- even though they had signed the treaty which the Messenger (S) had drawn up between the Muslims and all surrounding Jewish and Mushrik tribes of Madinah. The terms of this historical treaty were as follows:

1. The people of Madinah will not interfere in each other’s religious beliefs, life-style and trading practices.
2. The Jews may not assist the Mushriqeen of Makkah in their attack against the Muslims.
3. If Madinah is attacked, all parties will defend it together.
4. If one party from this treaty signs a treaty with an enemy, other parties will also abide by it. Tribal wars the exception to this.
5. Any friends of the Jewish tribes will be considered friends of the Muslims and any friends of the Muslims will also be considered friends of the Jews.
6. If the Muslims of the Jews wage a war against an enemy, the other party will extend the hand of assistance.
7. If the Jews and the Muslims become involved in a conflict, they must accept the mediation and decree of the Messenger of Allah (S) as final.
8. Helping the oppressed is obligated on both parties.

Banu Nadir had signed this treaty, yet their enmity and hatred of the Muslims didn’t dim even a little. It burned with greater heat and intensity. Indeed, it was through this treaty that the Rasulullah (S) was recognized as the official ruler of the city of Madinah.

Therefore, the two chiefs called for a gathering and decided that they will assassinate the Messenger (S) secretly. Accordingly, some men from Banu Nadir appealed to Rasulullah (S) that there was a quarrel over a date orchard. They asked him to come to their settlement to mediate the conflict.

Rasulullah (S) prepared. He took with him Abu Bakar, Omar and Ali (R). Upon his arrival, they invited Rasulullah (S) to have a seat in a shaded outdoor-lounge, behind which stood a high wall. Their plan was to throw a heavy millstone from the opposite side of the wall upon Rasulullah (S). After taking his seat, Rasulullah (S) noticed someone a Jewish by the name of Amar Ibn Muhsin. Immediately, Rasulullah (S) stood up and left the gathering. Everyone thought that the Messenger of Allah (S) has left to complete some task. However, when the hour grew late and Rasulullah (S) did not return, the companions took their leave. Upon arriving in Madinah, the found Rasulullah (S) long returned.

“Ya Rasulullah! May our fathers and mothers be sacrificed for you. You came back to Madinah without settling the quarrel. We do not understand!” the companions asked.

“Banu Nadir had conspired to take my life. I was informed of it by Divine revelation. Allah commanded me to leave the gathering and return to Madinah.” Replied Rasulullah (S).

The companions praised Allah in heartfelt gratitude. Thereafter, the Messenger of Allah (S) issued a command to the people of Banu Nadir: ‘You have been ordered to leave the city of Madinah for conspiring to kill the Messenger of Allah (S). You are free to choose your own destination. If you fail to comply with this order, your settlement will be attacked.’

Banu Nadir rebelled against the Messenger’s command and refused to leave. Therefore, a siege was laid to the settlement of Banu Nadir. Their entire Jewish population was trapped in the fortress. Banu Nadir had hoped that other Jewish tribes and enemies of Islam would come to their aid. However, their hope met with bitter disappointment. No one lifted a finger to help Banu Nadir. In desperation, the sought the mediation of the hypocrite Abdullah Ibn Ubayy and begged the Messenger (S) to spare their lives.

Rasulullah (S) spared their life on the following condition. Upon their expulsion from the city, Banu Nadir was to surrender all their weapons and arms to the Muslims. They were to carry only as much possessions and belongings as could be curried by their animals of burden. All the rest were to remain behind and go into the possession of the Muslims. They had no choice but to accept Rasulullah’s terms.

Therefore, all weapons of Banu Nadir were surrendered. Camels and horses were loaded with as mush of their possessions as possible. In bitterness, they burned down as was possible of what would stay behind, to prevent the Muslims from gaining possession. Then shedding their tears and heart full of anger and regret, the Jews of Banu Nadir started on their exile- to an unknown destination.

After much suffering and aimless wandering a group of Banu Nadir settled in Khaibar and another group settled further, in Syria.

The year of 4th Hijri bore witness to this event.

“Huwayy Ibn Akhtab sent me. He wishes to know your intention regarding the treaty,” said Nayeem.

“We have no choice but to abide by its terms.” Qaab replied.

“What do you mean?”

“We are not strong enough to challenge the Muslims.”

“Huwayy Ibn Akhtab visited Makkah. He is inciting the Makkans to attack Madinah.”

“’Tis a pointless endeavour. The Quraish attacked Madinah with much pomp and ceremony before . But what was the result? They fled with their tails between their legs.”

“The Quraish are bitterly humiliated by the defeat. They are preparing for revenge. An Alliance is in the making. Not only the Quraish, but all tribes of Makkah and all Jewish tribes of Madinah are uniting. They will wipe out the Muslims.”

“If that was to happen, all our misfortunes would end! The Muslims and their Prophet would be finished.”

“Huwayy and Salam have the same intention, for which they visited Makkah. They are on a campaign to visit all tribes in Makkah and Madinah and assemble them to fight the Muslims.”

“What does Huwayy want from me?”

“He wishes you to be with his mission. You will prepare yourselves. When the Alliance lays siege to Madinah, you will join them.”

“That depends on the likelihood of Huwayy’s success. No matter. Tell Huwayy to meet me in secret for I wish to know the whole situation.”

“He will come. But you must begin the preparations now.”

“I agree. Tell Huwayy to depend on our cooperation. We will be ready.”

“I have fulfilled my duty here. Permit me to take my leave.”

“Will you return to Khaibar?”

“No. My destination is Makkah.”

Nayeem was on his way promptly. Qaab and the Rabbi soon set on their way home.

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Chapter 1

“Rehana, where are you headed my daughter?” the questioner was a man rich and arrogant in appearance. His beard was grey, having already been through the prime of life. His garments were rich and worn with a carefree sophistication. The heavily embroidered cloak over his ankle-length thobe made the middle aged man appear very distinguished. Indeed, he was chieftain to the renowned Jewish tribe of Banu Quraizah. His name was Qaab Ibn Asad.

Raihana was his daughter. Her beauty was dazzling as her disposition was cheerful. Her milky white complexion, smooth brow and deep, dark eyes were the envy of all girls. Her gaze was so direct that when she glanced at something, it was as if a lightning had flashed brilliantly. Her lips were rosy and tender and when she smiled, her small perfectly shaped teeth glittered like so many pearls. Her long hair was soft as velvet, cascading below her waist in a graceful wave. She wore upon her body a gown of costly silk. Her beauty was too much to belong to a mortal woman. It was as though a Heavenly Hoor as descended upon the earth!

“I wish to walk in the garden, father.” She replied with due respect.

“Tis much too early! Why, the sun hasn’t peaked over the horizon yet.”

“Hence this is the perfect hour for a walk. When the sun is over the head, the heat unbearable- is that the time for a pleasant walk, father?”

“I only fear the Muslims. They are of corrupt and immoral character. If they harass you, I fear it will lead to unnecessary bloodshed.”

“But father! I have told you many times that the Muslims are not corrupt. They fear their God and they have good manners. They do not even glance completely at a woman, let alone harass them. I am yet to see a Muslim wrongfully gaze at women or ogle their beauty. Rather, it’s the men of our tribe who are a nuisance- they bar my way, annoy me and make crude remarks!”

“I’ll never understand why you defend the Muslims. I believe they are the worst of people!”

“How can I call a people corrupt, when I haven’t seen any sign of corruption in them?” replied Raihana.

“So you do not see any wrongdoing in them. But what do you see that is respectable? They are devoted to a madman!”

“These are lies are spread by the Quraish of Makkah. You and I both saw Muhammad. We both heard his speech. Tell me truthfully, how does a madman speak in such an eloquent manner and utter words of such beauty, logic and coherence?”

“If he is not mad, then surely he is a sorcerer. He makes his enemies forget their hatred and become his devoted followers. Is this not sorcery? Whatever he commands, his followers obey without thinking left or right. If this is not sorcery, then I don’t know what is?

“Tis not sorcery. ’Tis his wisdom, knowledge and charisma. When one cannot refute his logical concepts, then one has no choice but to admit to his superior guidance. Where is the sorcery in that?”

“You are of tender age, my daughter. You do not understand these things. It is pure sorcery I say- to have such control over people.” Qaab took a breath; then continued.
“Listen to me my daughter. We hold enmity towards this man and his followers for the only reason that we believe the last Prophet would come from among us. This man destroyed our hope by claiming Prophethood. He ruined our dreams, our plans. Furthermore, he is going to become the ruler of Yathrib. What right has he to rule Yathrib? This authority was destined for Abdullah Ibn Ubayy. Since the coward became Muslim, the next candidate was myself- it is my right to rule Yathrib. Suddenly Muhammad demands that we sign a treaty which says: ‘Muslims and Jews will live together as mutual friends. Those who oppose Muslims will become our enemies as well. If anybody attacks Yathrib, we are obliged to defend it together!’ Muhammad’s sorcery had such power over me that I too signed the treaty without thinking about it.” Qa’ab said.

“You did no such thing. You signed it because you knew very well that it was practical and acceptable to both parties.”

“Enough! I do not wish to argue with such a shrewd politician and opinionated woman. You are right. I signed the treaty because it was practical.”

“But hear me, my own daughter. I do not care for the treaty. I would break it and tear apart its deed at the slightest opportunity.”

“Will that be honourable, father?” asked Raihana.

“An astute politician keeps in tune with the calling of time. He uses whatever means to achieve his ends. When I signed that treaty with the Muslims, that was the only way of gaining their trust and our security. And when we stand to gain more by breaking that treaty, by God that is the only right thing to do! This is the nature of politics.”

“Is politics nothing but treachery and deception then? Are politicians nothing but liars and traitors?”

“Many politicians operate in that way.”

“God forbid! But our religion does not permit lying!”

“Politics has nothing to do with religion.”

“Even if they are not related, lying, deception, treachery are acts of evil; punishable by God!”

“You do not understand it, Raihana. Politicians know how religion applies to our affairs. ’Tis not of your concern. Go on, off to your walk.”

“That is where I was going before you…..”

“Pardon me, daughter. You make take your leave.”

“May I ask you a question, father.”

“You may.”

“Where are you going so early yourself?”

“I mean to meet a man.”

“Who is he?”

“Even I do not know well the answer to that question.”

“You are not playing politics with me I hope?” said Raihana, while laughing.

“Don’t by silly, my girl! Politics between you and me?” Qaab laughed also.

“Then why will you not say who is this man?”

“I really do not know much about him.”

“Where is he from?”

“I do not know.”

“Strange! You seem to know nothing!”

“’Tis true. I do not know anything about him yet.”

“Who informed you of his arrival?”

“Our rabbi. He maybe awaiting me at this very hour.”

“Where will you go?”

“The rabbi will direct me.”

“Did you not ask him?”

“Indeed I did. But he is not an open man. You will know all tomorrow.”

“I see. I will not delay you any longer, father.”

“I’m certainly on my way. What about you? Did you decide otherwise about your walk?”

“No, I will be on my way as well.”

“Off you go. But be back soon.” Said Qa’ab.

“I will. Once the sun is high, the walk will remain pleasant no longer.”

Raihana started off after her quick reply. In a graceful swagger, she climbed into her sedan chair which procced to be carried to one of her father’s many gardens.

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Forward

The Battle of Khandaq was one of the most prominent battles in the history of Islam. After two devastating defeats at Badr and Uhud, the Mushriqeen realized that Islam has become an undefeatable power. Although they enjoyed a brief victory in Uhud, the final defeat served to add to the growing hopelessness among them. Therefore, the Mushriqeen of Makkah embarked on a new strategy. They formed an Alliance; uniting the Quraish, Banu Kinanah, Ghatafans, Arabs of the Tuhamah and of the Najd and all the forces who still despised the new religion. Their aim was to annihilate Islam: decisively and forever.

Preparations also began on the side of the Muslims. They prepared with outmost devotion and sacrifice, to meet this determined opponent. This novel portrays how Muslims stood by the Prophet of Allah (S) and accepted all trials and hardships without a complaint. Allah’s help was enjoyed and witnessed by these people. Indeed, Allah has promised His help for people who obey Him and His Messenger (S). Even today, if the Muslims were to strive sincerely to establish the deen of Islam; Allah’s help will surely be with them. Though, Allah will certainly test their sincerity. And if they triumph, Allah’s victory is certain for them.

This is actually history. It has been given the form of a novel only to engage the ordinary reader. The character of Raihana has been given central precedence in the story, to refute the lie that the daughter of the Jewish chief Qaab Ibn Asad was taken as a slave and treated shamefully. This was a falsehood spread by the enemies of Islam. Following the defeat of the Alliance, all prisoners of war naturally came into the possession of the Muslims. Raihana was among the group of prisoners given to the Prophet of Allah (S) himself. The Prophet (S) allowed her to choose to live that life or to become Muslim and be freed. Raihana chose the latter and lived the rest of her life not as a prisoner or slave, but as a free woman. History attests to this fact.

All praise and thanks to Allah (SWT). May the readers derive enjoyment and benefit from this small effort.

- Abdullah Al Kafie (author)

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