With a faith that shook the heavens, Hajar replied, “Then He will not abandon us.” The water and dates soon ran out. Ismaeel cried and thrashed in thirst. Hajar, in a state of frantic love, ran between the hills of Safa and Marwah seven times, searching for water or a caravan. Finally, on her seventh climb, she heard a voice. She cried out, “I hear you! Do you have help?”
Years earlier, Sarah, seeing her own barrenness, had given her Egyptian handmaiden, Hajar, to Ibraahim as a wife. Soon, Hajar bore Ibraahim his first son: Ismaeel (Ishmael). Joy filled the tent, but so did a new, sharp-edged emotion. Sarah felt the sting of jealousy. She could not bear to see Hajar’s child when her own arms remained empty. nabi ibraahim caruurtiisa
There, where the baby had kicked his heel into the sand, water burst forth. It gushed out with such force that Hajar tried to contain it, shouting “ Zam! Zam! ” (Stop! Stop!). But the water was a gift from Allah, and it would not stop. It became the well of Zamzam, the heart of a future city. Years passed. Ibraahim would visit his son in Makkah, and Ismaeel grew into a strong, righteous young man. Then came the most profound trial. With a faith that shook the heavens, Hajar
Years passed. His beloved wife, Sarah, was a woman of noble lineage and deep wisdom, but her womb was as barren as the desert they now wandered. Ibraahim was old, his bones weary, and Sarah was beyond the age of motherhood. The promise of Allah—that he would be the father of nations—seemed like a distant, impossible star. Finally, on her seventh climb, she heard a voice
One night, Ibraahim had a recurring dream. In the dream, he was sacrificing his son. The dreams of prophets are revelation. This was a command from Allah.
He finally said, “Yes.”
Ibraahim did not turn around. He could not. His eyes were filled with tears.