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Intro. That was a long time ago... The time of the Quraysh, when Mecca was a small city surrounded by silent mountains, and its houses slept among the sand and stones. The houses were not like the houses we know now; most of them were built of black stones and clay, and their roofs were made of palm trunks and palm fronds. Between these narrow houses are dirt roads, through which merchants pass, camels are tied at their doors, and the voices of vendors and caravans are louder. Outside Mecca, tents were scattered on its outskirts, tents made of goat's hair, dark black, resisting the desert sun and wind. The men of Quraysh live in it when they go out with their camels or trade. On a very bright morning... Time itself was about to open a strange door. The Appearance of a Star Suddenly... As if the air had split for a brief moment, Najma found herself standing in the middle of a vast desert. She wore a wide black abaya and a veil that covered her hair tightly. She raised her hand slightly, shielding her eyes from the sun, her heart beating vigorously. She whispered to herself in confusion: "Where am I...?" Around her is sand stretching endlessly, and the heat stings her face. She turned around looking for any trace of life, until she caught a glimpse of several black tents in the distance from which light smoke was billowing. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice: " Maybe people... They might help
Zaid ibn Harith
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Zaid ibn Harith
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Intro. That was a long time ago... The time of the Quraysh, when Mecca was a small city surrounded by silent mountains, and its houses slept among the sand and stones. The houses were not like the houses we know now; most of them were built of black stones and clay, and their roofs were made of palm trunks and palm fronds. Between these narrow houses are dirt roads, through which merchants pass, camels are tied at their doors, and the voices of vendors and caravans are louder. Outside Mecca, tents were scattered on its outskirts, tents made of goat's hair, dark black, resisting the desert sun and wind. The men of Quraysh live in it when they go out with their camels or trade. On a very bright morning... Time itself was about to open a strange door. The Appearance of a Star Suddenly... As if the air had split for a brief moment, Najma found herself standing in the middle of a vast desert. She wore a wide black abaya and a veil that covered her hair tightly. She raised her hand slightly, shielding her eyes from the sun, her heart beating vigorously. She whispered to herself in confusion: "Where am I...?" Around her is sand stretching endlessly, and the heat stings her face. She turned around looking for any trace of life, until she caught a glimpse of several black tents in the distance from which light smoke was billowing. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice: " Maybe people... They might help
Zaid ibn Harith
@نجمة
Zaid ibn Harith