Allah, in His wisdom, revealed to Ibraahim a command that would break any father’s heart: Take Hajar and the infant Ismaeel to a barren, uninhabited valley far away—the valley of Bakkah (later known as Makkah).
The young Ismaeel, the child of the desert, the son born from patience and exile, did not flinch. He said the words that echo through eternity: “O my father, do as you are commanded. You will find me, if Allah wills, among the steadfast.” nabi ibraahim caruurtiisa
Ibraahim obeyed. He led Hajar and the suckling baby across the desolate plains until they stood in a hollow of scorched earth, with no trees, no water, no people. He placed them under a lone acacia tree, left a small bag of dates and a waterskin, and turned to leave. Allah, in His wisdom, revealed to Ibraahim a
Father and son walked to the place of sacrifice. Ibraahim laid his son on his forehead, face down. He drew the knife across his son’s throat. But the knife would not cut. Allah had stopped the blade. You will find me, if Allah wills, among the steadfast
He then asked his father to tie him tightly so he would not struggle, to blindfold himself so he would not hesitate, and to sharpen the knife well so that death would be swift.
He finally said, “Yes.”
One evening, under the scorching heat of Palestine, three visitors appeared. Ibraahim, ever the generous host, rushed to slaughter a calf and bring fresh milk. But these were no ordinary travelers; they were angels sent by Allah. When they declined the food and delivered their message, Sarah, listening from behind the tent flap, laughed.