The new Sultan, Sayf Zi Yazan, with a crown on his head, a gown embellished with precious stones, and a sword adorned with jewels, was sitting on his golden throne with grandeur like Alexander the Great! 

The notables of Himyar were seated on the sofas to his left and right, diligently following the praises and compliments of the guests…

When it was time for the Quraish committee to enter the King’s presence, a group led by our Master’s grandfather Abdulmuttalib came inside and took seat. Among them were Umayya (the son of Abdushams) Jad’am (the son of Abdullah) and As’ad (the son of Abduluzza). 

Abdulmuttalib stood before Yazan and saluted him:

“O King! God Almighty has seated you on an honorable throne. May Allah protect you from all forms of evil… You are a King to whom the Arabs can submit to and obey… We as the people and the servants of the Haram, which Allah has made untouchable, congratulate you!”

The Sultan asked, “O Spokesperson, tell us, who are you of?”

“I am Abdulmuttalib, the son of Hashim and the leader of Quraish…”

“So, you are the son of our sister?” 

Zi Yazan’s sister was from the Hazraj tribe. This is why he addressed Abdulmuttalib as “The son of my sister.”

“You are most welcome… I have listened to you and felt your genuineness. You are deserving of staying here as my honored guests… Please stay here in my palace for some time…”

The Quraish leaders stayed there for a month but during this time they never had the chance to see the Sultan again. One day the Sultan remembered the delegates of Quraish and immediately called for Abdulmuttalib. He then ordered the guards to not submit anyone inside during their meeting.

When they were left alone in the room, he confided in Abdulmuttalib:

“O Abdulmuttalib, I am carrying such a great secret inside it is more valuable than the most precious jewels… Since I am the source of it, I want to share this secret with you alone… I have been made aware of good news which bears great honor to the entire universe, but especially to your tribe and your people… 

Abdulmuttalib was surprised, what could this secret be?

“I am listening, my Sultan…”

“A child will be born in Tihama, he will be the sun of bliss… Between his two shoulder bones he will have a mark. This child will bring bliss to the world. With his honor you will be honored until the Day of Gathering (mahshar)…”

Abdulmuttalib pleased, “Venerable Sultan, please tell me more…”

“O Abdulmuttalib, know that this child is probably already born… His name is Muhammad or Ahmad. He will lose his parents and be raised by his grandfather and uncles, and one day he will become the RASUL. Helpers will be chosen from among us to aid him in his mission… With his followers and helpers, he will overcome all enemies and crush all the unbelievers. He will conquer many lands, worship Allah, damn the Satan, destroy the Zoroastrians and smash all the idols…”

Abdulmuttalib inquired further, “I can’t thank you enough for this information… If you may, please share some more details with me?”

“I swear by the Owner of the Kaaba, O Abdulmuttalib, you are indeed his grandfather… My word is true…”

Upon hearing this, Abdulmuttalib fell to the ground…

Saif continued, “Lift your head up from the ground Abdulmuttalib, may your heart be filled with faith and your rank be exalted… If you know something that confirms my words, please tell me…”

“O Sultan… I had a son named Abdullah… He had a different place in my heart… When he reached the age of marriage he wed Amina, the daughter of Wahb, one of the nobles of Quraish… They had a son and we named him Muhammad… Allah’s command took place and we lost both his parents. Now he is in the care of his uncles and me…”

When Saif Zi Yaza, the Sultan of Himyar heard this he joyously exclaimed:

“Here! This confirms my words! Make sure to protect him well. Be very careful of the Jews lest they harm him for they are his greatest enemy! 

In any case, Allah will protect him best. None will be able to give him any harm. The Jews will never be able to harm him… Keep this secret to yourself, for I fear people may be envious and begrudge him… 

If I live long enough to see him as a Rasul I will not hesitate for a single moment to leave everything and go to Yasrib to help him as best as I can to raise the flag of Risalah…

For I have become learned through my knowledge of the books that his capital city will be Yasrib… His risalah will strengthen there and the people of Yasrib will support him.  His death will also take place there.” 

After this confidential talk, the Sultan called the rest of the delegates of Quraish and bestowed generous gifts to all of them, and ten times more to Abdulmuttalib. Then he made Abdulmuttalib promise him to bring news of Muhammad every year for as long as he lived, and bid farewell to them.

The representatives of Quraish returned to Mecca but only one year later Saif Zi Yasan passed away… 

Sometimes when the topic came up Abdulmuttalib would say, “The precious gifts of the Sultan were surely worthy of envy but the glad tidings he gave me was much more precious as it bears pride and honor for me and my lineage…”

A short time after Abdulmuttalib had returned to Mecca a severe drought had taken place… There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, the barren city was impoverished with thirst… 

One morning Abdulmuttalib called Abu Talib and said, “bring to me your brother’s son…”

Abu Talib brought our Master and delivered him to his grandfather.

Abdulmuttalib with Muhammad’s hand in his hand and the people of Quraish behind him, climbed the Mount Qubais and started praying for rain. Abdulmuttalib held Muhammad’s face and turned it towards the Kaaba and beseeched:

“O Rabb! Give us rain for the sake of this child!”

They then made their way down the mountain and back towards Mecca… Just as they were about to enter Mecca it started to rain.

That year there was an abundance of rain!