Let us take you to Ibn Ziyad!

Let us take you to Ibn Ziyad!” She answered, “What would the governor want with me?” He said, “You have to open the door and give me shelter until I find these people.” She opened it and fed him. During the night he heard the children’s snoring and he searched the house until he found them. The younger one asked, “Who are you?” He said, “I am the owner of the house.

Who are you?” The younger one said to the older one, “Get up, it seems that we are trapped!” Again the man insisted, “Who are you?” They answered, “If we tell you the truth, will you leave us alone?” He said, “Of course.

You are in my house and the clemency of the Messenger of God is for you.” After they told him everything, the man said, “You are indeed trapped, I praise God that He gave me success to capture you!” He tied them with ropes and in the morning he called his black slave, Fulayh and asked him to take the two kids and kill them. While the man watched, the slave took them near the bank of the river to kill them.

One of the kids said to him, “We see that you have the color of Bilal, the caller to prayer of the Prophet, our grandfather.” Fulayh asked, “Are you of the family of the ? What brought you here?” When they explained their story to him, he became very upset. Then, he fell to his knees, kissed their feet, and said, “I am not going to do what this man says!” He threw his sword far away, jumped into the river, and swam across to the other bank.

Then, he stood up and said, “I am not your slave anymore!” After that, the man became upset that he lost his slave. He took the kids back to his home, called his son, and said to him, “I have collected the wealth of the world for you. Take these two kids to the river and kill them and bring back their heads.” While the son was taking them to the river, one of the kids asked him, “Are you not afraid of the Day of Judgment? We are the family of the Prophet.

Why does your father want to kill us?” When the son realized that they were telling the truth, he did exactly as the slave did, and ran away swimming across to the other bank.

When the man saw this, he said, “I have to kill you myself.” The kids asked him, “Why do you not sell us in the street and use the money for yourself without making the Prophet your enemy on the Day of Judgment?” He said, “The governor, Ibn Ziyad, would give me 2,000 pieces and you two will not sell for 2,000!” The kids asked, “Why do you not take us alive to Ibn Ziyad? Let him decide what to do with us.