Abu Jahl opened his eyes and grunted, “Woe unto you!

Abu Jahl opened his eyes and grunted, “Woe unto you! Who has been victorious?” “Victory is for Allah and His Prophet, and it is for this reason that I shall kill you,” I replied, placing my foot on his neck. With great arrogance, he cried, “O’ tiny shepherd! You have placed your foot on a very exalted place. Do know that nothing is more painful for me than to be killed by a dwarf like you. Oh!

Why did not one of the sons of ‘Abdul Muttalib kill me?” I severed his head from his body and appeared before the Noble Prophet (S). “Glad tidings to you, O’ Prophet of Allah! This is the head of Abu Jahl.”[^3] “Abu Jahl was more sinful and worse than Fir’awn of the time of Musa (as).

When Fir’awn was convinced that he would perish, he believed in Allah, whereas when Abu Jahl became certain of his impending doom, he called upon Lat and ‘Uzza to save him,” the Prophet remarked later.[^4] Walid Ibn Mughairah Three years after having been appointed as a prophet and with only a handful of people having accepted Islam, it was revealed to the Noble Prophet (S): “Openly proclaim your Prophethood and disregard the ridicule and troubles from the polytheists, for We shall protect you from their evils.” One of the opponents was Walid Ibn Mughairah.

Once, Jibra`il the divine Archangel, was with the Noble Prophet (S) when Walid happened to pass by. Seeing him, Jibra`il asked the Noble Prophet (S): “This Walid Ibn Mughairah, is he of those who ridicule you*?*” When the Noble Prophet replied in the affirmative, Jibra`il pointed towards Walid’s foot. Walid continued walking until he reached the place where a person from the tribe of Khuza’ah was engaged in sharpening arrows.

Walid stepped on the sharp splinters and chippings lying on the ground, some of which penetrated into the heel of his foot. His heel was badly bruised as blood began to flow. Walid’s pride prevented him from bending down and plucking the splinters out of his heel. On reaching his home, he heaved himself into a chair and dropped off to sleep while his daughter slept on the floor beside the chair.

Meanwhile, the blood gushed out so profusely from Walid’s wound that it reached the mattress of his daughter who woke up from her sleep. She asked her slave-girl why she had not shut the lid of the water-skin. Walid explained, “This is not the water from the water-skin.