He did not put perfume on his body.

He did not put perfume on his body. He did not dress up; he wore normal clothes. Besides, his mother saw him treating his parents politely. One day, the mother heard about her son's frequent visits to al-Arqam's house. She got crazy. She waited for his return impatiently. Mus'ab came back in the evening and greeted his mother. But the mother strongly slapped his cheek and shouted at him stormily: Why have you left your ancestor's religion and followed Muhammad's?

Mother, because it's the best religion! The mother was about to lose her mind because everyone obeyed her, even her husband. She did not control herself. Thus, she slapped his cheek again. Mus'ab sadly sat down. The mother sat down, too. She began thinking about a way to return her son to his ancestor's religion. The mother kindly said to her son: Don't you see the Muslims suffering from torture? Islam is slaves religion! It suits Bilal, Suhaib and Ammar. You belong to the Quraish.

Mus'ab looked at his mother and said kindly: No, mother! Islam is people's religion. There's no difference between a Quraishi and non-Quraishi, and between the black and the white. The difference between them is piety. Mother, please follow Allah's religion and leave the idols because they're useless! The mother kept silent. She thought of another way to drive her son away from Muhammad's religion. The sun rose in the morning. It filled Makkah's houses and mountains with its rays.

The house was empty. Mus'ab said to himself: "Where's my mother gone?" Mus'ab wanted to go out. He headed for the door, tried to open it but found it locked. Mus'ab was waiting for his mother's return. An hour passed. The door was opened. His mother and a veiled man appeared from behind the door. The man was carrying a sword in one hand and chains in the other. The Prison The mother said to her son: Do you want to go to al-Arqam's house? Mus'ab kept silent.

The mother went on: This room will be your prison till you leave Muhammad's religion. Mus'ab firmly said: I prefer death to that! The man chained Mus'ab, and his mother pushed him towards the room that became his prison. Days passed. Mus'ab suffered from hunger and loneliness in prison. He was always weeping. The Prophet (s) and the Muslims heard about Mus'ab's sufferings. They took pity on him. They were filled with admiration because he preferred prison to all his amusements.

Freedom Mus'ab was always worshipping Allah in prison. He was pleased with his faith.