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๐˜ผ๐™ฃ ๐˜ผ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐˜ผ๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‚๐™–๐™ฏ๐™š




The righteous servant, Sulaimฤn ibn Yasฤr, may Allฤh have mercy on him, departed from his town travelling, accompanied by a companion. They went to the market to purchase provisions, while Sulaimฤn remained seated, waiting for him.

Sulaimฤn ibn Yasฤr was *handsome and well built, one of the most beautiful in appearance and among the most pious in abstaining from what Allฤh has forbidden* .

A Bedouin woman from the mountains noticed him. When she saw his beauty and elegance, she approached him while wearing a veil and stood before him. She revealed a face that shone like a full moon and said, โ€œ _Grant me._ โ€

Sulaymฤn *lowered his gaze* , assuming that she was a poor woman in need of food, so he rose to give her some of what he had. When she saw this, she said to him, โ€œ _I do not desire this food. I want that which exists between a man and his wife._ โ€

*Sulaimฤnโ€™s face changed, and he grew stern* . He cried out to her, โ€œ *Indeed, Shayแนญฤn has prepared you!* โ€

He then *covered his face with his hands, buried his head between his knees, and began to weep and lament* . When the beautiful woman saw that he did not look at her, she lowered her veil over her face and departed to her tent.

After some time, his companion returned, having bought their provisions. When he saw the state of Sulaimฤnโ€™s eyes, red from weeping and his voice broken, he asked, โ€œ _Why are you crying?_ โ€

Sulaymฤn replied,

โ€œ _All is well. I was only remembering my young children._ โ€

His companion said, โ€œ _No. You have a story. Your children have only been entrusted to you for about three years or so_ .โ€

His companion pressed him until he recounted the story of the woman. Then they set the table and *both wept intensely* .

Sulaimฤn asked him, โ€œ _And what makes you cry?_ โ€

He replied,

โ€œ _I am more entitled to cry than you_ .โ€

Sulaimฤn asked, โ€œ _Why?_ โ€

He said, โ€œ *Because I fear that if I were in your place, I would not have been able to restrain myself.* โ€

Thus, Sulaimฤn and his companion wept together. When Sulaimฤn arrived in Makkah, performed the แนฌawฤf and Saโ€˜ฤซ, he approached the Stone, leaned upon it with his garment, and dozed lightly.

In his dream, *he saw a handsome, well formed man of good stature, with a pleasing appearance and sweet fragrance.*

Sulaimฤn asked him, โ€œ _Who are you, may Allฤh have mercy on you?_ โ€

The man replied, โ€œ *I am the Prophet Yลซsuf, the truthful, son of Yaโ€˜qลซb* .โ€

Sulaimฤn said, โ€œ *Indeed, your story and the story of the wife of Al โ€˜Azฤซz are remarkable.* โ€

Yลซsuf peace be upon him replied, โ€œ *_Rather, your story and that of the Bedouin woman are even more astonishing._* โ€



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