Captain Sohail, quick!
Get in here!
They're coming!
I told you this wouldn't work, Zaki.
Zaki, no good ever came from hiding inside a giant woven date basket.
Shhh!
This is exactly how the early Muslims hid from the Quraysh before making their escape.
It's called immersion storytelling.
It's called sitting in a fruit hamper like a confused raisin.
Uh, why is the date basket breathing?
Ha!
See?
The element of surprise.
That's historical empathy, Nunu.
Or perhaps just indigestion.
You scared the feathers off me!
Wait.
Are you reenacting another story?
Precisely.
The story of the Muslims who had to flee Makkah and seek safety in Abyssinia.
I once sought refuge myself from a storm of a hundred seagulls with salt-crusted tempers.
Captain Sohail, but you are a seagull too.
Aye, exactly.
And I still didn't get asylum.
The Barnacles claimed I was too loud for nesting season.
Can you imagine that?
Mirage Digital presents season 2, episode 18 a plea before a king.
Salaam, my amazing friends, it's me, zaki the hoopoe, and i've got a question for you.
Oh, a mystery question.
I love mystery questions.
Have you ever felt out of place, like you didn't quite belong and just wished someone would understand you?
I once wandered into a puffin parliament by mistake.
Let's just say it got awkward.
Today's story is about people who were treated badly just because of what they believed.
They had to leave their homes and hope a stranger in a faraway land would take them in.
That sounds scary.
It was.
But sometimes when things are hardest, a door opens in the most unexpected place.
And sometimes the door's locked and you crash beak first into it.
Crack!
That actually happened last week.
So flap in close, my friends, because this is a story about faith, courage, and a king who listened.
Makkah was not a safe place for the early Muslims.
They were mocked, blocked from markets, hurt in the streets.
Some were even tortured, just for saying, La ilaha illallah.
But that's not fair.
It wasn't, Nunu.
The Prophet Muhammad saw how much his followers were suffering, especially those without powerful families to protect them.
Aye, when storms brew, even the smallest bird needs shelter.
So the prophet gave them a message.
He told them, Go to Abyssinia.
There is a king there who does not wrong anyone, a Christian king, a just king in a land far across the desert and the sea.
And who led them?
None other than Jaffer ibn Abi Talib.
Do you know who that is?
Wait!
Ali's big brother?
That's right!
Cousin of the Prophet.
Brave, kind and wise, Jaffer was trusted to lead the group.
He wasn't just a leader, he was family.
Blood thicker than brine, as we say on the coast, except when someone drinks all the coconut water.
With only their faith to guide them, the Muslims cross the burning deserts of Arabia, riding by day, hiding by night.
Their feet blistered, their lips cracked, but they didn't turn back.
And then the sea, The Great Red Sea.
Deep.
Blue.
Wide as the sky.
Fun fact, kids.
The Red Sea isn't actually red.
Tis indeed blue.
You wouldn't believe the shock I felt when I first saw it.
Did they know how to sail?
If they had asked a certain legendary seagull captain, they might have had smoother winds.
They boarded merchant ships praying for safety, and by the grace of Allah, they made it.
Abyssinia and at its heart, a palace unlike any they had seen.
Grand columns, high windows, guards in fine armor.
And the king?
Waiting on his throne, ready to hear why strangers from Arabia had come seeking protection.
Ah, feathers and figs, it's about to begin.
The Muslims stood in the grand hall of An-Najashi, the Christian king of Abyssinia.
He wore a robe of fine cloth, and his crown shimmered in the soft morning light.
But it wasn't gold or guards that made him special.
It was justice.
He looks kind he was anna.
Jashi followed and believed in prophet isa, but they called him jesus and, like true christians, he believed in one god, just as the muslims did, but he didn't know what islam really was, and i wager this will be the wrong day for first impressions.
So jafer ibn abi talib, Cousin of the Prophet and big brother to Ali, stepped forward.
Calm, brave, a leader not just by blood but by heart.
Jaffer spoke of what life had been like before Islam how people worshipped idols and treated the weak like dirt, how the prophet had brought light and justice, commanding truthfulness, kindness and prayer, and how they had been chased out of their homes.
For believing in one God.
He told all that in front of everyone?
Every word with courage, with calm, with truth.
Feather me starboard.
That's bold, that is.
And then they arrived.
The Quraysh.
The Quraysh had chased the Muslims across deserts and oceans.
And now, here they were, cloaked in fine fabric, pretending to be noble but full of anger.
They stood before the king and claimed the Muslims were rebels, that they mocked their fathers, that they had insulted their gods Lot, Uzzah and Manat.
They wanted An-Najashi to send the Muslims back to punishment.
That's not fair.
They didn't do anything wrong.
You don't need swords to stab truth, Nunu.
Just loud lies and fancy cloaks.
Jaffer stood tall.
He explained they weren't trying to cause trouble.
They were only trying to live in peace, to worship the one God, the God of Ibrahim and Isa.
But Anajashi furrowed his brow.
His heart was kind.
But his ears had heard many things and he didn't yet understand the difference between what the Muslims believed and what he had grown up believing.
He looked upon Jafar, upon the tired faces of the refugees, and then he spoke.
He would not grant them asylum, not because he was cruel, not because he hated them, but because he was confused.
He needed to understand.
And Ja'far had just one more chance to explain.
If he's going to turn the tide, now's the time.
In that moment, the world held its breath.
The king, a Najashi, had heard both sides the Quraysh with their wealth and power and the Muslims with only their truth.
A truth can be small, lad, but it can shine like a lighthouse in the dark.
And then Jafar stepped forward again, no crown, no sword, just his words, just his heart.
O king, we honor Isa, the son of Mariam.
We believe in him and in the miracles Allah gave him, that he healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, that he was born to a woman pure and chosen.
The court grew quiet.
Even the wind outside seemed to pause.
But we do not call him the son of God.
We say what Isa said, that he is a servant of Allah, a messenger.
A word breathed into Mariam by his command.
Ja'far spoke of Maryam's pain, her courage, the birth beneath the palm tree.
He spoke of Isa's first words as a baby, I am the servant of Allah.
He said that when he was a baby?
Yes.
And as Ja'far spoke, a Najashi leaned forward.
His eyes filled not with doubt but with understanding, with light, a light that flickers only when the truth touches the heart.
A tear ran down the king's cheek, then another.
He turned to the court and said by allah, what you have said and what we believe comes from the same light.
He believed them.
He did Because the truth, when spoken with love, can cross oceans.
Then, with a voice as steady as stone, An-Najashi turned to the Quraysh.
He told them their gifts would not buy injustice, that the Muslims were free, that no one would harm them here.
May the stars guide him.
That's a king with a compass in his soul.
The Muslims wept with joy.
For the first time in years, they were safe in a land far from home.
A Christian king had opened his arms to Muslim strangers.
He gave them a home.
And he gave the world a moment that still shines like a lantern in history.
Uncle Zaki?
That was beautiful.
It was, Nunu.
So, even though they believed different things, Anna Joshi listened with his heart?
Yes.
He didn't just hear Jaffer's words.
He understood them.
He saw their faith, their honesty, and their courage.
He didn't need proof, or gold, or power.
Just truth and kindness.
Sometimes the biggest changes begin with one person who chooses to do what's right instead of what's easy.
I think I know the lesson.
Tell me.
That we should always speak the truth, even when it's scary.
And always stand up for people, even if they don't believe exactly what we do.
No, no.
That's exactly it.
Aye, and let it be known if I ever become king of a faraway land, I shall grant refuge to all brave souls, truthful parrots and any pigeon with a decent pie recipe.
Captain, so hail.
I mean it.
No liars, no idol worship, but yes to pie.
What if the pie is lying?
Then it shall be banished to the sea.
So, my amazing friends...
In the land of Abyssinia, the Muslims found safety not because they fought, but because they stood for the truth with dignity, with heart and with faith.
And because one king listened.
And next time, we'll meet another seeker, not a king, but a traveler.
A wanderer chasing truth across deserts, temples and miles of mystery.
Oh!
Is it someone with a map?
If there's no treasure at the end, I'm demanding a refund.
But for now remember, wherever you are, no matter how far from home, Allah's truth can guide you, and one honest voice can change everything.
I once gave a speech so moving, a crab pinched its own claws in applause.
That didn't happen.
You weren't there.
It was a very emotional crap.
This story was produced by Mirage Digital.
Voices provided by Wayne Holland as Zucky and Curtis Fletcher as Captain Sohail.
Episode written, directed, and edited by Syed Kashf and Atef Hussain.
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