Captain, did you realize we've done over 52 episodes now?
So?
So, you know what that means, right?
We get a vacation.
No, it means it's been a whole year of amazing stories.
Stories of prophets, of courage, of Islam, just for kids.
You don't say.
And here, I thought we were just making noise into the wind.
Well, somehow we still haven't gone viral.
Wait, viral?
Is it dangerous?
Have I been exposed?
No, no, it means people haven't shared us yet.
You know, passed us around, told their friends.
Ah, so you're saying...
If more people shared this thing, we might finally be famous.
Exactly.
Well then, somebody ought to tell the parents.
Yeah, someone should.
You think they'll ever hear us say that?
Nah, I wasn't recording this part.
Mirage Digital presents The Amazing Stories with Zucky the Hoopoe.
Season 3, Episode 1 The Night of Hydra, Part 2.
Salaam, my fine feathered friends.
Welcome back to Amazing Stories with Zucky.
We've flown straight into Season 3 and oh, what a moment to begin.
Finally!
I've been waiting for this part.
You stopped the last story right at the most important moment, Uncle Zucky.
My feathers almost fell off from the suspense.
I know, little chick.
I know.
But that's what happens when you're telling true stories.
Sometimes the truth is so big, you can't finish it all at once.
Aye, and a cliffhanger's, just a story hanging off a cliff, begging to be rescued by a daring seagull.
Yes, thank you, Captain.
As always, helpful.
Last time we gathered, we told the story of the Night of Hijrah, the night when enemies crept through the shadows and surrounded the Prophet's house.
But when they pulled back the blanket, ready to strike, They found someone else lying in the bed.
It was Ali.
It was really Ali under the blanket.
Yes, little one, the prophet was gone and his brave young cousin Ali was lying there instead.
Calm, silent, trusting.
It was the beginning of something that would change the world, because this wasn't just a night of danger.
It was the beginning of the Hijra, the great migration from Makkah to Medina.
The Prophet's message had spread, his followers had grown, but so had the danger.
His home was no longer safe, the city he loved was no longer safe.
It was time to leave.
But he didn't leave just to escape, did he?
No, he left because his mission had to survive, because truth can't be buried by swords, and sometimes, when the world feels like it's closing in, That's when you take a deep breath and keep walking.
Through storms and sand, through fear and fire, through... Through this story, Captain.
So today we begin a journey across the desert.
A journey of patience and trust in Allah.
A journey that proves something very important.
When the world makes you wait...
It's because something worth waiting for is about to begin.
Are you ready?
Chapter One, The Empty Bed The Quraysh froze.
Their swords hovered in the air.
Their eyes locked on the figure in the bed.
But it was not the Prophet.
It was Ali.
Calm.
Still, eyes closed as if sleeping, though he knew exactly what he was doing.
But they didn't attack him?
No.
Their blades dropped just a little.
Their hands shook, because this wasn't the man they came for.
And in that moment, even they weren't sure what to do.
Aye, you plan a strike with a storm in your gut, but what do you do when the storm vanishes?
One of them stepped forward.
Where is he? they hissed.
Where is Muhammad?
Ali opened his eyes.
He sat up slowly.
Not afraid, he looked at them and said, Nothing.
He didn't speak?
He didn't need to.
His silence was the answer.
The prophet was gone, and nothing they did could bring him back.
The men cursed.
Some shouted.
Some turned to run into the night.
But the one thing they had not planned for was failure.
Blimey!
That's like throwing a net into the sea and catching a coconut.
But Uncle Zucky, why did Ali do it?
Why would he sleep in the prophet's bed when he knew they were coming with swords?
Because he trusted.
He trusted the prophet, he trusted the mission and he trusted allah.
It wasn't just about being brave.
It was about believing that some things are bigger than fear.
And that night, ali showed the world that you don't need armor to be strong.
You just need a heart full of truth.
So Where was the prophet?
Ah, that is the question, isn't it?
While the Quraysh raced through alleys and shouted in the dark, the prophet had already begun a very different journey a journey of dust and silence, of long shadows and quiet steps, a journey that would carry him out of Makkah.
Chapter 2 Through the Shadows of Makkah The door closed behind him.
No guards, no crowd, no light, just a breath of cold air.
And silence.
The prophet stepped into the night.
The streets of Makkah were waiting, but he didn't run.
He walked.
Wait, just like that?
Just walked out into the open?
Not quite the open, Nora.
The alleys were narrow, the shadows deep.
Koresh had posted lookouts.
They were watching doorways, listening for sound, searching for anything, anyone.
This is making my feathers itch.
He's got no backup, no eagle escort, no plan.
He had a plan, Captain, but it wasn't his own.
It came from above.
Every step was exactly when it was meant to be.
Every breath, protected.
The prophet moved like a shadow stitched to the night.
Past homes, past whispers, past danger that didn't even see him coming.
I swear, if a single scout even blinked in the wrong direction.
But they didn't, because Allah had guarded his path.
And then near the edge of the city, he saw someone.
Abu Bakr.
He was...
Just there?
Wandering, not running, not hiding, not gone.
The prophet invited him to come.
Just like that?
Not a ready your gear, we leave at dawn moment?
No, no plans, no packing, just the moment and the decision.
Why take him?
Because mercy doesn't always wait, and sometimes you bring someone with you.
Not because they're ready, but because you won't leave them behind.
Zaki, my wings are sweating.
This story's got more tension than a fishing line in a sea storm.
The prophet and Abu Bakr left the city together.
Two figures in the dark.
Not running, walking.
Past the last homes, past the watch fires, past the city that had turned its back.
They carried no banners, no warnings, no protection, except trust in Allah.
He left everything behind, didn't he?
Everything but the truth.
But Quraysh weren't finished.
And soon...
Their rage would thunder across the desert.
Chapter 3 The Cave of Silk and Stone When Quraysh realized what had happened, they were furious.
They had waited in the darkness only to find Ali in the bed, calm, brave, unbothered.
But now the prophet was gone vanished, and every moment he stayed gone was a moment they lost control.
So they went mad, didn't they?
Storming through streets, slamming open doors, shouting at shadows.
They searched every alley, questioned every traveler.
They brought out riders on horseback. expert trackers, sharp-eyed scouts, all to hunt down one man.
But he didn't go in a straight line, right?
That would have been too easy to follow.
Exactly, Nora.
The prophet didn't take the usual road north to Medina.
He went south first, away from the path, to throw them off.
They walked through dry valleys, scrambled across rocky slopes.
Their feet ached, their water ran low, and always behind them, the sound of horses.
I told you we needed eagles or a camel with rockets strapped to its tail.
But this wasn't a race of speed.
It was a race of trust.
And when the prophet saw the cliffs ahead, he turned.
Up a steep, narrow path, nearly invisible to the eye, they climbed.
Higher, tired, breathless.
At the top, there was a cave.
The cave?
The cave of Thar.
Just large enough to hide.
Just high enough to be missed.
They entered, the wind outside blew sharp against the rock, and then they waited.
But the chase wasn't over.
Quraish followed.
The riders reached the base of the cliff.
Dust flew.
Voices shouted.
They were getting closer.
This is it, isn't it?
They're trapped.
They're finished.
This is the end of the scroll.
Inside, Abu Bakr trembled and began to weep in fear.
He turned to the prophet, his voice shaking.
If they just look down, they'll see us.
And the prophet replied, Do not be afraid.
Allah is with us.
He really wasn't scared at all?
Not even a little.
Because when your trust is with Allah, fear doesn't get to lead.
And then the miracle began.
A spider, silent and unnoticed, lowered itself at the mouth of the cave and began to weave.
A spider, you say?
Blimey!
The spider spun a web, thread by thread, circle by circle, a web so fine, the morning light could barely see it.
Then a dove landed, wings fluttering, chest puffed.
It built a nest.
Two tiny eggs, still and warm.
You're telling me this was the master plan?
Spider silk and eggshells?
Yes, and it worked.
Quraish reached the cave.
Their boots scraped the ground.
Their swords gleamed in the sun, and then they stopped.
They looked up, saw the spider web unbroken, saw the bird resting.
One of them scoffed, no one's been here, look at that, even the spiders spun its web.
And just like that, they left.
They left because of a web?
Because Allah protected his messenger with the gentlest of signs.
So the spider saved them?
No, Allah saved them.
But he chose a spider and a bird to write that miracle in the sky.
That day, the weakest home in the world became the strongest shield in history.
And to think, I almost swatted a spider this morning.
Feathers of Wisdom Uncle Zucky, why did it have to be so hard?
What do you mean, little one?
I mean, couldn't Allah have just made the prophet fly to Medina or snap his feathers and be safe?
Why make him walk through the night and hide in a cave and get chased by swords?
Ah, that's a question many of us ask, Nora.
Why the hard way?
But sometimes, the hard way is what teaches the heart the most.
You don't grow trust in Allah when everything's easy.
You grow it when things are scary.
And you still believe.
So the prophet wasn't afraid?
Inside that cave, it was Abu Bakr who was afraid.
But the prophet said something beautiful.
It's in the Quran, in Surah At-Tawbah, verse 40.
Do not be afraid.
Allah is with us.
And Eli, he showed patience, right?
Like...
Real patience, the dangerous kind.
Exactly.
Patience isn't just waiting.
It's doing what's right, even when it's hard.
That night, Ali had Sabr, and the Prophet had Dawakkul.
Both of them trusted Allah in their own ways.
So if I get scared, like really scared, i can still have trust and still have patience, even if i'm small, especially if you're small, because with allah even a spider can protect a prophet, even a child can be a hero.
That miracle, the web, the nest, the cave, it wasn't just protection, it was a reminder.
And Allah put that reminder in Surah Al-Ankabut, verse 41.
Indeed, the example of those who take protectors other than Allah is like that of the spider who builds a home.
And truly, the weakest of homes is the spider's home, if only they knew.
All these years flapping about for safety.
Turns out I should have just found me a spider and trusted Allah.
Some stories make your heart race.
Some make you hold your breath.
And some remind you that even in the darkest moments, Allah is always near.
But the journey isn't over yet.
In fact, it's just beginning.
Oh yes.
The next chapter takes us to a city filled with new hope, waiting hearts and one very determined camel.
Ooh, I love camels!
What does it do?
Does it talk?
Does it carry scrolls?
No spoilers, Nora.
But let's just say when that camel stops walking, history is about to change.
I once followed a camel for three days in Yemen.
Turned out he just wanted dates.
Thief stole my lunch.
And on that note, I'll see you all next time for another amazing story with Zucky.
And me.
I used to laugh at spiders.
Now I'm thinking I should hire one as head of security.
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 Hussein.
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