He then asked his father to tie him tightly so he would not struggle, to blindfold himself so he would not hesitate, and to sharpen the knife well so that death would be swift.
Sarah was struck with awe. The impossible had just knocked on her door. But before Ishaaq, there was another story—a story of a mother and a son in the desert. nabi ibraahim caruurtiisa
Ibraahim said to his son, “O my son, indeed I have seen in a dream that I must sacrifice you. So look, what do you think?” He then asked his father to tie him
“Shall I bear a child when I am an old woman and this husband of mine is an aged man?” she chuckled to herself, her heart mixing hope with disbelief. But before Ishaaq, there was another story—a story
Ibraahim obeyed. He led Hajar and the suckling baby across the desolate plains until they stood in a hollow of scorched earth, with no trees, no water, no people. He placed them under a lone acacia tree, left a small bag of dates and a waterskin, and turned to leave.
Ibraahim did not turn around. He could not. His eyes were filled with tears.