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Introducing "Amazing Stories with Zaki the Hoopoe!" 🎉
Get ready for a storytelling adventure that’s not just for kids, but for the whole family—including parents! Zaki, the lively and clever hoopoe bird, invites everyone to explore the wonders of ancient tales, where prophets, brave animals, and magical moments come to life. 🌟 Tailored for kids aged 5-8, but with plenty of fun, humor, and fascinating lessons to keep parents entertained, too!
Zaki's adventures take you to deserts, seas, and enchanted forests, where you’ll meet the brave ant that stood up to Prophet Sulaiman 🐜, Prophet Ibrahim standing up against the evil King Nimrod, Prophet Nuh and his legendary Ark, and many more legendary Prophets. With a sprinkle of jokes, interactive questions, and exciting sound effects, each episode is an engaging experience for all ages!
Parents, you’ll love the way Zaki weaves timeless lessons with humor and charm, making this the perfect family bonding time. Whether in the car, during bedtime, or just for fun, Amazing Stories with Zaki is your go-to source for entertaining, educational stories that spark curiosity and values in kids—and even surprise grown-ups!
So, gather around, sit back, and let Zaki take you on a magical journey that everyone will enjoy. Ready? Let’s fly into adventure! ✨
There, the final date goes right on top.
Zaki:Ah, behold, the tower of sweetness, 23 glorious dates balanced in perfect harmony. A feat of engineering unmatched since the hanging gardens of Babylon,
Captain Suhail:or at least since breakfast. I've sailed seas calmer than that tower, young feathers. One gust of wind and splat. Your citadel of sugar will be naught but a sticky shipwreck.
Noora:It's not going to fall, uncle Sohail. I balanced it perfectly. Watch. See? Solid as a
Zaki:Oh, dear. Casualties everywhere. Raisins without hope. Syrup stains as far as the eye can see.
Noora:You scared me. Now my tower's ruined.
Captain Suhail:Aye, lass. 'Twasn't me fault. Dates be fickle things. One moment they're standing tall. Next they're diving for the sand.
Zaki:You know, this reminds me of something. Sometimes life seems calm, steady, safe, and then wham, danger comes crashing in when you least expect it.
Noora:Like a giant seagull stealing your lunch?
Zaki:Or like a man walking into Makkah with a sword, ready to change everything.
Zaki:Meraj Digital presents The Amazing Stories with Zaki the Hoopoe Season two, episode 19 The day the sword fell.
Zaki:Salaam, my amazing friends. It's me, Zaki the Hoopoe. I'm so glad you've joined me today.
Zaki:Now let's get on with today's story. The air in Makkah is changing and not in a gentle breeze sort of way. Whispers have turned into glares, and for the prophet Muhammad, danger is no longer hiding in the shadows. It's walking right toward him.
Noora:Danger? Like a wild animal?
Zaki:Not an animal, Nunu. A man. A man carrying a sword and a heart full of anger.
Captain Suhail:I know. He came to steal your dates.
Noora:No, Uncle Sohail.
Zaki:Not quite, Captain. This is the story of how a man who came with a sword left with something very different in his heart. The streets of Makkah were restless that day. Market stalls, usually brimming with color and sound, stood half empty. Merchants kept their voices low, their eyes flickering toward a single figure in the distance.
Zaki:And if you listened closely, you could almost hear the whispers following every Muslim who passed.
Noora:Whispering uncle Saqi?
Zaki:Because tensions had grown heavy. Every step the prophet Muhammad took in the city seemed to rattle those who feared his message of truth. And that fear was about to turn into something much sharper. Umer. Umer son of Al Khattab was strong, respected, and fierce in his opposition to Islam.
Zaki:That day, he walked with a clear purpose, to find the prophet and stop his mission.
Captain Suhail:I and by stop, you don't mean the polite
Zaki:kind, do you? No, captain. Not polite. Not safe. A man standing on the side of the road saw Umer and yelled out to him, Umer, have you heard?
Zaki:Your sister, she has embraced Islam. Umer was shocked and surprised. His sister became a Muslim. He didn't like that very much. In that moment, Umer changed his course.
Zaki:The prophet would have to wait. First, he was going to his sister's house. And nothing, not the heat, not the crowds, not the truth itself, could slow him down. Boomer's feet pounded against the dusty streets. His eyes were locked forward, his jaw set.
Zaki:Each step carried the heat of his anger, an anger that burned hotter than the midday sun.
Noora:Was he really going to hurt his own sister?
Zaki:He was blinded by his anger, Nunu. And when someone's heart is closed to the truth, they can do things they would never imagine. Umer stormed into his sister's home. She and her husband were reciting from the Quran. Their voices were calm, steady, and full of light.
Zaki:That light was met by the shadow of Umer's anger. Words were shouted. He struck his sister, a quick harsh blow, and the room seemed to shake with the force of it.
Noora:He hit her?
Zaki:Yes, Nunu. It was wrong and it was cruel, But she stood firm. She said, these are the words of Allah and they cannot be stopped. You may threaten us Umer, but you cannot silence the truth. She refused to let him read the scroll until he purified himself.
Zaki:Umer washed. The dust of the road slid from his hands. The heat of his anger began to cool, drop by drop. The words of Surataha filled the room once more. Indeed, I am Allah.
Zaki:There is no deity except me. So worship me. The words reached his heart, softened it, but did not yet turn it. Umar still rose, still took up his sword. The Prophet was still his next destination.
Captain Suhail:So the sea calmed, but the winds still pushed him forward.
Zaki:Exactly, Captain. The storm wasn't over yet, it was just heading toward a different shore. Umer walked across Makkah with purpose. He wanted to confront the Prophet. He didn't like the problems that the Prophet had caused in the city.
Zaki:People saw him, a man walking with fast pace, sword in hand. He arrived at the house the Prophet was at. The house was quiet but watchful. Inside, the Prophet Muhammad sat among his companions. But at the door, two figures stood like mountains.
Zaki:On one side, Ali. Now a young man, but still fierce, eyes sharp as an eagle's hands ready to strike if danger came near. On the other side, Ali and the Prophet's uncle Hamza, broad shouldered, battle tested and unshaken by any threat. By the barnacles, I wouldn't want to
Captain Suhail:be the person who tried to get past those two.
Zaki:And there, at the threshold, stood Umer. His sword still in his grip, his eyes still hard.
Noora:Why is he still holding the sword?
Zaki:Because his heart had been touched, but not yet turned. And Allah's protection was about to be seen. Umer's gaze met Ali's steel, then Hamzah's fire and beyond them, the prophet calm as the morning sea. The prophet spoke up in an even and kind way. What brings you here Umer?
Zaki:Umer's hand started to shake. His grip on the sword faltered. The weight of Ali's watchful eyes, Hamza's unshaken stance and the Prophet's calm and majestic manners pressed against his anger until it cracked. He said slowly and methodically. Umer looked around, his eyes looking at every single person.
Zaki:He finally dropped his sword and with a deep breath said, I came with anger, but I cannot deny the truth. After that moment, Umer bowed his head and accepted Islam. He declared himself Muslim. This was Allah protecting his messenger, turning what could have been blood into safety. I I'd say it was those two mountains at the door that helped.
Zaki:Maybe captain, it was the truth and Allah's protection that outshone the sword.
Noora:So even when someone came with a sword, Allah still kept the prophet safe?
Zaki:Exactly, Nunu. No matter how close the danger came, Allah's protection was stronger.
Captain Suhail:Aye. But having two giants like Ali and Hamza standing guard doesn't hurt either.
Noora:True. But even the biggest guards can't stop what Allah decides.
Zaki:And that's the lesson, my friends. Allah's truth will always shine brighter than any sword, and his protection will never fail his messenger. And that's how on the day the sword fell, the truth stood taller than fear.
Noora:I like that one, Uncle Zaki, even if it made my heart race a little.
Zaki:Well, my fine feathered friends. Our time today has flown by faster than Captain Suhail's spotting a free fish. But our journey through Maka's history is far from over. Because next time, the Quraysh will strike in a different way. No sword, no battle, but a plan to squeeze the Muslims until they break.
Captain Suhail:Squeeze them? How?
Zaki:By cutting them off from food, trade, even their friends, and the start of a year filled with deep sorrow.
Captain Suhail:I then will just get us some crab guards for protection. Claws out, ready to pinch anyone who comes too close.
Noora:Crab guards?
Zaki:We'll see you next time, my friends, for another amazing story and maybe a few too many crabs. Salaam for now.
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