feelings of joy and surprise, he asked, “Are you really Khalīlullāh?”

Prophet Ibrāhīm عَـلَيْـهِ الـسَّـلاَم replied, “Yes! I am Khalīlullāh.” No sooner had he heard this than the slave fell unconscious and breathed his last at that very moment. It is narrated that a light descended from the sky at that time and enveloped the body of the fortunate slave. When the light receded, it could not be determined whether his body was taken up to the sky or buried in the earth.

(2): Then Prophet Ibrāhīm عَـلَيْـهِ الـسَّـلاَم  continued his journey. As he walked, he reached a mountain where there was a house with two doors. Prophet Ibrāhīmعَـلَيْـهِ الـسَّـلاَم  entered and found a bier inside, upon which a body was laid. Seventy fine garments were placed over it. A tablet was placed near its head. Prophet Ibrāhīm عَـلَيْـهِ الـسَّـلاَم read the tablet, and it was inscribed:

I am Shaddād bin ꜤĀd. I lived for one thousand years. I defeated one thousand armies.  I built the city of Iram. But alas, when the time of my death came, all my strategies failed. I gathered physicians from all over the world in my palace, but none of them could avert death. Therefore, whoever sees me should not be deceived by the world. O people! Keep the doors of the world narrow for yourselves! You do not possess the kingdom that I possessed, you will not live as long as I lived, you will not accumulate as much as I accumulated. Pay heed, the world is deceptive, it is a killer, it forever eludes those who yearn for it!

Upon witnessing this wonder, Prophet Ibrāhīm عَـلَيْـهِ الـسَّـلاَم returned.^[1]