The night felt heavier than usual, like the sky itself was waiting. I couldn’t sleep. My father, Khalid, had returned from Hudaybiyyah with the rest of the companions—his head bowed, his shoulders tense. Everyone had expected victory. Instead, they were turned away from Mecca without even reaching the Kaaba.
You won’t find my name in any hadith, but I was there—the son of a man who loved Allah and His Messenger ﷺ more than himself. So when the treaty was signed—when we were stopped just outside the sacred city after years of longing—I saw disappointment in every face.
But then, something happened a few nights later. I remember it because my father ran to wake us, joy lighting his face like dawn. “The Prophet ﷺ has seen a dream,” he said, breathless. “A dream of victory.”
Muhammad ﷺ was the Messenger of Allah, the last prophet, sent to guide all people. My father told us the Prophet ﷺ had seen himself and his followers entering the Kaaba—the ancient House of Allah in Mecca—calm, secure, with heads shaved and hair shortened, just as pilgrims do during Umrah, the minor pilgrimage. The dream was clear, and he was sure it was true.
“But we were just sent back,” I said, confused. “Didn’t they stop us?”
“Yes,” my father said. “But if this is what he saw, then Allah will make it happen.”
For weeks after that, there was a quiet confidence among the believers. The people of Mecca had turned us away. It had hurt. Yet we didn’t stop believing. The Prophet ﷺ never spoke from his own desire. What he said was from Allah. And so we held onto that dream.
Months passed. Each night, I looked at the stars and thought about Mecca. I thought about standing before the Kaaba, a place built by Prophet Ibrahim—known to Christians and Jews as Abraham—and his son Isma’il (Ishmael), to worship the One True God.
Then, the next year, it happened. Just as foretold. The Quraysh—leaders of Mecca—agreed to the terms set by the treaty. We could enter Mecca safely for three days and perform Umrah. When I saw the Prophet ﷺ walking calmly through the city with his companions, I couldn’t believe it. Not a sword raised. Not a threat heard. We had returned in peace.
I remember the way the Prophet ﷺ looked at the Kaaba. Not with pride, but with peace. With gratitude. The dream had come true. And it wasn’t just a dream—it had been a promise.
That day, I understood something I carry even now. When Allah gives a promise through His messenger, no treaty, no enemy, no barrier can stop it. Victory doesn’t always mean battle. Sometimes, it means patience. Sometimes, it looks like being turned away—only to return with honor.
Inspired by the dream mentioned in the Qur’an in Surah Al-Fath (48:27), and narrations from authentic Hadith in Sahih al-Bukhari.
The night felt heavier than usual, like the sky itself was waiting. I couldn’t sleep. My father, Khalid, had returned from Hudaybiyyah with the rest of the companions—his head bowed, his shoulders tense. Everyone had expected victory. Instead, they were turned away from Mecca without even reaching the Kaaba.
You won’t find my name in any hadith, but I was there—the son of a man who loved Allah and His Messenger ﷺ more than himself. So when the treaty was signed—when we were stopped just outside the sacred city after years of longing—I saw disappointment in every face.
But then, something happened a few nights later. I remember it because my father ran to wake us, joy lighting his face like dawn. “The Prophet ﷺ has seen a dream,” he said, breathless. “A dream of victory.”
Muhammad ﷺ was the Messenger of Allah, the last prophet, sent to guide all people. My father told us the Prophet ﷺ had seen himself and his followers entering the Kaaba—the ancient House of Allah in Mecca—calm, secure, with heads shaved and hair shortened, just as pilgrims do during Umrah, the minor pilgrimage. The dream was clear, and he was sure it was true.
“But we were just sent back,” I said, confused. “Didn’t they stop us?”
“Yes,” my father said. “But if this is what he saw, then Allah will make it happen.”
For weeks after that, there was a quiet confidence among the believers. The people of Mecca had turned us away. It had hurt. Yet we didn’t stop believing. The Prophet ﷺ never spoke from his own desire. What he said was from Allah. And so we held onto that dream.
Months passed. Each night, I looked at the stars and thought about Mecca. I thought about standing before the Kaaba, a place built by Prophet Ibrahim—known to Christians and Jews as Abraham—and his son Isma’il (Ishmael), to worship the One True God.
Then, the next year, it happened. Just as foretold. The Quraysh—leaders of Mecca—agreed to the terms set by the treaty. We could enter Mecca safely for three days and perform Umrah. When I saw the Prophet ﷺ walking calmly through the city with his companions, I couldn’t believe it. Not a sword raised. Not a threat heard. We had returned in peace.
I remember the way the Prophet ﷺ looked at the Kaaba. Not with pride, but with peace. With gratitude. The dream had come true. And it wasn’t just a dream—it had been a promise.
That day, I understood something I carry even now. When Allah gives a promise through His messenger, no treaty, no enemy, no barrier can stop it. Victory doesn’t always mean battle. Sometimes, it means patience. Sometimes, it looks like being turned away—only to return with honor.
Inspired by the dream mentioned in the Qur’an in Surah Al-Fath (48:27), and narrations from authentic Hadith in Sahih al-Bukhari.
