Prophet Yusufيوسف

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going into a grand palace hall, in the land of Egypt. Standing tall at the front is one of the most powerful men in the whole country, the trusted official in charge of the storehouses.

And in front of him... standing... are a group of tired, hungry travellers, who have come begging for grain to feed their families. They do not know who this powerful official really is. But he knows exactly who they are.

Because long, long ago... these very men threw him into a deep, dark well... and left him there... when he was just a boy. And now, at last, they stand before him, and he has the power to help them. Will he take his revenge? Or will he do something no one expects?

To find out how a boy from a well became a trusted leader in Egypt... our story has to start with a dream. This is the story of Prophet Yusuf... alayhi salaam.

A long time ago... in a land of wide deserts and endless skies... there lived a boy named Yusuf. He was kind. He was honest. And his father... Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam... loved him deeply.

Yusuf told his father about a remarkable dream.

"Baba... I had a dream last night. I saw eleven stars... the sun... and the moon. And all of them... were bowing down to me."

Yaqub explained that Allāh would choose Yusuf and teach him to understand dreams. But he warned his son about sharing this dream.

"Yusuf," he said quietly. "Don't tell your brothers about this dream. They might make a plan against you."

Why would a father say that?

Because Yaqub knew... his older sons were already jealous of Yusuf. They saw how close Yusuf was to their father. And jealousy... can make people do terrible things.

And it did.

One day... the brothers came up with a plan. They told Yaqub they wanted to take Yusuf out to play. But instead... they took him far from home... and lowered him down into a deep... dark well.

Then they went back... smeared his shirt with blood... and told their father a wolf had taken Yusuf.

Yaqub held that shirt in his hands... and he knew. He knew they were lying. But his heart broke all the same.

And he said something powerful. "Fa sabrun jameel... wallāhu al-musta'ānu alā mā tasifoon."

Beautiful patience. And Allāh is the one I turn to... against what you describe.

Even in his pain... Yaqub turned to Allāh.

Down in that well... Yusuf sat in the darkness. It was cold. It was silent. And he was completely alone.

He turned to Allāh... and he trusted.

And deep in that darkness... Allāh revealed a promise to Yusuf.

"You will tell them of this day... a day when they will not even recognize you."

Yusuf held on to that promise. And Allāh didn't forget him.

A few days later... a caravan of travelers stopped near the well for water. They lowered a bucket into the darkness... and when they pulled it back up... there was Yusuf... holding on.

"A boy!" the man gasped.

They lifted him out into the sunlight. The darkness of the well was behind him.

The travelers took him on a long journey... across the desert... all the way to Egypt. Can you imagine? A boy from a small village... riding through the dunes... under a sky full of stars... not knowing where he was going.

But Allāh knew.

In Egypt... a powerful man known as Al-Aziz bought Yusuf. He brought him home and said to his wife... "Take care of this boy. He may be of great benefit to us."

And so Yusuf grew up in that house. When he reached maturity, Allāh gave him wisdom and knowledge.

As Yusuf grew older... he became known for his character. Everyone who met him could see there was something special about him.

But not everyone around him had good intentions.

One day... someone in that house tried to get Yusuf to do something wrong. Something that would go against everything Allāh had taught him.

And Yusuf refused.

"Ma'ādhallāh," he said. "I seek refuge in Allāh." He would not betray the trust of the household where he lived.

But even though Yusuf did the right thing... he was accused of doing wrong. They lied about him. And he was thrown into prison.

Think about that. He did nothing wrong. And he still ended up in a cell.

Yusuf continued to do good. He turned to Allāh. And in prison... two young men recognised his goodness.

When two prisoners had dreams they couldn't understand... they came to Yusuf.

"We can see you are a good man," they said. "Tell us what our dreams mean."

Yusuf explained their dreams. But first... he told them about Allāh. Even in prison... Yusuf was calling people to the truth.

That is real strength. Choosing what is right... even when life is unfair.

Years passed. And then one night... the King of Egypt had a strange dream.

Seven fat, healthy cows... being swallowed by seven thin, weak ones. And seven green stalks of grain... alongside seven dry ones.

He called his advisors. His scholars. His wisest men. "Tell me what this means," he demanded.

They shrugged. "Just a confused dream," they said. "We cannot explain dreams like these."

But it did mean something. And deep in the prison... was the man who would explain it.

One of the king's servants remembered a man named Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam... who understood dreams.

So the man went to Yusuf in prison and asked about the dream.

And Yusuf explained. "The seven fat cows are seven years of good harvest. Plant and save as much grain as you can. Because after that... seven years of drought will come. The people will need everything you stored."

The man carried the answer back. The king sent for Yusuf. This was a plan to prepare for the hungry years.

But Yusuf did not leave prison yet. He sent the messenger back to ask about the accusation. He wanted the truth to come out.

And it did. The women confirmed his innocence. Then Yusuf came before the king, who offered him a trusted position.

Then Yusuf said... "Ij'alnee alā khazā'inil ard... innee hafeezun aleem."

Put me in charge of the storehouses of the land. I am trustworthy and knowledgeable.

And just like that... the boy from the well... the man from the prison... became one of the most powerful people in all of Egypt.

The seven good years passed. And then... the drought came. No rain. Crops withered. People across the region went hungry.

But Egypt had food. Because Yusuf had planned ahead.

And one day... a group of men walked into the great hall to ask for grain.

Yusuf looked at them. He recognised them.

It was his brothers.

They were older now. Worn from the journey. But Yusuf recognized every single one of them. They didn't recognize him, though. To them... he was just a powerful Egyptian official.

Yusuf could have shouted. He could have turned them away. But he didn't.

He was kind. He gave them grain. He treated them with dignity. Even after everything they had done... Yusuf chose mercy over anger. His strength showed in how he treated them.

Then Yusuf said... "Next time you come... bring your youngest brother."

He meant Binyamin. His only full brother. The one he hadn't seen since he was a child.

When Binyamin finally came to Egypt... Yusuf pulled him aside. Away from the others. And he whispered...

"I am your brother. I am Yusuf."

Yusuf reassured Binyamin. Later, by a plan Allah arranged, Binyamin stayed with him. A measuring cup had been placed in his bag; he had not stolen it. The other brothers returned home, except the eldest, who stayed behind. Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam, urged them to keep searching. They came back to Egypt, asking for help again.

Finally... it was time.

Yusuf looked at all his brothers. And he asked them a question.

"Do you know... what you did to Yusuf and his brother... all those years ago?"

The room went silent. The brothers stared at him.

"Are you... Yusuf?"

"Anā Yusuf... wa hādhā akhee."

I am Yusuf. And this is my brother.

The brothers admitted they had been wrong and that Allah had favoured Yusuf.

And Yusuf said... "Lā tathrība alaykumul yawm... yaghfirullāhu lakum... wa huwa arhamur rāhimeen."

No blame on you today. May Allāh forgive you. He is the most merciful of those who show mercy.

And there, little one, is the answer to the question we began with. Would he take his revenge? No. He chose mercy.

After everything. The well. The prison. The years of separation. Yusuf forgave them. He forgave their wrong without pretending it had been right.

Then Yusuf gave his brothers a shirt to take home. "Take this to my father," he said. "Place it over his face... and he will see again."

Because Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam, had cried so much over the years... that he had lost his sight.

And when that shirt touched Yaqub's face...

By Allah’s permission, he could see again.

"Did I not tell you?" Yaqub said. "I know from Allāh... what you do not know."

The whole family traveled to Egypt. Yusuf welcomed his parents and brought them close. The long separation was over.

And then... Yusuf's parents and all his brothers bowed before him.

This was a greeting of honour permitted in their time, not worship. We do not bow or prostrate to people. Our bowing and prostration belong to Allah alone.

Just like the dream. The eleven stars... the sun... and the moon.

The dream from when he was just a boy... had finally come true.

And Yusuf prayed.

"Rabbi qad ātaytanee minal mulk... wa allamtanee min ta'weelil ahādeeth... fātiras samāwāti wal ard... anta waliyyee fid dunyā wal ākhirah... tawaffanee muslimā... wa alhiqnee bis sāliheen."

My Lord... You have given me authority... and taught me the meaning of dreams. Creator of the heavens and the earth... You are my protector in this world and the next. When my life ends, let me die as a Muslim... and join me with the righteous.

After everything he went through... Yusuf didn't ask for more power or more wealth. He asked Allāh... to let him die with faith. And to be among the good people.

That is the story of Prophet Yusuf. A boy who dreamed. A boy who was betrayed. A man who was patient. And a soul... that never stopped trusting Allāh.

From a well... to a prison... to a palace. That is what Allāh's plan looks like. You can't always see it. But it is always there.

And now... slowly... we leave that long-ago palace behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry Yusuf with you, wherever you go. His brothers hurt him... yet he forgave them. He was thrown in a well, and locked in a prison... yet he never once stopped trusting Allah. And in the end, Allah reunited his family and fulfilled the dream. Because you can't always see Allah's plan... but it is always, always there.

So carry a piece of Yusuf's own prayer with you. It means... my Lord... join me... with the righteous.

*Wa alḥiqnī bi-ṣ-ṣāliḥīn.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going to a land of wide deserts and endless skies... the land we now call Palestine... to a home full of children.

And here we are, in that home, early in the morning. There is a young boy here, with a remarkable dream to share. His name is Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam. And his father, Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam, loves him dearly.

Yusuf had eleven brothers. Eleven. Can you imagine... growing up in a house that full?

Yusuf had a remarkable dream. And he told his father about it.

"Baba... I saw eleven stars in the sky. And the sun... and the moon. And all of them... were bowing down to me."

Yaqub explained that Allāh would choose Yusuf and teach him the meaning of dreams. Allāh would complete His favour upon Yusuf and the family of Yaqub. It was a promise of good things ahead. But there was also a warning for this young boy.

"Yusuf," he said quietly. "Don't tell your brothers about this dream. They might make a plan against you."

Why would a father say that?

Because Yaqub knew... his older sons were already jealous of Yusuf. They saw how much their father loved him. And jealousy... can make people do terrible things. The brothers spoke about wanting their father’s attention for themselves. But taking something from someone else cannot make an unkind choice right. I wonder... can you picture those eleven stars again? A bright dream... and now a difficult beginning. The brothers did not know how the story would end. Allāh did.

And it did.

One day... the brothers came up with a plan. They told their father they wanted to take Yusuf out to play. But instead... they took him far from home... and lowered him down... into a deep... dark well.

Then they went back to their father... and lied. They said a wolf had taken Yusuf.

Imagine that. Alone... at the bottom of a well. No light. No sound. Just darkness.

But here is the part that matters most.

Even there... even in that moment... Allāh was with Yusuf. Allāh revealed to Yusuf that one day he would tell his brothers what they had done, while they did not recognise him. There was more to his story than this dark well.

And Yaqub? When he heard his sons' lie... his heart broke. But he didn't lose hope. He said something powerful.

"I will have beautiful patience. And Allāh... is the one I turn to for help."

Beautiful patience. Sabr. Not just waiting... but trusting Allāh completely... even when everything seems wrong.

And Allāh did have a plan for Yusuf. A plan bigger than anyone could have imagined. But that... is a story for another day.

And now... slowly... we leave that faraway home behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry this with you, wherever you go. No matter how dark things may seem... Allah is always, always with you, just as He was with Yusuf, even at the very bottom of that well. And when jealousy or unkind feelings come, we can turn to Allah to keep our own hearts good, and clean.

So carry these words with you. They mean... I seek protection... in the perfect words of Allah.

*Aʿūdhu bi-kalimāti-llāhi-t-tāmmāt.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going down... deep down... to the very bottom of a dark well... in the middle of the desert.

And here we are. It is dark down here. And cold. And so very quiet. And sitting at the bottom, all alone, is a young boy named Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam. His own brothers had lowered him down here... and left him.

He turned to Allāh. Even here, his trust mattered.

And deep in that well... Allāh revealed a promise to Yusuf. That one day... he would tell his brothers of this very day.

That's what trust sounds like. Even in the darkest place... Yusuf knew Allāh hadn't forgotten him.

And Allāh hadn't.

One morning... a caravan of travelers stopped near the well. They needed water. So they lowered a bucket... deep into the darkness.

And when they pulled it back up... there was Yusuf... holding on.

"A boy!" the man gasped.

They lifted him out... into the warm sunlight. The darkness of the well was behind him.

The travelers took him on a long journey... across the desert... all the way to Egypt. Can you imagine that? A boy from a small village... riding through the dunes... under an endless sky full of stars.

He didn't know where he was going. But Allāh did.

In Egypt... a powerful man known as Al-Aziz bought Yusuf. He brought him into his home and said to his wife... "Take care of this boy. He may be of great benefit to us."

And so Yusuf grew up in that house. When he reached maturity, Allāh gave him wisdom and knowledge. The Qur’an tells us that Allah rewards those who do good.

Think about that. Allāh protected Yusuf and established him in Egypt. Not by luck. Not by accident. But by a plan... that only Allāh could see.

The Qur’an tells us that Yusuf was sold for a small price, just a few silver coins. Yet that price could never tell anyone his worth. Here was a boy whom Allāh had chosen for a remarkable future. The people trading him did not know what lay ahead.

Remember the bucket, disappearing into the darkness? The travellers had come looking for water. They found Yusuf. Then the journey continued, step by step, until he reached a new home. Take a gentle breath... and imagine the distance between that quiet well and the busy land of Egypt. So much had changed. Allāh’s knowledge had not. He knew every part of it.

And that plan... was only just beginning.

And now... slowly... we rise up out of that well, into the warm sunlight... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry this with you, wherever you go. Even at the very bottom of a dark well... Yusuf was never truly alone. Allah was with him. And Allah is with you too, wherever you are, however dark it might feel. He has a plan for you... more beautiful than you can yet see. So whenever you feel scared, or alone, remember the words Prophet Muhammad, sallallahu alayhi wasallam, said to comfort his companion in a cave.

It means... do not be sad... indeed, Allah is with us.

*Lā taḥzan... inna-llāha maʿanā.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going to a grand and beautiful house... in the land of Egypt... the home of one of the most powerful men in all the land.

And here we are. And living in this house is a young man who has grown up strong, and wise, and good. Everyone who meets him can see there is something special about him. His name is Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam. But not everyone in this house means well.

One day... someone in that house tried to get Yusuf to do something wrong. Something that would go against Allāh's commands.

And Yusuf refused.

He said... "Ma'ādhallāh... I seek refuge in Allāh." He would not betray the trust of the household where he lived.

Ma'ādhallāh. I seek refuge in Allāh. Remember that phrase. It's what you say when something wrong is in front of you... and you choose to walk away.

But here's the hard part. Even though Yusuf did the right thing... he was accused of doing wrong. They lied about him. And he was thrown into prison.

Think about that. He did nothing wrong... and he still ended up in a cell.

Does that seem fair?

It wasn't. Before he was imprisoned, Yusuf had turned to Allāh with this prayer...

"Rabbi... as-sijnu aḥabbu ilayya mimmā yadʿūnanee ilayh."

My Lord... prison is dearer to me... than what they are calling me to.

And then... he did something remarkable. In prison... two young men recognised Yusuf’s goodness. When two prisoners had strange dreams they couldn't understand... they came to Yusuf.

"We can see you are a good man," they said. "Tell us what our dreams mean."

Yusuf told them the meaning of their dreams. But first... he told them about Allāh.

He explained that he followed the faith of his forefathers: Prophet Ibrahim, alayhi salaam... Prophet Ishaq, alayhi salaam... and Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam. They worshipped Allah alone.

Even in prison... Yusuf was calling people to the truth. Even when life was unfair... he kept his faith.

His strength showed in choosing what was right... even inside a prison. Yusuf told the two men that his knowledge came from his Lord. The gift was from Allāh. And before explaining their dreams, he invited them to worship Allāh alone.

One of those men would be freed and return to serving his master. Yusuf asked him to mention his case there. Asking someone for help did not take away from his trust in Allāh. But the man forgot, and Yusuf remained in prison for several more years. The wait was long. His story was still unfolding, beyond those prison walls.

And Allah was watching. And Allah had a plan for Yusuf... far bigger than any prison cell.

And now... slowly... we leave that prison behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry Yusuf's strength with you, wherever you go. Real strength includes choosing what is right, even when it is hard, even when it costs you, even when no one is watching at all. And whenever something wrong is put in front of you, you can seek Allah’s protection, move away if you can, and tell a trusted grown-up.

It means... I seek refuge... in Allah.

*Maʿādha-llāh.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going into the golden palace of the King of Egypt... early one morning... just as the king wakes up.

And here we are. But the king looks troubled. Worried. Because in his sleep, he saw something so strange... and he cannot understand it at all.

Seven fat, healthy cows... being swallowed by seven thin, weak ones. And seven green stalks of grain... alongside seven dry, withered ones.

He called his advisors. His scholars. His wisest men.

"Tell me what this means," he demanded.

They looked at each other... and shrugged. "It's just a confused dream," they said. "We cannot explain dreams like these."

But it did mean something. And deep in the prison... was the man who would explain it.

One of the king's servants had been in that prison years ago. And he remembered... a man named Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam... who understood dreams.

So the man went to Yusuf in prison and told him the dream. Yusuf explained its meaning without making his release a condition.

"The seven fat cows are seven years of good harvest. Plant and save as much grain as you can. Because after that... seven years of drought will come. And the people will need everything you stored."

Yusuf also explained how to keep the harvest: leave the grain in its ears, except the little needed for food. Store it carefully through the good years. Then those stores could feed people during the difficult ones. After the hard years, a year of rain and relief would come. The dream pointed beyond today. I wonder... can you imagine preparing so patiently for years still far away?

The man returned with Yusuf’s answer. The king sent a messenger to bring Yusuf out of prison. The explanation came with a plan for the years ahead.

But Yusuf did not leave prison yet. He sent the messenger back and asked for the accusation to be investigated. He wanted the truth to come out... that he had been innocent all along.

And it did. The truth came out. The women confirmed Yusuf’s innocence. Then he came before the king, who offered him a trusted position.

Then Yusuf said... "Ij'alnee alā khazā'inil ard... innee hafeezun aleem."

Put me in charge of the storehouses of the land. I am trustworthy and knowledgeable.

And just like that... the boy from the well... the man from the prison... became one of the most powerful people in all of Egypt. In charge of feeding the entire nation.

From a well... to a prison... to a palace. That is what Allah's plan looks like. You can't always see it... but it is always there.

And now... slowly... we leave that golden palace behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry this with you, wherever you go. Yusuf used the gift Allah gave him, understanding dreams, not just for himself, but to help a whole nation full of people. So whenever Allah teaches YOU something good... use it to help others too. And whatever you learn, ask Allah to let it do good.

So carry this little dua with you. It means... O Allah... let what You have taught me... be of use.

*Allāhumma-nfaʿnī bimā ʿallamtanī.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going into a great hall in Egypt... where hungry people come from far and wide to beg for food. A long drought has dried up the land, and Egypt has grain stored for the difficult years.

And here we are. Watch the great doors. A group of tired, dusty travellers walks in... to ask for grain. And the official who watches them enter... is Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam. And these travellers... are his own brothers, the very ones who threw him into a well, so long ago. They do not recognise him at all. But he knows every single one of them.

They were older now. Their faces were worn from the sun and the journey. But Yusuf recognized every single one of them.

They didn't recognize him, though. To them... he was just a powerful Egyptian official.

Remember where we last saw these brothers: beside the well. Now they stand before Yusuf, asking for food. I wonder how that changes the scene for you.

But Yusuf didn't shout. He didn't say "Do you remember what you did to me?" Not yet.

Instead... he was kind. He gave them grain. He gave them supplies. He treated them with dignity.

Even after everything they had done... Yusuf chose mercy over anger. He gave them their full measure of food. He also told his servants to put the brothers’ payment back among their belongings. They would discover it when they reached home. Yusuf hoped they would return. There was more to this meeting than the brothers yet understood.

Then Yusuf said... "Next time you come... bring your youngest brother with you."

He was talking about Binyamin. His only full brother. The one he hadn't seen... since he was a little boy.

When the brothers returned home and told their father... Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam, was afraid. He had already lost Yusuf. He reminded them of what had happened when he entrusted Yusuf to them.

Before agreeing, he required their solemn promise to bring Binyamin back unless they were overcome. His words of trust were:

"Fa Allāhu khayrun hāfizā... wa huwa arhamur rāhimeen."

Allāh is the best protector... and He is the most merciful of those who show mercy.

And when Binyamin finally arrived in Egypt... Yusuf pulled him aside. Away from the others. And he whispered...

"I am your brother. I am Yusuf."

Yusuf told Binyamin not to grieve over what the brothers had done. This private meeting was a moment of reassurance. Binyamin now knew who was speaking to him.

And now... slowly... we leave that great hall behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry this with you, wherever you go. Yusuf's brothers had hurt him more than almost anyone could be hurt. And yet, when they finally stood before him... he chose kindness. He chose mercy. Forgiveness is a choice to work towards, even when hurt takes time to heal. So when someone hurts you... you can choose the harder, more beautiful thing: you can choose mercy, and still ask a trusted grown-up for help when you are hurt.

So carry this little dua with you, a prayer for your own brothers and sisters. It means... our Lord... forgive us... and forgive our brothers.

*Rabbanā-ghfir lanā wa li-ikhwāninā.*

Come with me. Today, we're going on a journey... far, far away... and long, long ago.

We're going into the great hall of Egypt... at the most important moment of a very long story.

And here we are. A group of brothers stands before the powerful official, asking, once more, for his help. They still have no idea who he truly is. But now, at last... he is about to reveal who he is. His name is Prophet Yusuf, alayhi salaam.

He looked at them and asked a question.

"Do you know... what you did to Yusuf... and his brother... all those years ago?"

The room went silent. The brothers stared at him. Their faces went pale.

"Are you..." one of them whispered. "Are you... Yusuf?"

"Anā Yusuf... wa hādhā akhee."

I am Yusuf. And this is my brother.

The brothers admitted that Allah had favoured Yusuf over them, and that they had done wrong.

And then Yusuf said something that changed everything.

"Lā tathrība alaykumul yawm... yaghfirullāhu lakum... wa huwa arhamur rāhimeen."

No blame on you today. May Allāh forgive you. He is the most merciful of those who show mercy.

No blame. After being thrown in a well. After years in prison. After being separated from his father for many years. Yusuf... forgave them.

He chose forgiveness after real injustice. What they had done was wrong, and he showed them mercy.

Then Yusuf gave his brothers a shirt to take home. "Take this to my father," he said. "Place it over his face... and he will see again."

Because Prophet Yaqub, alayhi salaam... had cried so much over the years... that he had lost his sight.

And when that shirt touched Yaqub's face...

By Allah’s permission, he could see again.

"Did I not tell you?" Yaqub said to his sons. "I know from Allāh what you do not know."

The whole family traveled to Egypt. Yusuf welcomed his parents and brought them close. Father and son... together again... after all those years.

And then... Yusuf's family bowed before him. His parents. His brothers. All of them.

This was a greeting of honour permitted in their time, not worship. We do not bow or prostrate to people. Our bowing and prostration belong to Allah alone.

Just like... the eleven stars... the sun... and the moon... in his dream. The dream from when he was just a boy.

The dream had come true.

And Yusuf prayed.

"Rabbi qad ātaytanee minal mulk... wa allamtanee min ta'weelil ahādeeth... fātiras samāwāti wal ard... anta waliyyee fid dunyā wal ākhirah... tawaffanee muslimā... wa alhiqnee bis sāliheen."

My Lord... You have given me authority... and taught me the meaning of dreams. Creator of the heavens and the earth... You are my protector... in this world and the next. When my life ends, let me die as a Muslim... and join me with the righteous.

That was Yusuf's dua. After everything he went through... he didn't ask for more power. He didn't ask for revenge. He asked Allāh... to let him die with faith. And to be among the good people.

And so ends the story of Prophet Yusuf. A boy who dreamed. A boy who was betrayed. A man who was patient. And a heart... that never once stopped trusting Allah.

And now... slowly... we leave that long-ago hall behind... and travel back home. To right here. Right now.

But carry Yusuf with you, wherever you go. After the well, and the prison, and all those long years apart... Allah brought his family back together, and made his childhood dream come true. Because Allah's plan is always more beautiful than we can see. So thank Him for the good days... and trust Him through the hard ones.

So carry these words with you. They mean... all praise belongs to Allah... the Lord of all the worlds.

*Al-ḥamdu lillāhi rabbi-l-ʿālamīn.*