I motioned to
her to tell me my dream. She related the entire dream with every
circumstance, and interpreted it."
"How did she interpret it?" asked Mohammed, in breathless suspense.
"She said to me: 'Your son will one day become a prince and a hero;
he will see a whole nation bowed down at his feet; he will wield the
sword over this people, and bring them under his yoke. Your son
shall be a ruler; palaces shall be his, and among the mighty he
shall be the mightiest. Destiny announced this to you through the
man transformed into the angel that flew to you, and who is your
son. All hail, Khadra, for you shall be the mother of the mightiest,
of the master of the earth!'"
"Is this true? Am I to be a prince, a mighty ruler?" asked Mohammed,
in ecstasy. "I am to behold nations at my feet? Repeat it again,
what did she say?"
"Yes, she said this: --A prince shall he become, nations shall he
behold at his feet, and the whole world shall talk of and praise
him.'"
"I swear to you, mother, that she shall have told the truth! I swear
to you, by the spirit of my father, by Allah and by the prophets, I
will make the old woman's prophecy the truth! I shall be a prince, a
great ruler, and whole nations shall bow down in the dust before me.
I thank you, mother, for having foretold my future, and I only
implore that Allah may graciously permit my mother to live to see
the fulfilment of the prophecy.
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