The Prophet used to frequent the cave of Hira’. This was a cave in Mount Nour, near Mecca. He would spend the month of Ramadan there, and would help the needy and the poor if they came his way. In the blessed solitude of the cave, the prophet would meditate and reflect on all that surrounded him on Earth, on the universe, and on the might and power that had created all of it. And then– in that cave, one Ramadhan night, came the call!

It happened all of a sudden. The Angel Jibril came to the Prophet. He was startled. The Angel approached swiftly, and seized him in a tight embrace!

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