Allah the All-knowing,
Sent Ibrahim nocturnally a vision,
To sacrifice Ismail,
The much-loved son.
Much tense Ibrahim was,
Considered it as a nasty deception,
The Satan was playing with him,
The next night gifted him the same revelation.
An untamed storm occupied Ibrahim's brain,
Adored Allah the most and Ismail,
Was his world,
But the love for the Almighty did prevail.
Ibrahim went to Mount Arafat straight away,
With Ismail letting him discern the Divine Will,
The malicious knife was about to immerse in blood,
Right then the Omnipresent sent a goat to kill.
It was a test of faith for Ibrahim to be sure,
Since Allah is never thirsty,
For blood like the Inca gods,
Such is His glory, His divinity.
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