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It was the angel Jibra’il [a], the
angel from Allah, the Lord of the
worlds. The angel was so huge that
it covered the skies from the east to
the west. Even when Muhammad
looked up, there was the angel, and
when he looked down, there he was
as well. Muhammad had never
before seen anything quite as huge.
In fact the whole world seemed to
be no more than a speck of dust on
the tip of the angels wing.
“Read!” commanded Jibra’il [a].
“I cannot read!” stammered the
Prophet, for like many people at
that time, he could neither read nor
write.
Then the Angel grabbed him, hold-
ing him so tightly that Muhammad
thought he would faint. Just when
he thought he could bear it no
longer, the Angel released him, and
commanded, saying to him again,