His teacher, the wise old Shaykh Hamza, noticed Yusuf’s distress. One evening, as the call to prayer echoed off the stone walls, the Shaykh handed Yusuf a small, intricate iron key.
He held the small key loosely in his palm, not against the lock, but against his own heart. al fathur rabbani english
Yusuf, confused but obedient, walked through the cold night air until he reached the northern wall. There, covered in thick ivy and rust, stood the ancient iron gate. A massive, complex lock hung from it, crusted with the decay of half a century. His teacher, the wise old Shaykh Hamza, noticed