The battle was called Honian
It was between two mountains
His fellows were increased
His faithful fellow said
We will not be beaten
By little people or armed
The enemy has consulted
The big thinker at war's desert
He put a mocking thought
They were hide before mountains
Where the prophet and his friends
Must pass to reach their wants
When the prophet pass at the valley
They ascended from every sides
The fellows, the friends ran
They escaped with fear thoughts
The prophet stood with courage and thoughts
And believe of helping of the God
He rode his camel with his uncle
Caught its bridle and some fellows
The prophet said in courage and loud
In his mean and saying
"I am the prophet ,I am not lying
I am the son of Abdul Muttalib"
He fought alone
He fought with little fellows
He said with clear voice
The sands ,the winds ,the mountains heard
The hearts of the ran fellows heard
They returned and hurried
They stood and shared
The battle was overlapped
Again towards the prophet
His fellows believe that
The victory does not come
By their courage or arm
It is gotten only by God
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