then you are free.’
I was a spearman, and when I cast my spear I rarely missed. I went out with the people, and when the two forces met I took up my spear and began searching for Hamzah. I saw him in the very thick of the fight, like a grey-dappled camel (1), hacking the people down with his sword and laying them out flat (2), sparing no one. By Allah, while I was getting myself ready for him, Sibaʿ ibn ʿAbd al-ʿUzzā al-Khuzaʿī reached him before I did. When Hamzah caught sight of him he cried, ‘Come here, you son of the clitoris-cutter! (3)’ Then Hamzah struck him—by Allah, it was as though (4) his blow could not possibly miss his head; I have never seen anything fall faster than that man’s head.
I shook my spear, and when I was satisfied with my aim I hurled it at him. It pierced his lower abdomen (5) and came out between his legs. He collapsed, attempted to rise (6), but was overcome. I left him with the spear in him until he died; then I went up, pulled out my spear, returned to the camp, and sat down—I had no need of anyone besides him.
When the Messenger of Allah ﷺ conquered Mecca, I fled to Tāʾif. When the delegation of Tāʾif set off to accept Islam, the whole earth, vast as it is, felt straitened for me. I said to myself, ‘I will head for Syria, or Yemen, or some other land.’ By Allah, while I was in the midst of that worry, a man said, ‘By Allah (7), Muhammad does not kill anyone who enters his faith.’ So I went out, until