until he went on to say: The Messenger of Allah ﷺ forbade the people to speak to us—those three of us—(1). So I would go out to the marketplace, yet no one would address me. People became so estranged from us that they were no longer the folk we had known; even the very walls and the ground themselves felt unfamiliar. I would wander about and then enter the mosque, greet the Prophet ﷺ, and ask myself, “Did his lips move in reply to my salām?”
My two companions (2) were broken-hearted; they wept night and day, never lifting their heads.
One day, while I was walking through the market, a Christian arrived carrying food and calling, “Who will direct me to Kaʿb?” When they pointed me out, he handed me a letter from the king of Ghassān. It read:
“To proceed: It has reached me that your companion has shunned and banished you. You are not in a land of neglect or humiliation. Come to us and we shall honour you.”
I stoked up the oven and burned the letter.
He continued: Then I heard a herald’s voice from the heights of Salʿ (3) crying, “Rejoice, Kaʿb ibn Mālik!” I fell down in prostration. A man on horseback soon arrived with the same glad tidings, but the sound of the herald had outstripped the horse. I rewarded him for his news with my two garments and put on others in their place.
Our repentance was revealed to the Prophet ﷺ in the last third of the night. Umm Salamah said, “Prophet of Allah, shall we not announce the news to Kaʿb?” He replied, “If you do, people will crush around you and keep you from sleep.”
Kaʿb said: So I went to the Prophet ﷺ and found him sitting in the mosque, surrounded by the Muslims, his face radiant like the full moon. He said, “Rejoice, Kaʿb, in the finest day that has ever come to you…"