So I prayed inside the mosque at the spot Allah willed.
A fierce thirst then overtook me, and two vessels were brought—one containing milk and the other honey, both sent to me together. I compared the two, and by Allah’s guidance I chose the milk and drank until beads of sweat formed on my brow1. In front of me sat an elderly man reclining on his couch2, who said, “Your companion has opted for the primordial nature; he is truly guided.”
He next set off with me until we reached the valley within the city, and there Hell was laid bare before us, spread out like carpets3. I asked, “Messenger of Allah, what was it like?” He replied, “I found it like a scorching thermal spring.”
He then turned back with me, and we passed a caravan of Quraysh at such-and-such a place that had—