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In the evening, Mus'ab went home. He had his supper silently. He ate only one kind of food. His father was looking at him. His mother was astonished at his new behaviour. She asked him about that. "Nothing," he answered.
When it was time to sleep, Mus'ab lay on the bed and began looking at the starry sky. So, he was full of awe for Allah, the Creator of the skies and of the earth, the Lord of the worlds.
All slept. But Mus'ab stayed up. He got up and performed the ritual ablution carefully so as no one would see him. He came into his room and began praying to Allah, the Glorified.
On the following morning, Mus'ab's mother was astonished at his new behaviour. He did not stop before the mirror to comb his hair. He did not put perfume on his body. He did not dress up; he wore normal clothes. Besides, his mother saw him treating his parents politely.
One day, the mother heard about her son's frequent visits to al-Arqam's house. She got crazy. She waited for his return impatiently.
Mus'ab came back in the evening and greeted his mother. But the mother strongly slapped his cheek and shouted at him stormily:
Why have you left your ancestor's religion and followed Muhammad's?
Mother, because it's the best religion!
The mother was about to lose her mind because everyone obeyed her, even her husband. She did not control herself. Thus, she slapped his cheek again.
Mus'ab sadly sat down. The mother sat down, too. She began thinking about a way to return her son to his ancestor's religion.
The mother kindly said to her son:
Don't you see the Muslims suffering from torture? Islam is slaves religion! It suits Bilal, Suhaib and Ammar. You belong to the Quraish.
Mus'ab looked at his mother and said kindly:
No, mother! Islam is people's religion. There's no difference between a Quraishi and non-Quraishi, and between the black and the white. The difference between them is piety. Mother, please follow Allah's religion and leave the idols because they're useless!
The mother kept silent. She thought of another way to drive her son away from Muhammad's religion.
The sun rose in the morning. It filled Makkah's houses and mountains with its rays. The house was empty. Mus'ab said to himself:
"Where's my mother gone?"
Mus'ab wanted to go out. He headed for the door, tried to open it but found it locked. Mus'ab was waiting for his mother's return. An hour passed. The door was opened. His mother and a veiled man appeared from behind the door. The man was carrying a sword in one hand and chains in the other.