"The Birth of a Prophet"

In the high desert, a young Bedouin tribesman witnesses a rare and spectacular sight. The waxing moon has moved into a position where it has eclipsed the Planet Venus. There is the hint of the coming dawn in the Eastern sky below the slender arc of the Moon. The young man is deep in thought. He is pacing nervously in the early morning predawn. In the tent behind him are two beds. The attendants hurry back and forth between them providing what consolation and assistance they can. In the one is the young man's Father suffering in his dying. It has been a long, slow and very painful ending to a likewise long and sorrowful life. The moans have become almost steady but fainter, now. He knows the end is near. In the other bed is his young wife, travailing in a particularly difficult child-birth. The young man has many mixed emotions. He hates to even think of the prospects for his new child in a heartless world that seems to have been forgotten by His God.

As he watches the skies, pleading with God for some sort of comfort, the full face of Venus suddenly appears from behind the limb of the dying Moon. It is a stark and spectacular sight. The cry of a newborn comes from within the tent. The young man falls to his knees, arms stretching toward Heaven.
“It is a sign from God!”, Abdallah exclaims, “I will name him Muhammed!"