کتاب الفتن · نُعیم بن حماد

By the One in whose hand is my soul, until they destroy the Romans all together, and only an informer escapes. Then they set off for the land of the Romans and conquer its fortresses and cities with the takbir, until they come to the city of Heraclius and find its bay with Batha. Then they open it with the takbir. They say the takbir, and one of its walls falls. Then they say the takbir another, and another wall falls, and its sea wall remains unfallen. Then they seek protection from Rome and open it with the takbir, and on that day they will sway their spoils. Enough of deceit

My nation has five classes, each class lasting forty years. The first class is me and those with me who are people of certainty and knowledge. The second class is people of righteousness and loyalty. The third class is people of communication and compassion. The fourth class is people of intersection and deliberation. The fifth class is people of joy and joy, chaos and pandemonium. At two hundred and ten, slander, eclipse, and metamorphosis occur. At two hundred and twenty, death occurs among the scholars of the earth, until only one man remains after another. At two hundred and thirty, the sky rains hail like white, and the livestock perish. At two hundred, the Nile and Euphrates are cut off until it is planted on their shores, and at two hundred and fifty the roads are cut off, and lions dominate the sons of Adam, and every people is confined to their city. At two hundred and sixty, the sun is blocked for half an hour, and half of humanity and half of the jinn perish. At two hundred and seventy, no child is born to them and no female becomes pregnant. At two hundred and eighty, women become like dull mules, to the point that a woman is intercourse with forty men without seeing anything of it. And at two hundred and ninety, The year will become like a month, and a month will become like a Friday, and a Friday will be like a day, and a day will be like an hour, and an hour will be like the burning of a palm tree, until a man leaves his house and does not reach the gate of the city until the sun sets, and in the Three Hundred Days the sun rises from the west, and every heart is imprinted with what is in it, {And of no benefit will a soul whose faith has not previously believed or earned good in its faith} And do not ask about what is behind that.