They were young. They were outnumbered. And they were absolutely certain.
In a city where polytheism was not merely practiced but enforced — where dissent meant death or forced reconversion — a small group of youths made a decision that would echo across millennia. They walked away. Not to another city, not to a foreign power for protection, but to a cave in the mountains, armed with nothing but conviction.
"Our Lord, give us mercy from Yourself, and bless our affair with guidance," they prayed as they entered the darkness 18:10. It was the last prayer they would offer for three hundred and nine years.
God's response was immediate and absolute. He sealed their ears — the Quran's precise language for divinely induced deep sleep — and turned them into a sign for all time. The sun itself was made to cooperate, its rays veering away from their cave entrance at dawn and dusk, preserving them in perfect conditions while empires rose and fell outside 18:17.
When they finally awoke, they had no sense of the passage of time. "How long have you stayed?" one asked. "A day, or part of a day," they answered 18:19. They sent one of their number to the city with a silver coin to buy food — a coin so old it would expose them as relics of a vanished age.
The discovery sparked a civic and theological crisis. The city they had fled was now a city of believers. The persecution was over. The empire that hunted them was dust. Their very existence became proof that God's promises are fulfilled — even if the fulfilment takes three centuries.
The Quran notes that disputes immediately arose about how many sleepers there were — three, five, seven — with each faction claiming certainty. God's response cuts through the noise: "Say: My Lord knows best their number. None knows them except a few" 18:22. The lesson is not in the headcount. It is in the headline: faith outlasts tyranny. Always.