Just then they heard a cry. Ayyub hurried away to the women's side of the house. 'What news?' he asked his sister.
'Good news,thank God! The child is born. But look at him. He's very small and weak. I don't think that he'll live through the night. The mother too is very ill,' she said.
"There's nothing to be done. We must go now!" Ayyub held his new son. "I'll call you Yusuf because you must find a new life away from where you were born, like the Prophet Yusuf did in Egypt long, long ago.'