˹through which˺ the angels and the ˹holy˺ spirit¹ will ascend to Him on a Day fifty thousand years in length.²

So endure ˹this denial, O  Prophet,˺ with beautiful patience.

They truly see this ˹Day˺ as impossible,

but We see it as inevitable.

On that Day the sky will be like molten brass

and the mountains like ˹tufts of˺ wool.

And no close friend will ask ˹about˺ their friends,