Suddenly, there was a person at the door, he said salaam.
'May I come in?' he asked.
But Fatimah did not allow him to enter the room.
'I'm sorry, my father is ill,' said Fatimah, turned around and
closed the door.
She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah,
'Who was he, my daughter?'
'I don't know, my father. It was the first time for me to see
him,' Fatimah said gently.
Then, Rasul-Allah looked at his daughter with a trembled look, as if he
wanted to reminisce about every part of his daughter's face.
'Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who
separates the companionship with the world.
He is the angel of death,' said Rasul-Allah
Fatimah bore the burst of her cry. The death angel came toward him, But
Rasul-Allah asked why did Jibril not come along with him.
Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome the
soul of Habiballah and the leader of the earth.
'O Jibril, explain my rights in front of ALLAH?' Rasul-Allah
asked with a weakest voice.
'The doors of sky have been opened, the angels are waiting for your
soul.'
'All the jannats doors are open widely waiting for you,' Jibril said.
But, in fact, all this did not make Rasul-Allah relieved, his eyes were
still full of worry.
'You are not happy to hear this news?' asked Jibril.
'Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?'
'Don't worry, O Rasul- Allah. I heard ALLAH say: 'I make jannat
haram for every one, except the people of Muhammad,' Jibril said.
death came closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to do his work.
Slowly, Rasul-Allah's soul was pulled. It was seemed that the body of
Rasul-Allah was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.
'Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!'
Rasul-Allah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat
beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
'Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face away o Jibril?'
Rasul-Allah asked the deliverer of Wahy.
'Who could see Habib-Allah in his condition of sakaratul maut,' Jibril said.
After a while, Rasul-Allah uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
'O ALLAH, how great is this pain of sakaratul maut. Let me suffer all these pains, But don't give them to my people.'
The body of Rasul-Allah became cold, his feet and chest did not move anymore....
His lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, Ali took his ear close to Rasul-Allah.
'Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care of the
saalat and take care of the weak people among you.'
Outside the room, there were cries shouted, sahabah held
each other. Fatimah covered her face with her hands and, again, Ali
took his ear close to Rasul-Allah's mouth his lips had now changed colour.
'Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?' - 'My people, my people, my
people.'
And with this the life of the wonderful and noble man ended.
'May I come in?' he asked.
But Fatimah did not allow him to enter the room.
'I'm sorry, my father is ill,' said Fatimah, turned around and
closed the door.
She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah,
'Who was he, my daughter?'
'I don't know, my father. It was the first time for me to see
him,' Fatimah said gently.
Then, Rasul-Allah looked at his daughter with a trembled look, as if he
wanted to reminisce about every part of his daughter's face.
'Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who
separates the companionship with the world.
He is the angel of death,' said Rasul-Allah
Fatimah bore the burst of her cry. The death angel came toward him, But
Rasul-Allah asked why did Jibril not come along with him.
Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome the
soul of Habiballah and the leader of the earth.
'O Jibril, explain my rights in front of ALLAH?' Rasul-Allah
asked with a weakest voice.
'The doors of sky have been opened, the angels are waiting for your
soul.'
'All the jannats doors are open widely waiting for you,' Jibril said.
But, in fact, all this did not make Rasul-Allah relieved, his eyes were
still full of worry.
'You are not happy to hear this news?' asked Jibril.
'Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?'
'Don't worry, O Rasul- Allah. I heard ALLAH say: 'I make jannat
haram for every one, except the people of Muhammad,' Jibril said.
death came closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to do his work.
Slowly, Rasul-Allah's soul was pulled. It was seemed that the body of
Rasul-Allah was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.
'Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!'
Rasul-Allah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat
beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
'Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face away o Jibril?'
Rasul-Allah asked the deliverer of Wahy.
'Who could see Habib-Allah in his condition of sakaratul maut,' Jibril said.
After a while, Rasul-Allah uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
'O ALLAH, how great is this pain of sakaratul maut. Let me suffer all these pains, But don't give them to my people.'
The body of Rasul-Allah became cold, his feet and chest did not move anymore....
His lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, Ali took his ear close to Rasul-Allah.
'Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care of the
saalat and take care of the weak people among you.'
Outside the room, there were cries shouted, sahabah held
each other. Fatimah covered her face with her hands and, again, Ali
took his ear close to Rasul-Allah's mouth his lips had now changed colour.
'Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?' - 'My people, my people, my
people.'
And with this the life of the wonderful and noble man ended.
Could we love each other like the way he loved his people?
Allahumma shalli 'ala Muhammad wa baarikwa salim 'alaihi.
How deep is our Rasul-Allah's love for us.
This is an important lesson for all the Muslims of the world. We have to love each other; feel the suffering of our brothers and sisters. Don’t judge them, don’t love them any less if they do things that don’t please you, or don’t love you the same way, learn from the very man ALLAH (swt) loved so much.
“None of you becomes a believer until I am dearer to you than your children, your parents and all mankind”. Some versions add: His Life, his wealth and his family (Bukhari and Muslim)
Love of the Prophet breathes life in to our practice of religion. Without it our religion reduces to an empty adherence to a set of dead rules and rituals.
May Almighty Allah guide us to the Right Path and give all of us the courage to accept the Truth in the light of Qur'an and Sunnah and to reject all things which are in contradiction to the Holy Qur'an and Sunnah.
Don't worry if some people hate you. Only worry a lot if ALLAH (swt) hates you.
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