03-20-2007, 10:41 AM
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"][SIZE="3"][FONT="Georgia"]Suddenly, there was a person said sala am.
> >"May I come in?" he asked.
> >But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.
> >"I'm sorry, my father is ill," said Fatimah turned her body back
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, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look, as if
he
> >wanted to reminisce about every part of her daughter's face.
> >"Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is > >who
> >separates the companionship in the world. He is the death angel,"
> >said Rasulullah.
> >
> >Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him,
> >but Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come along with him.
> >Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome > >the
> >soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.
> >"O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of ALLAH?"
Rasulullah
> >asked with a weakest voice.
> >"The doors of sky has opened, the angels are waiting for your
soul."
> >"All jannats open widely waiting for you," Jibril said.
> >But, in fact, those all did not make Rasulullah relieve, 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 told me: 'I make jannat
> >haram for every one, except the people of Muhammad are inside it,"
> >Jibril said.
> >It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat
> >Izrail to do his work. Slowly, Rasulullah's soul was pulled. It > >was
> >seemed that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves > >of
> >his neck became tight.
> >"Jibril, how pain this sakaratul maut is!"
> >Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali > >sat
> >beside her bow deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
> >"Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril?"
> >Rasulullah asked to the Deliverer of Wahyu.
> >"Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul
maut,"
> >Jibril said.
> >Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of unbearable
> >pain.
> >"O ALLAH, how greatest is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these
> >pains, don't to my people."
> >The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did not > >move
> >anymore.
> >His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali took his
ear
> >close to Rasulullah.
> >"Uushiikum bis
> >shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care the shalat and take
> >care the weak people among you."
> >Outside the room, there were cries shouted each other, sahabat > >held
> >each other. Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali
> >took his ear close to Rasulullah's mouth which became bluish.
> >"Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?" - "My people, my people, my people."
> >And the life of the noble man ended.
> >
> >Could we love each other like him? Allahumma sholli 'ala Muhammad
wa
> >baarik wa salim 'alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah's love to us.
ALLAH and HIS Rasul appears as ALLAH and HIS Rasul love us -
because
> >- truly - the other loves, except it, is only fana thing. Amiin...
> >
> >Don't worry if people hate you because there are many others who
> >love and care you in the earth. But be worry if ALLAH hates you
> >because there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.
> "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With
our thoughts, we make the world. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
> >"May I come in?" he asked.
> >But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.
> >"I'm sorry, my father is ill," said Fatimah turned her body back
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, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look, as if
he
> >wanted to reminisce about every part of her daughter's face.
> >"Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is > >who
> >separates the companionship in the world. He is the death angel,"
> >said Rasulullah.
> >
> >Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him,
> >but Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come along with him.
> >Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome > >the
> >soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.
> >"O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of ALLAH?"
Rasulullah
> >asked with a weakest voice.
> >"The doors of sky has opened, the angels are waiting for your
soul."
> >"All jannats open widely waiting for you," Jibril said.
> >But, in fact, those all did not make Rasulullah relieve, 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 told me: 'I make jannat
> >haram for every one, except the people of Muhammad are inside it,"
> >Jibril said.
> >It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat
> >Izrail to do his work. Slowly, Rasulullah's soul was pulled. It > >was
> >seemed that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves > >of
> >his neck became tight.
> >"Jibril, how pain this sakaratul maut is!"
> >Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali > >sat
> >beside her bow deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
> >"Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril?"
> >Rasulullah asked to the Deliverer of Wahyu.
> >"Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul
maut,"
> >Jibril said.
> >Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of unbearable
> >pain.
> >"O ALLAH, how greatest is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these
> >pains, don't to my people."
> >The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did not > >move
> >anymore.
> >His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali took his
ear
> >close to Rasulullah.
> >"Uushiikum bis
> >shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care the shalat and take
> >care the weak people among you."
> >Outside the room, there were cries shouted each other, sahabat > >held
> >each other. Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali
> >took his ear close to Rasulullah's mouth which became bluish.
> >"Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?" - "My people, my people, my people."
> >And the life of the noble man ended.
> >
> >Could we love each other like him? Allahumma sholli 'ala Muhammad
wa
> >baarik wa salim 'alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah's love to us.
ALLAH and HIS Rasul appears as ALLAH and HIS Rasul love us -
because
> >- truly - the other loves, except it, is only fana thing. Amiin...
> >
> >Don't worry if people hate you because there are many others who
> >love and care you in the earth. But be worry if ALLAH hates you
> >because there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.
> "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With
our thoughts, we make the world. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]