THE TEARS OF RASULULLAH ...

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 THE TEARS OF RASULULLAH ...

Suddenly, there was a person who 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. She turned her body back and
closed the door.
She went back to her father who has 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 his 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 towards him,
But Rasulullah asked him why Jibril did not come along with him.
"Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome the soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth" Said Angel Izra'il.
Then, Jibril was called.
"O Jibril, explain to 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 are open widely waiting for you," Jibril said.

Nontheless,  all these did not make Rasulullah to be 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?" Asked Rasull.
"Don't worry, o Rasul ALLAH.  ALLAH told me: 'I make jannat haram for every one,
except the people of Muhammad are inside it," Jibril Answered.

It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izra'il 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 painful is this sakaratul maut ?" Asked Rasullullah.

Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside her bow deeply and Jibril turned his face away.
"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."
His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah.
"Uushiikum bis salati, 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 each other, sahabah 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."


The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did not move anymore.


And the life of the noble man ended.

Could we love each other like him? Allahumma salli 'ala Muhammad w a baarik wa salim 'alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah's  love to us.