I remembered my Quran that was always in my room.... ooh! I remembered a friend of mine that used to warn and advise me by saying: O Muhammad... Beware of the bad ending...dying on the wrong path. I started to scream and shouted: Noooooo, Oh ALLAH...Nooo.. Oh ALLAH! PLEASE do not take my soul now! I will return to Islam! I will get back to the Quran! I will get back to you Allah! I rushed to the bathroom... threw the cross and had a shower to purify me from all the filth i was in and got ready for prayer. As i came out... I felt that all my sins has been rinsed and a wight has been removed off my back, tears would not stop falling like raindrops and i said: Ashadu anna la ilaha illa allah wa ashhadu anna muhammad rasoolu allah I certify that there is no god but Allah and I bear witness that Prophet Muhammad is the Messenger of ALLAH O God, how sweet are these words, It is truly the key of happiness, Oh Allah I am returning to you, I am returning to my prayers, I am returning to obeying my parents, I am returning to keeping intact the ties of kinship, I am returning to fasting, I am returning all the good deeds you have asked of us muslims, O Allah. I took the first plane to go back to my country, the first thing I heard the moment i arrived at the airport Is the call for prayer Adhan Tears fell uncontrollably...Will Allah forgive me? I went to my mother, I threw myself on her shoulder and just cried, Oh Mother... I will never disobey my Lord, O mother forgive my disobedience. She hugged me tight and said: My dear boy... Be good to Allah and obey Him... He is merciful...and accepts repentance. Days passed and Mohammeds life is moving from good to better and his soul is filled with happiness, He only suffers whenever he remembers that trip. Everyday his mother would come to his room at night and hear him crying, reading the Quran or seeking forgiveness istighfar and duaa . One day his mother went to his room to wake him for Fajr (Morning) prayer, Opened the door,she inhaled a beautiful scent that she had never known. She put her hands on the bed trying to feel her son, bur he wasnt in his bed, She looked across the room with her weak sight and saw him in a sujood(prostration) knelt position on the prayer rug. She stood staring at him and waiting.... she waited too long She Called: Mohammed.. my son. He did not raise his head. His mother Approached him... Reached out and moved him..he fell on his side... She couldnt believe it or bear this situation.Could it be? could her son have died knelling in his prayer?! She couldnt bear watching this spectacular and difficult scene... Heavy tears came out of her eyes She called:: Hey boys girls !! O people of the house ... O People of the house Look at your brother Mohammed move him, shake him!!! O Mother!!! said his younger brother: My brother Mohammed has died... He died kneeling! She knew that the scent she had smelt of a pure soul brought by the angels of mercy that took his pure spirit to his lord and master whom was proud to have this clean soul returned to its creator... And Allah gave him a good ending. He loved Allah and Allah loved him. Congratulations, O Mohammed, this is love.. Congratulations for this ending... What do you think brothers and sisters? Lets all pledge: To only love and do what pleases Allah and to hate what the almighty hates.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 18:04:37 +0000
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