Assalamu alaikum, I recieved this email. Is this story true?
> Assalamualaikum.
>
> I hope that you will mull over the message as I did.
> Have you ever thought that someone could love you and feel pain for you 1400 years ago.
> Please pass it around if it touches your heart as it did mine.
>
> 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 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H)
> Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him,
> But Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) asked with the 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) soul was pulled. It was seemed that
> the body of Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became
> tight.
> "Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!" Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) uttered a groan slowly.
> Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali who sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
> "Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril?" Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) asked the
> Deliverer of Wahyu.
> "Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul maut," Jibril said.
> Not for a while, Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
> "O ALLAH, how greatest is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these pains, not to my people."
> The body of Rasulullah ( P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H)
> "Uushiikum bis salati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care the salaat and take care the weak
> people among you."
> Outside the room, there were cries and sahabah held each other.
> Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali moved closer to Rasulullah's face
> (P.B.U.H) which became bluish.
> "Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?" - "My people, my people, my people." And the life of the noble man ended.
> Assalamualaikum.
>
> I hope that you will mull over the message as I did.
> Have you ever thought that someone could love you and feel pain for you 1400 years ago.
> Please pass it around if it touches your heart as it did mine.
>
> 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 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H)
> Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him,
> But Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) asked with the 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H) soul was pulled. It was seemed that
> the body of Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became
> tight.
> "Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!" Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) uttered a groan slowly.
> Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali who sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face back.
> "Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril?" Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) asked the
> Deliverer of Wahyu.
> "Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul maut," Jibril said.
> Not for a while, Rasulullah (P.B.U.H) uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
> "O ALLAH, how greatest is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these pains, not to my people."
> The body of Rasulullah ( P.B.U.H) 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 (P.B.U.H)
> "Uushiikum bis salati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care the salaat and take care the weak
> people among you."
> Outside the room, there were cries and sahabah held each other.
> Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali moved closer to Rasulullah's face
> (P.B.U.H) which became bluish.
> "Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?" - "My people, my people, my people." And the life of the noble man ended.
