almanar
Seeking Allah's Love
.......A Warning..... .
(This story happened during traffic monitoring on one)
Of the hay ways in one of the Arabic countries) )
I lived during my primary education with my parents in very good religious environment.
I used to hear my mother praying when I get back late to the house.
And my fathers voice in his long prayer… I have always wondered how he can pray that long especially in the long winter nights.
I didn't know that this is the rest of the believer.
After finishing my military school as I grew up and the distance between me and Allah grew to.
Ignoring all the advices I hear from time to time…
After graduating I was hired in a city far away from my city but the presence of my friend made things easier for me.
Here the Quran went away … my mother's voice wakening me for the prayers is gone…I have become alone…away from the family I grew up with.
I have been directed to work in the hay way monitoring, at the boarders of the city to keep it safe and secure and help who needs help…my work was active and I lived happy doing my work with devotion but then I lived a confusing times.
There was a lot of emptiness…and no one to talk to…I started feeling board I didn't find any one to encourage me to get back to my worship.
Because of the nature of my job I saw a lot of accidents, but that day was different.
When my partner and I were talking at the side walk suddenly we heard a load crash.
When we looked there were two cars crashed into each other…we ran to rescue the injured people.
It was a horrible crash two men in the car almost dead we got them out and lied them down.
We ran to the other car to get its driver out but he was dead so we got back to the men and they were dying.
So my friend tried to get them to say the witness ( laa ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasulullah)
But instead they start singing…it was the strangest thing I have ever seen.
Not like me my friend had experience in such situations he kept telling them but they kept singing.
I kept watching I was in a shock my eyes my body every thing froze in its place I have never seen someone dying like that.
The singing starts to decrease a little until it stopped.
They both kept quite they died.
We carried them into the car, my friend is quiet we drove the hole way without saying a word.
Until my friend started to talk to me about death and the bad conclusion and the bad death…and how the person ends up in a good or bad situation when he dies…and how this conclusion points to what the person used to be in his life…and he mention a lot of stories to me about that and how that you have to be good in your life to be good in your death or when you die…
We kept talking about death and dead people all the way to the hospital and what hurt me the most that we had dead people in our car…I got scared that day and I prayed like it was my last day on earth that night…
But with time I forgot about what happened…
And I started getting back to what I was like I haven't seen what I saw but there was a good thing I didn't like singing any more at least not like I used to.
After almost a month from that accident a strange accident happened a man driving in his car at a regular speed and his car broke down in one of the city tunnels.
He got out of the car to fix one of the tires and when he stood behind the car a speeding car came and hit him.
He got severely injured.
I came by with a different friend and we but him in the car and we called the hospital in the way.
He was a young man a religious man we could tell from his appearance when we hold him we heard him whispering and because we were in a hurry we couldn't understand what he was saying.
But when we put him in the car and in the way we heard a special voice…
He was reading Quran…in a very beautiful voice like there is nothing wrong with him.
All his clothes were covered with blood…his bones are broken…and he is almost dying.
I have never heard such a beautiful voice in my whole life… I was telling myself that I am going to do like what my other friend did.
We kept listening to that voice I felt my body shuddering.
Suddenly that voice stopped I looked behind the man was rising his forefinger and said :
(laa ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasulullah)
Then his head went down I jumped to the back I held his hand…
I felt his heart…
I felt his breaths…
Nothing…he was died
I looked at him for so long…a tear felt from my eye I tried to hide it .
I told my friend that the man died.
He started crying and I started crying with him and we couldn't stop .
When we got to the hospital we told every one what happened…they all kissed his forehead and they all wanted to know when they will pray on him to go.
We got curious about him so when the hospital worker called the mans house his brother answered so he asked him about his dead brother.
He said that his brother used to go each Monday to his lonely grandmother in town and he used to check on the orphans and the needy all the time.
That town knew him he used to get them the tapes and the books he used to go with his car full with sugar and rise and food for the poor and the needy…even the candy for the kids he didn't forget it!!!
The next day the mosque was full with people praying on him then we carried him to the cemetery.
We put him in his grave.
Allah forgives me and strengthens me to his obedience and makes my grave and every Muslims grave a parterre from the heaven parterres.
(This story happened during traffic monitoring on one)
Of the hay ways in one of the Arabic countries) )
I lived during my primary education with my parents in very good religious environment.
I used to hear my mother praying when I get back late to the house.
And my fathers voice in his long prayer… I have always wondered how he can pray that long especially in the long winter nights.
I didn't know that this is the rest of the believer.
After finishing my military school as I grew up and the distance between me and Allah grew to.
Ignoring all the advices I hear from time to time…
After graduating I was hired in a city far away from my city but the presence of my friend made things easier for me.
Here the Quran went away … my mother's voice wakening me for the prayers is gone…I have become alone…away from the family I grew up with.
I have been directed to work in the hay way monitoring, at the boarders of the city to keep it safe and secure and help who needs help…my work was active and I lived happy doing my work with devotion but then I lived a confusing times.
There was a lot of emptiness…and no one to talk to…I started feeling board I didn't find any one to encourage me to get back to my worship.
Because of the nature of my job I saw a lot of accidents, but that day was different.
When my partner and I were talking at the side walk suddenly we heard a load crash.
When we looked there were two cars crashed into each other…we ran to rescue the injured people.
It was a horrible crash two men in the car almost dead we got them out and lied them down.
We ran to the other car to get its driver out but he was dead so we got back to the men and they were dying.
So my friend tried to get them to say the witness ( laa ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasulullah)
But instead they start singing…it was the strangest thing I have ever seen.
Not like me my friend had experience in such situations he kept telling them but they kept singing.
I kept watching I was in a shock my eyes my body every thing froze in its place I have never seen someone dying like that.
The singing starts to decrease a little until it stopped.
They both kept quite they died.
We carried them into the car, my friend is quiet we drove the hole way without saying a word.
Until my friend started to talk to me about death and the bad conclusion and the bad death…and how the person ends up in a good or bad situation when he dies…and how this conclusion points to what the person used to be in his life…and he mention a lot of stories to me about that and how that you have to be good in your life to be good in your death or when you die…
We kept talking about death and dead people all the way to the hospital and what hurt me the most that we had dead people in our car…I got scared that day and I prayed like it was my last day on earth that night…
But with time I forgot about what happened…
And I started getting back to what I was like I haven't seen what I saw but there was a good thing I didn't like singing any more at least not like I used to.
After almost a month from that accident a strange accident happened a man driving in his car at a regular speed and his car broke down in one of the city tunnels.
He got out of the car to fix one of the tires and when he stood behind the car a speeding car came and hit him.
He got severely injured.
I came by with a different friend and we but him in the car and we called the hospital in the way.
He was a young man a religious man we could tell from his appearance when we hold him we heard him whispering and because we were in a hurry we couldn't understand what he was saying.
But when we put him in the car and in the way we heard a special voice…
He was reading Quran…in a very beautiful voice like there is nothing wrong with him.
All his clothes were covered with blood…his bones are broken…and he is almost dying.
I have never heard such a beautiful voice in my whole life… I was telling myself that I am going to do like what my other friend did.
We kept listening to that voice I felt my body shuddering.
Suddenly that voice stopped I looked behind the man was rising his forefinger and said :
(laa ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasulullah)
Then his head went down I jumped to the back I held his hand…
I felt his heart…
I felt his breaths…
Nothing…he was died
I looked at him for so long…a tear felt from my eye I tried to hide it .
I told my friend that the man died.
He started crying and I started crying with him and we couldn't stop .
When we got to the hospital we told every one what happened…they all kissed his forehead and they all wanted to know when they will pray on him to go.
We got curious about him so when the hospital worker called the mans house his brother answered so he asked him about his dead brother.
He said that his brother used to go each Monday to his lonely grandmother in town and he used to check on the orphans and the needy all the time.
That town knew him he used to get them the tapes and the books he used to go with his car full with sugar and rise and food for the poor and the needy…even the candy for the kids he didn't forget it!!!
The next day the mosque was full with people praying on him then we carried him to the cemetery.
We put him in his grave.
Allah forgives me and strengthens me to his obedience and makes my grave and every Muslims grave a parterre from the heaven parterres.
