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 Rasulull ah .

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 have opened, the angels are waiting for your
soul.’

‘All jannats open widely waiting for you,’ Jibril said.

But, in fact, all this did not make Rasulullah 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?’

‘Don’t worry, O Rasul ALLAH. I heard ALLAH tell me: ‘I make jannat
haram for every one, except the people of Muhammad who 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 painful this sakaratul maut is!’

Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali 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 asked the Deliverer of Wahy.

‘Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his condition of
sakaratul maut,’ Jibril said.

Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.

‘O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these pains,
don’t give it 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 of the
saalat and take care 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.’

And the life of the noble man ended.

Could we love each other like him? Allahumma salli ‘ala Muhammad wa
baarik wasallim . How deep is Rasulullah’s love to us.

Note:

Send this to all your Muslim friends so that there is an awareness
towards the love of ALLAH and His Rasul – because – truly – except
this love, the other loves, are only fana (not everlasting) thing.
Ameen……

Don’t worry if people hate you because there are many others who love
and care you in the earth. But be worried if ALLAH hates you because
there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.

May Almighty Allah guide all of us to the Right Path and give all of
us the courage to accept the Truth in the light of Qur’an and Sunnah
and to reject all things which are in contradiction to the Holy Qur’an
and Sunnah.

(Ameen!)

Please pass this around, perhaps you could be a reason to awaken the
love of the Prophet (PBUH) in someone’s heart.