ya habibi

Suddenly, there was a person said salaam.

“May I come in?” he asked.

But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.

I’m sorry, my father is ill,” said Fatimah turned 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 Rasulullah .

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 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 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 . I heard ALLAH told me: ‘I make Jannat haram

for every one, except the people of Muhammad”

Jibril said.

It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to dohis 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 pain this sakaratul maut is!”

Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside

her bow deeply and Jibril turned his face back.

“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.”

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 the saalat and

take care the weak people among you.”

Outside the room, there were cries shouted at 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 sholli ‘ala Muhammad

wa baarik wa salim ‘alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah’s love to us.