True story :
ALLAH PAY IN CASH
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Narrated by a cleric in the country Jiran (true story)
1 day I went to one Nursing Home,
A friend asked for help,
In order for me to channel aid to the poor,
I bought sarong cloth,
Buy bread,
Etc,
I went to a nursing home that I know,
I do not need to mention his name,
When we get to our vehicle in the nursing home nursing,
Suddenly there was an elderly mother running from the dorm (the orphanage) approached me,
.
"Ye...
Ye...
My son came,
My son came,
Glad that my son came ... "
I do not know who he is,
The mother hugged me,
He kisses me,
The old man said ...
"Son ...
Why leave mom here son,
I want to go home ...
Mother miss our home ... "
I was then ...
Hardly speechless,
Dear Allah...
I try to say the word ...
"Bu ..."
I hold hands,
I see his face,
He says...
"Until the heart of boy,
You do not confess I'm your mother ... "
I can imagine,
How did he feel so homesick for his child,
I try to pretend,
As if I were his son, I said ...
"Bu ...
Please forgive me..."
I hold his hand, I invite to sit on a chair,
I take bread, dl
And I apply it to his mouth,
Do not feel dripping tears on the cheeks,
Trying to imagine,
The heart of a mother who yearns for her child,
If we are his son,
Picked up a loaf of bread,
We fix the mouth,
how does he feel?
How do we feel?
I tried to wipe his tears that melted the cheeks,
He hold my hand,
Subhana Allah ...
I can feel how he feels so longing for his son,
When I was about to leave,
He held my foot while saying ...
"Son ...
Do not leave my mother,
I want to go back,
I want to go home ... "
Finally I asked permission with the parole of the orphanage there,
Looking at the data he was his son there are 5 people,
The biggest one is Tan Sri,
0langnya indeed rich,
Got a big name,
And the great guy,
when I go home,
He hold my shirt,
He said he wanted to come with me home,
I say
"In the car there are a lot of stuff",
"Not what the mother said,
I sat with the same stuff,
That"...
Finally I permission to the orphanage to take the mother for 5 days,
Coming home to me,
my dawn prayer so Imam he makmum behind,
I read the prayer, sl
I saw his tears fall,
Finished my prayer salami him,
I kiss his hand,
I say...
"Mom ... I'm sorry ..."
That time,
I do not imagine,
If my mother is dead,
but I imagine this mother is my mother,
For he longs for his children,
On the third day at my house,
Time Isya 'Pray,
Finished my prayer salami him,
He sealed his hands with his mukena cloth,
He greetings,
I say...
"Bu ...
Why do moms coat mother's hand?
2 days ago mother greetings,
Mother did not coat my mother's hand with me,
Why did the mother hand in hand today? "
He says...
"Ustaz ...
You're not my son right ... "
Subhanaallah ...
Suddenly he called my name "Ustaz",
I say...
"Why did my mother call me ustaz?
I am the mother's daughter ... "
He says...
"Not...
If my son he will not be like this,
If my son he will not be my imam,
If my son he will not bribe me to eat ... "
Imagine friends how this mother's feelings,
Spontaneously I hold him,
I hug him,
I cry,
I say...
"Bu ...
though not my mother,
But I love mother like my mother ... "
I hold this mother's hand ...
Although not my mother,
But I know his heart is very homesick close to his son,
At that time I looked at his face,
I say...
"Bu ...
Even though my mother is gone,
but mom may change to be my mother,
Mother sit here ... "
When eating,
I put rice into his mouth,
He vomited behind the meal from his mouth,
I ask...
"Why bu?"
Suddenly I see his face pale,
I pick him up,
Call an inter-hospital ambulance,
Time in hospital,
I grab her head and I smash this mother,
He hold my hand he said ...
"Ustaz ...
If I die,
Please do not tell anybody my son,
If I'm dead,
Do not tell them where my grave is,
If they know where my grave is,
do not allow her to hold my tombstone ... "
I hold him I say ...
"Bu ...
Do not talk like that,
Bu ... "
My wife was crying next door,
My son cried next to hold him,
We hold him ...
"Bu ...
Do not talk like that,
Bu ... "
He shook his head,
apparently that's the end of his life,
Finally he died at the hospital,
He died in my arms,
I pray for Mother Hajjah Khalija this hopefully with Salafus,
Friend,
If we still have mothers,
Please obey our mother,
do not be ungodly to our mother,
Do not leave him in the Nursing Home,
When our mother is sick we take care of her,
Our head massages and mother's feet ...
Friends try to ask our mother ...
"How did my mother suffer when she was pregnant?
How was my mother giving birth? "
our mother asked all my friends ...
If we ask, of course our mother's tears will fall,
Therefore friends make food to our mothers ...
Companions all ...
After the death of this mother, the news of his death also to his eldest son,
son he keeps my phone ...
What does his son say to me ...
"I will take you to court,
I will demand that you have brought my mother out of the Nursing Home "...
3 years he left his mother in Panti,
He did not go see,
That's why her mother missed,
until the mother can not tell me from her son ...
Finally I wait,
Wait to have a wait no more than a year more,
I went to a lecture at the mosque in the area of pecinaan,
Finished my lecture came a man embraced me,
Crying in the mosque,
0rang in the mosque wonder,
What is this,
I asked him ...
"Sir,
What is this ?
What is the problem...?"
She said in tears ...
"Ustaz ...
Please tell me where my mother's tomb is ustaz?
Please tell me where my mother's grave is? "...
I say...
"Why is today just asked your mother's grave?" ...
He says...
"Please ustaz ...
I want to meet my mother ustaz,
I am the person who titled Tan Sri who want to demand ustaz at that time ...
I am now bankrupt ustaz,
My wife died an accident,
House seized bank,
My luxury car has all been confiscated bank,
Only 1 stay,
that old motorcycle ... "
I said...
"I can show you your mother's grave,
But with 1 condition,
You do not hold your mother's tombstone ... "
Up at the funeral,
I did not have time to get out of the car,
He came down first,
I saw in front of my own eyes he fell down his hand to black,
His mouth is drawn to the side that was originally his hand and his mouth fine,
While calling ...
"Mother...
Mother ...
Ibuuuuu ... "
I suddenly lift him not far from her mother's grave has not reached her mother's grave,
She's exhaling the last breath beside her mother's grave ...
Allahu Akbarrr ...
Saying my long ...
Allah SWT show me,
This life is the recompense of a lawless child to his mother and father,
hopefully this story becomes a lesson out there,
Take an interest from the above story.
"And when your mother's eyes are closed,
Then there is one blessing to Allah SWT.
Namely * Prayer * a mother "
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aamiin
Dear Allah...
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