Between Eyes and Heart


Eyes are a guide, and the heart is the driving force and the prosecution. Eyes had the pleasure of sight and the heart had the pleasure of accomplishment. Both are allies in every action and intimate human deeds, and can not be separated from one another.

When a person has the intention to do something that comes from the heart, then he needs eye as a guide. To see, to observe, and then the brain go to work to make a decision.

If someone has the intention to perform a good deed, then led her towards a good eye anyway. And if a person intends to commit an act which is not good, then the eye will lead him towards a no good anyway.

Instead can also occur when the eye sees something interesting, and then gave birth to the intention to gain pleasure from what he saw, then the heart will encourage the eye to explore further, so that he gets satisfaction in looking at him. So Allah swt give us all the signs are very anticipatory, the command to subdue the view: "Say to the believing men:" Let them hold views, and maintains his cock; such is purer for them, actually Allah is Aware of what they do ".

"Say to the believing women:" Let them hold views, and maintains his cock, and they do not show her jewelry, except for a (regular) appear thereof. "(Surah An Nuur: 30-31)

Such things happen, so when the man slumped in error, then there was a dialogue between the eye and the heart, as manifested by a great scholar Ibn Al-Jauziyyah Qoyyim in his book "Garden of Love People and Harbored Girl".

Heart says to Eyes

You're the one who has been dragged to destruction and lead to regret because I followed a few moments. You throw cast your eyes on the park, you seek healing from the garden are not healthy, you Salahi says God, "let them hold his view", you Salahi words of the Holy Prophet, "Seeing a woman is poisoned arrows of various arrows of Satan. Whoever abandoned him fear Allah Almighty, Allah will reward her faith, which will be found pleasures in his heart ". (Transmitted by Ahmad)

Disclaimer Eye of the Heart

You zhalimi me from beginning to end. You kukuhkan my sins and unseen. And I was always obedient messenger and guide that shows you the way. You are the king obeyed. While we are only people and followers. To meet your needs, you raise me up a wild horse, accompanied by threats and warnings. If you tell me to shut my door and stuck hijabku, will gladly kuturuti command. If you force yourself to graze in a fenced garden and you sent me to hunt in a fitted trap, of course you will be a prisoner before you are a leader, you have a previous buidak you are the master. That is because the leader of the human and the most fair judge, the Messenger of Allah, has made the decision for me over you, by saying: "Verily in the body there is a blood clot. If he does well, then the whole body will be good anyway, and if it is broken , the whole body is broken too. Behold, a blood clot is the heart. " (Transmitted by Bukhari, Muslim and others).

Abu Hurairah Ra. Said, "The heart is the king and the whole body is its troops. If the king is good, then the better the troops. If the king bad, too bad his troops". If you are awarded the view, of course you know that the damage is due to damage your followers yourself, and the good they are for your own good. If you are broken, also the followers. Then you throw guilt to the eyes of the helpless. Source of evil befalls is because you do not have the love of God, do not like the dhikr to Him, do not like the word, 'asthma and His attributes. You switch to the other and turn away from Him. You changed love than Him.

Thus, the eye and the heart, a pair of highly mismatched allies. When used with a good eye, and the heart is controlled by the belief in Allah SWT, the damage and munkar earth is not going to happen. But if the opposite is true, then the damage and his bencanalah that always greet us.

Robb, lead us, so that we are able to control our hearts with faith in Thee, put love of Thee, and never turn away from you.

Allaahumma 'fii aafinii the flesh, Allaahumma' aafiniifii sam'ii, Allaahumma 'fii aafinii bashorii. Aamiin.
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You Eligible Mujahid Stars


Abdul Rozak (40) bakeries, died instantly when the car Hijet 1000 No.. Pol D-1474-DC dikemudikannya hit by a truck container. The accident happened around 5:00 pm Kebon Rubber, Cibening Purwakarta highway, a few kilometers before the Cikampek Toll-Karachi, crush skulls man from Palembang. Abdul Rozak did not get back to his house to buy the ingredients for the bread. Because death was first thought to pick him up without him. (As reported weekly edition of Dialogue September 22 to 28) tk mention further victim status. As his wife and how many children he left behind, not written. But seeing the age of the victim, it was likely the status of a head of household).

Taroklah we assume, when Abdul Rozak her way to make a living, because God's intention. So insha Allah he quite got the good end (Husnul khotimah). The late worthy being equated as a jihad. With additional notes of course, if only when he started stepped out of the house to pick her death, motivations remain unchanged seek lawful sustenance for his family.

We pray to God, hopefully merchant bread was indeed a godly father. That preserves the family of unlawful sustenance. Maintaining his eyes from seeing the sights that are not right for him to see. Keeping his tongue from backbiting, slandering, flavorful indulgence obscene jokes, cursing people with coarse, mocking and demeaning others, cheat, and others. Hopefully.

If Abdul Rozak struggle every day to support his family, always begins with a string of prayer to God. If only in the busy day-to-day work he never left the worship and obedience to Allah. In short, suppose the days he intend solely to worship and carry out commands. So the death of Abdul Rozak worth mentioning as martyrdom in the path of Allah.

Apostle in one of his will explain, a householder who earnestly seek halal sustenance, and he died. The man he saw in the assessment, were martyred in the way of Allah.

God has ordained the man is a leader for women. Because of the nature of creation, not just the men given an advantage in terms of physical (muscle), a feeling, but also reasonable. That's why God put the burden of liabilities over the men against women. One of the most fundamental duty is to man as a patron and protector of women.

"The man is the leader for women, because Allah has favored some of them (the men) over others (the women). Because they have (required) spend of their wealth (the wife)." (Qur'an 4:34)

We'd rather not argue about the right to the protection of women who should they get from men. It's not about supremacy and male domination of women. But the matter of responsibility for nature. Indeed, we admit, to this day feminists still make a fuss about their rights that they consider to have been "deprived" of men. We worry when the responsibility to protect (for a living) was equally borne by the women, many women who would later exhausted themselves. Because of the consequences, they should be the same hours as men without menstrual leave or maternity leave, for example. Worse yet, many men are reluctant responsible will provide for his wife. Because some obligations are considered dihendel women.

Because of that the Prophet emphasized the hard-working men and working hard to support their families happy. Instead he denounced the slackers, who never attempted to happy family. Moreover, if he be rude to his wife and children.

"Taqwalah you to God in the care of women wives - pen). Because he is in a penjagaanmu. And let thou complete shopping and dress appropriately." (Reported by Muslim)

"The most heavily in the scales of the believers is noble morality. Verily Allah does not like those who commit heinous acts more despicable." (Sahih al-Jami ')

"Berdosalah someone who wasted his dependents should feed," (Muslim)

It's noble Mujahideen who toil to support the family by lawful means. That a father who never littering his property with a haram.Yang strongly rejected the bribe, avoid illegal practices, and actions of any manipulative.

Miraculously the fighters who have serious work to feed their family to embrace ridhoNya. That father who always remember how my children and wife at home is always faithful pray for his safety. A husband who always maintain sanctity as his wife at home is always guarded her chastity from the eye and the touch of hands wildly. Until he could not possibly want to spit his views on women are not mahromnya. Moreover, to flirting and dating a female colleague or secretary. How wonderful the sincere Mujahid berletih-weary working to deliver Allah.Yakni mercy toward those families that do not lead him in the practice of social work and nasty. Distanced exploit women as bait business. Refusing to do business lobbies in sordid places while indulgence obscene stories. While the smell of liquor and perfume women adorn their lobbies. No! The mujahid will certainly get rid of the business practices of the damned. They are the servants who always distanced himself from the scandal stories are disgusting.

Whatever their profession, if only they try hard to keep themselves and their families from which Allah has forbidden. Whether they are as rickshaw pullers, street vendors, minibus driver, rice sellers, vegetable traders, scavengers, peddlers toys-intersection at a red light intersection, and so forth. Really every drop of sweat and breath them, God willing, will be recorded as drops of blood jihad in Allah's path. They should be called a mujahid.

"And verily, thou shalt not make a living as God has intended, but you will get a reply. Including what you give into the mouth of your wife." (Reported by Bukhari-Muslim)

Mujahid unfit fathers attributed to the work never heed their taboos Allah.Yakni who likes to practice bribery and manipulative actions. Exploit women for their business promotion. Huddle with colleagues who like to throw the words lie and bawdy humor. Who likes to expose privacy issues-household house before his colleagues. "Uh ... overnight bini cave ..." and so on and so forth. Those who are familiar with the world of infidelity. Na'udzubillahi min forbid.

This last group, essentially not deserve to be called the head of the family. Because they were not able to lead themselves, let alone to lead the family. They do not deserve to be given the title of jihadists, however they have given abundant wealth to their children and wife. Because they are essentially traitors. Who have betrayed themselves, their families betray trust, trust-and the nation-state, and thus betray the trust of Allah swt.

Hopefully you are not including the mujahid terakhir.Karena you are, and you deserve a star!
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God Love People In Central Disaster Tolerance


When we ride public transportation in the middle of a traffic jam, then we are required to be patient. We should not berate the driver, let alone yelling. When we are in the overcrowded trains we are also required patience. At that time we should not be angry, although perhaps our feet stepped on.

Similarly, when the country was flooded with abundant water we had to be patient. Since the curses that we direct the authorities would not be reducing the volume of flood soak almost 30% of Indonesia. Well, from the water that we know that life and death is from the water. So patience is boundless, as faith itself.

Worth if in an opportunity Prophet Muhammad advised us to be patient (steadfast and willing to accept the fact / taqdir). In fact, he said, "Part of faith is patience". Noble Prophet himself, every misfortune befalls anything, never complained much less to blame blame others. Whether it's the government, neighbors, or anyone else. Strangely, we never blame ourselves. In fact, the fear that the country is also a mistake because our fault that we unwittingly participate menyumbangnya.

Why are we commanded by God to be patient? This sophisticated psychological therapy that God has given us. Through this attitude we are aware that the man was not able to manage her life for sure. It is God who takes care of all our affairs. That's what we read Alhamdulillahi Rabbil 'Alamein. That is, that we organize everything that was him. Thus, with patience we face turmoil of life with calm, relaxed.

To become a patient is not easy, indeed. But God through His verses, both qauli kauni and invites us to become ash-shabirin (a group of people who are patient). Look how patiently walking a camel in the desert while carrying a heavy load in punuknya. Consider also patience buffaloes or cows when diligently plowing rice fields. And if God is willing, the animals refused to be treated as such by their masters.

We remember the story of the fall of the horse Suraqah bin Nawfal while chasing the Prophet to be killed. We remember the sinking of Pharaoh with soldiers in the Red Sea while chasing after Moses and his followers. And we also remember the prophet Jonah from telanan survival of sharks. If only God would, of course, the Prophet Muhammad has been killed Suraqah, Moses was beheaded by Pharaoh's executioners and Jonah was not issued again from the fish ferocious it.

It is therefore natural to perpetuate their God in the Qur'an as al-shabirien and al-shadiqien, ie, those who justify his verses. What key? They are patient in this life, without hope of material in the world.

The lover of God that imitate nature of their Rabb, Al-Shabur, one of al-Asma al-Husna that God has. My brothers are heavy-laden, and the plight of those who are overwritten ........... Be patient, because God is with those who patiently persevere.
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I'm Calling You .....


Many times I called him,
Many times I call,
Many times
Many times
Muhammad,
Ya Muhammad,
The Lover
Secret Love
Spirit of Love
(Emha Ainun Najib)

Friend, how are you all? Hopefully you have given him a lot of love is infinite. Aamiin. I'd like to borrow a moment of your time. There's someone who wants to tells us. There's someone who wants to narrate selaksa life may often we hear. Thus lantunannya. Listen carefully ya ... Hopefully useful.

Bismillah, Assalamu ....

Introduce!

My name is Bilal. My father named Rabah, a slave of Abesinia, therefore Bilal Bin Rabah my long name. I do not know why my father and my mother got here, Makkah. A place that only has a bright sun, the expanse of the Sahara and a few trees. I'm a slave to the master. Umayyad used my master was invoked. A noble Quraish, who only care about wealth and mortality. Every break, I have to get thrown orders anytime. If not, there is a waiting whip will whack any body part she likes.

Every time is the same, all the same day also no difference, ie serve employers perfectly. Until one day I heard someone mention the name of Muhammad. At first I did not care, but I heard the news that made me always listened carefully. Muhammad's new religion teaches that worship God in his single. There is no other god. I'm interested in, and finally, I bersyahadat quietly.

However, one day my master knew. I already know the rest. They memancangku on sand sahara burning. The sun is so hot, if not enough, a large stone crushing chest. They think I will soon give up. Haus once visited, want to drink. I asked him at one of them, and they responded with a crack of a whip several times. Every time they asked me to deny Muhammad, I'm just saying "Sunday ... Munday ". Stone on the chest reduces my ability to speak perfectly. Until one day, somebody help me, Abu Bakr bail with the money of the Umayyad requested. I blacked out, no longer know what happened.

Soon after came to, I was carried to a place of Abu Bakr Muhammad lived. My legs untold pain, my body can barely upright. Eager to collapse, but Abu Bakr continued to guide me with affection. Of course I do not want to disappoint him. I had to keep moving and then I come across someone who is in love until the last breath blown from the body. I arrived in front of his house. There were two men there. The first was Ali ibn Abi Talib, his cousin who was very young and that is next to him, Muhammad.

Muhammad, I looked at him intently, not wanting this eye turned. I was blown away, fell in love, and feel the breath of the retained dipangkal throat. Her exceed moon hanging in the sky on the nights that I used to gaze at the break ahead. His eyes looked warm beauty. Her body is not too high not too short terlau. He is a man who when turning the whole body as well. He menyenyumiku, and I'm getting stunned, feeling a cool stream sambangi all pores have just licked whip.

He got up, and menyongsongku with visible excitement perfectly. I barely even believe it, there is a puddle of tears in his eyes. Ali, when asked "Is this guy tease you until you cry". "No, he is not a criminal, he is a man who has made the heavens rejoice," as Muhammad said. With both hands, I embraced, in hugs and dekapnya, long time. I do not know what to do, certainly at the time I felt light flying away from Earth. I've never been treated so special.

Furthermore, I was treated so kindly by all the inhabitants of the house. I sat next to Muhammad, and because such a close, I was able wewangi inhaling the fragrance of musk aroma than strapping body. And when his hand touched the hand of the Prophet is so intimate, I feel all the pain that plagued before it instantly buried in the depths of the Sahara. Since that time, I was a friend of Muhammad.

You'll never know how I am so lucky to be one of his friends. It was me grateful every second nonstop dancing. I am Bilal, who is now an independent, no longer need to stand while his master sat, because I've been in a charming intimacy. I, Bilal black slaves were freed, drank all the time with a lot of love Mustafa. There would be nothing I desire besides this.

Oh yes, I want to relate an experience that makes the most precious and noble. Would you hear it?

In Yathrib, mosques, where we, the people of Prophet worship has been established. The building is constructed with simple materials. Throughout the day, we all work hard to build it with love, so we never felt tired. The Prophet praised our work, we see her smile always expands. He was so happy, so we are always patting each shoulder as a sign that she was so grateful. Of course we soar.

We all get together, even though the mosque was completed, but was still none the less. Ali said that the mosque caller that all Muslims need to know the time of prayer was approaching. In a moment we were silent and looked at each other. Then some friends talking about the best way to call people.

"We can pull the flag" someone to provide choice.

"The flag does not produce sound, can not call them"

"What if a bell?"

"Is not it a habit of Christians"

"If the horn?"

"It is used of the Jews, is not it?"

All that was there again silent, no one was satisfied with the options discussed. I saw the Prophet pensive, I've never seen him so grim. Usually face was like the sun at any time, shining brightly. Until one day, is Abdullah Bin Zaid of the Ansar, the Prophet approached shyly. I shifted give place to him, because I knew he wanted to communicate something to the Prophet directly.

"O, Messenger of God" his voice sounded softly. Mosques silent, all eyes turned to one point. We gave him a chance to speak.

"I had a dream, in that dream I heard a human voice calling us to pray ..." he said definitely. And then, in the face of the Prophet overcast changing slowly fading sweet face beaming. "Your dream is from God, we are called human beings to establish the prayer with the human voice ....". So the prophet speak.

We all agreed, but then we wondered, what kind of human voice, lelakikah?, Children?, Soft voice?, Hard? or shrill? I was too busy thinking. Until I felt something on my shoulder, a hand of Al-Mustafa in there. "The sound you Bilal" The Prophet said sure. My breath as stalled.

You'll never know, at that time I wanted to move immediately to avoid, especially with all the faces looked shady in a mosque full of love. "Good Heavens, my brother, how proud you are to have something for you to offer to Islam" Zaid hear me from behind. I'm more down and felt something rumbling in his chest. "Your voice duhai best servant of God, use the" prophet command unmuted. It sounded sincere compliment. And with the courage, I looked at the Prophet's face lift. God, no smile rembulannya me. I nodded.

Finally, we all came out of the mosque. The Prophet leading the way, and I followed him like a child. "Get on it, and call them at the height of his" Prophet directed his finger into the roof of a house belonging to a woman of Banu'n Najjar, near the mosque. In the spirit, I ride on the roof, but unfortunately my head is empty, I do not know what to call as I kumandangkan. I was silent for a long time.

Below, I look at the faces looking up. The faces that gave me the spirit, menelusupkan much hope. They looked at me, expecting something out of this mouth. Diketinggian are often a real headache, and I see the faces do not expect me fall. Then I find the figure of the Prophet, Abu Bakr and Umar was on his side. "O Messenger of Allah, what should I say?" I begged instructions. And I heard a clear voice rising up in the ear "Praise to Allah, His Messenger swore, Call upon people to pray". I turned away and think about it. I ask God to guide my words.

Then, I looked at the magnificent sky was berpenyangga. Then in the depths of my voice, I blurted out:

God is great. Allah is Great

I testify there is no god Besides Allah

I testify that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah

Let Prayer

Let Achieving Victory

God is great. Allah is Great

Besides Allah there is no God.

Me Enough rebound. I looked at the Prophet, and you'll see the full moon when it was being looked happy Madinah. I descend the tower, and I disongsong so many people are scrambling to hug me. And when the Prophet was in front of me, he said "You're Bilal, has completed Mesjidku".

I, Bilal, the son of a slave, black, was believed to be the first muezzin, by him, Muhammad, who had driven so much pain from my life tapaki. You will never know, invites people to prayer is the work that is valued so high prophet. I thank God, has mengaruniaku beautiful voice. Furthermore, if it is time for prayer, then my voice would fill the air-conditioning Madinah and Makkah.

Until one day,

Most humans I love God picked terindahnya death. Medina moon will no longer lead the present form. The lights are back. Do you know how hard it is my responsibility alone. I like fall into a deep well. I cried bitterly, but I know until blood came out of the eye, the Prophet would never return. In the lap of Ayesha, the Prophet called 'ummatii ... ummatiii' before his last breath slowly disappear. I remember dawn, the last prophet apologizes to his friends, reminding us to always love kalam Divine. Beloved God also expects us to always pray. If I recalled again, the more I want to cry. I miss him, really, how painful when I've got any spare I can no longer come.

Since the death of the prophet, I was no longer able to cry, grief makes me very weak. In the first sentence chanting prayer, I was able to help myself, but when it comes to sentence Muhammad, I can not pronounce properly. Adzanku contains only sobbing alone. I could not pronounce the whole name, 'Muhammad'. Do you blame me. I tried, however, adzanku no longer appeal. I just cried at altitude, remember people who loved the first option. And finally the friends understand this grief. They no longer ask me to cry.

Now, I'd love to call you ... calling you with love. If you want to listen to my call, listen to me, there will be other choices humans the azan. At that time, I suppose that called you. Because, actually, I really merindui you who hasten to pray.

Thank God my story has come, to say hello to my guys. Wassalamu'alaikum

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Friend, if the call to prayer echoing, we know we should do. There Bilal's calling. Do not, we are honored to be called Bilal. Haste encounter God, to present your heart in your prayers, and God will look at you happy. I remember a friend's aphorisms were written when I was in elementary school memory book "Husnul, Pray before you in shalatkan". And meaning of a sentence if you think about deeply.
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End of A Journey


There is pain in the liver indicated. There's a giddy feeling to shake. Once again, an event stomping soul. And makes me wonder: I wonder what my life's journey end? I do not know, I do not know and am fully confident that I will never know. Perhaps in a way that I never imagined before, or perhaps in a way that I always jusutru bayangankan before.

As never crossed my mind, he will experience the event and died. Monday afternoon before sunset, receive sms from a friend. Innalillahi wa inna Ilaihi roji'un, Agus Haryanto mother died of robbery. Tomorrow we mourn at 8. It read.

Really, it does not believe it when I read it. But it is true sms. News on TV and on the radio I heard later confirmed the truth of the incident. Inevitably, it's robberies and cross-cross looming in my mind. Bringing horror (imagine a stab wound in the neck and hands), took pity (imagine the families and children who have recently started growing up, in fact the only daughter (three other sons of men) just got married). How does it feel if I were experiencing?

But death does not choose how, age and status. She can happen to anyone, any age and by any means. Similarly, age, marital status and how it is not the PROBLEM. It's not the matter, it's not the point how does somebody die. What matters is how we condition when he died. And the mother's death at the hands of robbers Agus Haryanto gave lessons in for me.

Middle-aged woman was known to be friendly, energetic, nice to everyone but at the same time an activist firm. I do not know him intimately. Our relationship is the relationship between me as a Muslim activist Gathering Forum Finance Ministry and he is a member of the leadership Dharmawanita Treasury Department, which happens to have the same concern to the world of children and women / worker and families. Similarity concern is what makes us often entered into a collaboration, such as seminars on family and children and held a contest for employees / employee of the finance department and their families in order to Commemorate the National Children's Day.

In addition, for more than two years, we were involved in building cooperation Daycare (Child Care Center) in the Ministry of Finance as efforts to provide facilities for working mothers in order to enhance breastfeeding the baby. This process takes such a long time already, and nearly completed thanks to the support and a big hand from Mother Agus. In fact, so long that I even had resigned from the team. But during that time he did not lose stamina. When we are weak because so many obstacles and make this project impossible, she who 'scold' and encouraged that the project must go on, whatever hambatananya. I do not know, after he's gone, I do not know how the continuation of this project. As I also do not know whether there are how many plans and another project he was working on at his death.

Death has become a dividing line, which stops all that he did. But, again, it all does not matter. Because God has promised a reward for the effort, a process, not the result. During an activity is based on sincerity pious charity, the reward remain hands even death to stop the effort. Moreover, if the time of death, the person concerned was in the best condition.

And so I expect the mother Agus Haryanto. When the events of the robbery, he was in a state of fasting on Mondays and Thursdays. He died in situations maintain the trust that he held: Money belongs Dharma Wanita Ministry of Finance. How sweet, how beautiful, even though his death by the hands of ruthless robbers. Blessed are they, the people who have died in the best condition. Hopefully he included in the category of martyrdom, so said Mr. Muhammad in his introductory Mar'I departure corpse. Good-bye, Mother! Goodbye friend, goodbye mujahidah!

And, all of a sudden I want to change my prayer and supplication I Leave to my two best friends will leave pilgrimage later this month.

Dude, no, do not ask me a successful career, good fortune, a pious soul mate or other worldly success. Let me, let God alone who determines it to me, like anything else. I ask only pray for one course: To me strong, brave and true through all her destiny, until when I arrive at my age deadline, I can end it well, with a sweet, beautifully. (Really, I'm afraid of dying that pick as I was complaining, despairing of the mercy. Indeed, I am afraid the deadline for the life of me come when I'm adulterous Him. Indeed I was concerned when I have the time it is closed upon me, myself struggling with futility. Indeed, I fear, when I die, my heart was filled amid disappointment, anger or resentment).

Dude, please pray for it to God! Lord, please grant my prayer!
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Tears Prophet


Suddenly from outside the door heard a shouted greeting. "May I come in?" he asked. But Fatimah did not let him in, "Forgive me, my father had a fever," said Fatimah who turned and closed the door.

Then he returned with his father who was already opened his eyes and asked Fatimah, "Who is that, O my son?" "I do not know my father, people seem to just this once I saw it," Fatimah said gently.

Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with a thrill. As if her facial portion after portion was about to be remembered. "Behold, he who abolished temporary pleasure, he who separates the world gatherings. Malaikatul He is death," said the Prophet, Fatimah also withstand blast tears. Angel of death came up, but the Prophet asked why Jibril did not come together with him.

Then dipanggilah previously Jibril was ready in the sky world welcome the spirit lover of God and the prince of this world. "Gabriel, who am I to explain later in the sight of God?" Tanya Rasululllah with a very weak voice. "The doors of sky has opened, the angels have been waiting for your soul. All of heaven are wide open waiting for your arrival," said Gabriel. But it did not make Rasulullah relieved, his eyes were still full of anxiety.

"You do not like to hear this khabar?" Gabriel asked again. "Khabarkan me what happened to my people be?" "Do not worry, O Messenger of Allah, I heard God say to me: 'Kuharamkan heaven for anyone, except the people of Muhammad had been in it," said Gabriel.

Seconds closer, Azrael's time task. Slowly the spirit of the Prophet withdrawn. It seems the whole body drenched in sweat Messenger, stiffened his neck veins. "Gabriel, how much pain it breathe his last."

Slowly Messenger groan. Fatimah closed, Ali down beside him deeper and Gabriel looked away. "Jijikkah you see me, until you face palingkan Gabriel?" Prophet asked the angel of revelation introduction.

"Who can, see a lover of God taken away to die," said Gabriel. A moment later I heard the Messenger of lament, because the pain becomes unbearable.

"O Allah, terrible nian death, the punishment of death inflicted only all this to me, not to my people." Body Messenger cold start, legs and chest is not moving anymore.

Her lips trembled as if to whisper something, Ali immediately put his ear. "Pray for Uushiikum bus, wa maa malakat aimanukum - guard pray and keep weak people in your midst."

Outside the door tears starting to sound shouted, friends hugging each other. Fatimah put her hands on his face, and Ali again put his ear to the Prophet who began bluish lips. "Ummatii, ummatii, ummatiii?" - "My people, my people, my people"

And, ending the precious human life giving light of it. Now, Can we love like? Allahumma sholli 'ala Muhammad wa wa salim baarik alaaa' alaihi How love Allah to us.

NB:

Send them to other Muslim friends that raised awareness for the love of Allah and His Messenger, as Allah and His messenger love us.

Because other than the fact it is just a mere mortal. Amen ... Unread agitated when hated humans because there is still much love in the world but if gelisahlah hated God because nothing else mengasihmu Hereafter.

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Oh Dear Once, Why Dad?


Often times we are not even aware of the words "Aah ..", "Ouch", "shame", "Why Dad?", "Bete I dapet problems continue?", And other phrases that seem "Complaint" out from our lips. Words have meaning light but can not accept wholeheartedly what he was experiencing, whether it's test in the form of major or minor disaster though.

One time a friend said, "Why are prety well lately many disasters happen to me? Coupled friends started to have less interest in me and alas I was not trusted. Perhatianlah Some say less, not fair, here's why. I'm so confused. And I've tried to do what I can. makes me sad. Why all end up like this? "

Someone who initially berniatan noble, when it gets pressure from the surrounding narrative could have been issued as above. On the one hand he willingly accepted what he was experiencing, but on the other hand there are whispers that make it regretted the circumstances.

Laments that emanated mainly due to follow the promptings of the passions, not able to withstand the pain or inner emotions, lack of gratitude for favors so much compared to the new disaster strikes, or the weakness of faith against qadha and Qadr, so do not understand the wisdom behind the disaster .

Why the hell should there calamity? The accident is a means test of achievement of one's faith. Rasulullah SAW said, "The people who got the test is the greatest of the prophets, then the martyrs, then the people level with him." In addition, the disaster is a means to measure the truth of faith. Allah lowers unfortunate that we could actually measure whether we have faith or not? or could be a disaster as a punishment handed down the disobedience and disbelief that we should be wary. Is not the revelation of doom in the world better than in the hereafter? That we should first recognize mistakes and sins. Subhanalloh how his love of Allah on those who receive disaster and managed to cultivate patience on him. Allah says in the letter Ar-Rum: 41, "has seen the damage on land and in the oceans caused by the actions of human hands, so that Allah feel to them some of the (result of) their deeds, that they return to the right path."

The main key of solving this problem is to be patient, ie refraining from grief, anger, especially from the hope of the mercy of others. Rasulullah SAW said, "Patience is when facing the first test of disaster." Because at the moment that tested the faith of Allah, whether he managed to fight to restore all his affairs in Allah and harbored a deep emotion, or even the more soluble in prolonged grief to always feel restless.

Are patient with buried emotions can solve the problem? Of course not. At least with buried emotions, there is a sense of calm in our hearts. When the feeling of peace that comes, will ringanlah for us to think clearly. As we have already passed the test of patience, then we have to check and re-check again what the nature of the calamities that we have experienced.

Let us examine each problem / catastrophe that we are facing, that we are free from the disease laments, with:

· Keeping all causative laments.

· Studying the consequences.

· Understand the meaning of patience and a whole benefits.

· Convinced that the ordeal is the destiny of Allah is best for us, and the future will prove a silver lining.

· Holding emotions as much as possible so as not to cause adverse reactions to physical action.

· If there is resentment, immediately moved from his seat, take ablution water and seek forgiveness read 3 times.

· Pray, "O Allah, save me in this musibahku, and may you replace it with the baby something better than this."

· Always grateful for favors received.

However disaster leads us kejalan better and passing musibahlah Allah granted the prayer that we often pray, "O Allah, guide us to the right path, the path that You ridhoi." That we belong to the lucky ones to come later in life. Hopefully we can change the word Oh, dear Once, Why dad? with more words that have a meaning like "Mashallah Allah", "Astaghfirullah", and other words that could further reassure us. Allaah knows best bishawab.

(Qudwah, reading material: Liver Disease, Uwes Al-Qorni)
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