I'm Calling You .....

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.