“O Allah take my soul without me feeling any pain”

Abu Hurairah (ra) narrated: The Messenger of Allah (sal Allah alayhi wasalam) said: “The Shaheed feels nothing from the agony of death except like one of you would feel from a sting of an insect.” 301 [Tirmithi, al Nasa’i, Ibn Majah, al Bayhaqi, Ahmad and al Darimi]

In Majmoo’ al Lata’if it mentions that a man said:

 “O Allah take my soul without me feeling any pain”

One day while he was walking in a farm he felt tired so he lay down to sleep.

Some nonbelievers approached him and cut off his head.

One of his friends saw him in a dream and asked him about himself.

He said: “I slept in a farm and when I opened my eyes, I was in Paradise!”

[Abdullah] Ibn al Mubarak mentions a similar story about two Muslim prisoners of war. They were threatened by the leader of the nonbelievers to give up their religion. When they refused he threw them in a container that had oil boiling for three consecutive days. Due to the extreme heat of the oil, shortly after they were thrown in it their bones stuck out from the surface.

 

Later on their brother saw them in a dream and asked them about their condition. They said: 

“It was only that first dip into the boiling oil and then we went straight to al Firdaws!( the highest level of Paradise)”

Mashari al Ushwaq. p88

“Are you pleased to marry this girl with the condition of giving your soul to Allah?"

“Are you pleased to marry this girl – with the condition – of giving your soul to Allah?”

This is the famous story of Umm Ibrahim and her son.

This story was mentioned by scholars like Abu Jaafar al Luban. He narrates:

‘It is mentioned that one of the righteous women in Basra was Umm Ibrahim al Hashimeeyah. The enemy attacked one of the Muslim towns so people were encouraged to fight. Abdul Wahid bin Zayd al Basri delivered a speech encouraging fighting back, and among the audience was Umm Ibrahim.

Among the things Abdul Wahid talked about was al Hoor (the women of Paradise). Umm Ibrahim stood up and said to Abdul Wahid:

“You know my son Ibrahim and you know that the nobility of al Basra wish to have him marry one of their daughters and I have not agreed to one of them yet. But I like this girl you described and I would be happy to marry her to my son. Can you please describe her again?”

Abdul Wahid then narrated a poem in the description of the Hoor.

Umm Ibrahim said,

“I want my son to marry this girl and I would pay you 10,000 dinars as her dowry and you take him with you in this army. He might die as a Shaheed/martyr and intercede for me on the Day of Judgment.”

Abdul Wahid said: “If you do so, that is great success for you and your son.” She then called her

son from the audience. He stood up and said: “Yes my mother!”

She said, “Are you pleased to marry this girl with the condition of giving your soul to Allah?” He said, “Yes! I am very pleased!”

She said, “O Allah you are my witness that I have married my son to this girl from Paradise with the condition he spends his soul in your sake.” Then she went and brought back with her 10,000

dinars [gold coins] and gave it to Abdul Wahid and said:

“This is her dowry. Take it and use it to provide for the fighters in Allah’s path.”

She then purchased for her son a good horse and she armed him.

When the army started its march, Ibrahim came out with the reciters of Quran surrounding him and reciting: “Indeed, Allah has purchased from the believers their lives and their properties [in exchange] for that they will have Paradise.” [Surah Tawba 9:111]

When Umm Ibrahim was greeting her son she told him: “Be careful and don’t allow any shortcomings from yourself to be seen by Allah” She them embraced him and kissed him and said:

“May Allah never bring us together except on the Day of Judgment!”

Abdul Wahid said, ‘We reached the enemy’s territory and people were called to fight.

Ibrahim was in the front and he killed many of the enemy but then they overwhelmed him and killed him.

On our way back I told my soldiers not to tell Umm Ibrahim that her son was killed until I tell her.

When we entered al Basra she met me and said:

“Did Allah accept my gift so I can celebrate or was it rejected so I should cry?”

I said, “Allah did accept your gift and your son died as a Shaheed.”

She then prostrated to thank Allah and said:

“Thank you Allah for accepting my gift.”

 The following day she came to me in the Masjid and said,

 “Rejoice!” I said, “What good news do you have?”

She said,

 “I saw my son Ibrahim last night in a dream. He was in a beautiful garden dressed in green clothes, sitting on a throne made of pearl and he had a crown on his head. He told me: “Rejoice my mother! I got married to my bride!”

Source: Mashari al Ushwaq. p37

"By Allah, if He were to cause the heavens to rain fire down upon me.. I would not increase except in praising and thanks to Him."

“By Allah, if He were to cause the heavens to rain fire down upon me.. I would not increase except in praising and thanks to Him.”

One of the wise men of the past said:

“I passed by a village in Egypt seeking to engage in Ribat (guarding the Muslim frontier against the disbelievers), when suddenly I passed by a man in sitting in the dark. He was missing his eyes, as well as his hands and legs. He was suffering all types of difficulty, while saying: “Praise be to You, Allah – a praising that combines the praises of all of Your Creation – for what You have blessed me with, and preferred me greatly over many of those whom You have Created.”
So, I said to him: “For what blessing are you praising Allah? For what preference are you thanking Him for? By Allah, I do not see any type of difficulty except that you are experiencing it!” 

So, he said: “Do you not see what has happened to me? By Allah, if He were to cause the heavens to rain fire down upon me, and I were to be burned up because of it, and He were to command the mountains to crush me, and He were to command the oceans to drown me, I would not increase except in praising and thanks to Him, and I request something of you: I have a daughter who used to serve me and break my fast with me. Can you see if you can find her?”

I said to myself: “By Allah, I hope that in fulfilling the request of this pious servant, I will gain nearness to Allah – the Mighty and Majestic.” So, I went out looking for her in the desert to discover that she had been eaten by wild beasts. I said to myself: “To Allah we belong and to Him we return! How will I tell this pious servant that his daughter had died?” So, I went to him and asked him: “Are you better in the Sight of Allah than Prophet Ayyub? Allah put him to trial with his wealth and his children and family.”

He replied: “No, rather, Ayyub is better!”

I said: “Well, the daughter that you had asked me to find, I found that she has been eaten by wild beasts.”

He said: “Praise be to Allah who has taken me out of this World without putting in my heart any love for it.” Then he collapsed, and died.

I said: “To Allah we belong and to Him we return! Who will help me to wash his body and bury it?” Suddenly, a group of horsemen engaging in Ribat passed by, so I motioned for them to stop. They came over, so I informed them of what had happend, so we washed the man’s body, shrouded it and buried it in this village, and the group of men then went on their way.

I spent the night in the village unable to leave this man. When a third of the night had passed, I began dreaming that I was with him in a green garden. He was wearing two beautiful green garments, and he was standing up and reciting the Qur’an. I said to him: “Are you not my companion from yesterday?”

He said: “Yes, I am.”

I said: “How did you reach your current state (of health and happiness)?”

He replied: “I have reached a level that none of the patient reach, except those who are patient during times of calamity and thankful during times of ease.”” 

[‘Sifat as-Safwah’; 2/452]

"..I suffered from Eczema…"

“..I suffered from Eczema…”

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True Story of a brother

Since I was born I suffered from Exema [Eczema] on my hands and arms and now I am 22 years of age and still suffering from such disease. Alhamdulelah it goes for a while but it comes back infected and inflamed.

I always looked around me and saw other people’s hands and arms in perfect condition and I would go back home and cry so much that my tears would fill a bucket. I was bullied so much in Secondary School because of my Exema and I was treated like dirt and abused because of my belief in Islam. One day in class I cried for over an hour my eyes stung because of the class saying abusive things to me and the teacher did NOTHING because he hated my faith which was apparent.

Since I was small I always held the Quran each night and begged Allah for my suffering to end. Even as I write this my eyes are full of tears.

As I grew up my passion to marry grew. I always wanted to have a child to raise for
the mercy of Allah. But because of my suffering from Exema that always stopped me from marrying.

One day in College I saw a really beautiful Sister in Hijab from Lebanon (I think) and I wanted to marry her, but because of my Exema I thought she would not want to even look at me. By Allah, through Halal ways she rejected me which I feel in my heart was because of my hands.

I feel so alone sometimes. I suffer SO much that I cannot go outside unless my sleeves of my shirt cover most of my hands. I cannot make Salat in the Masjid without worrying that someone is going to look at my hands and not want to shake them or that they will give me a bad look. I cannot eat outside or be with my friends without feeling worried that they are going to see my hands.

When I do Wudu with water, my hands sting so much I cry. After Wudu I will make my Salat trying to blot out the pain that I am going through with my hands.

I feel no Muslim Sister will ever marry me
but I try to keep strong about it. My only wife I want is a wife of Paradise. I wish I was with Prophet Ayub (AS) as he suffered alot and I would not feel alone as he would be with me worshiping Allah.

My only dream now is to work hard and to die only for Allah.

Please Brothers and Sisters of Islam make Du’a for me and for all Muslims suffering from illness’s that they keep strong.

I take this as a blessing from Allah as Allah tests those whom he truly loves.

About three year ago I was sinking into severe depression. I was suffering so much and everything was just sinking deeper and deeper. I would stay up every night just worshipping Allah, begging him for mercy and help.
I really thought that Allah abandoned me and hated me.

Then one summer was a summer I would never forget. For six weeks in a row I had dreams that words would never be able to describe in 100% detail.

The dreams are too much to mention. But one of the first
was when I was standing on a red land, and then two Muslim men with large dark beards approached me. They asked me do I want to see Hell? I said to them yes. They smiled and I then followed them.

In front of me was like a Hugh head with a wide open mouth. I can still picture this in my mind but I can never really describe it as it was so detailed. We went through its mouth and in it were all types of chambers of black fire. I saw people lying on their bellies on beds of spikes penetrating though their bodies while they were screaming.

Another chamber I saw people being crushed again and again in fire.

Another I saw their limbs being pulled off.

After a few more chambers we left and one of the Muslim’s said to me, “Is your life worse than what you saw?” I said, “By Allah, no.”

The best dream is of Prophet Muhammad (salla Allaahu ‘alayhi wa salaam). In the dream I was sitting in a dark room crying. Suddenly a gold door appeared in front of
me. The door said to me, “Don’t cry and come inside.”

When I went in, I was in such a beautiful garden. There were all sorts of flowers and different coloured streams of water and honey. I heard laughing and talking further on, so I walked through this garden, and each step I took the garden just got more beautiful and different in colour. I saw a really bright gold table with food I have never seen before on this table. There were sweets and different shapes of fruit on the table. There were also crystal cups with drinks with at least 100 different shades of colour.

Sitting around the table were all extremely handsome looking Muslims. I saw one Muslim holding a staff in his right hand so I was thinking that could be Musa (‘AlyheeSalaam), and then another Muslim I saw with long wavy hair with pearls falling from his head, so I was thinking that was ‘Isa (‘AlyheeSalaam). There were at least 100 Muslims around this table. At the head of the table a Muslim
turned around and faced me. Mashahallah I will never forget his face. His eyes were darker than black pearls and there was a beautiful light shining from his face. As he smiled at me I felt this warmth and this sweet smelling musk go over my body.

He said Salam to me and called me by my full name. I asked him who he was. He said, “I am the final Messenger of Allah and my name is Muhammad Ibn Abdullallah (salla Allaahu ‘alayhi wa salaam). I want you to sit next to me.”

A gold chair appeared next to him so I sat there facing him. He took my hand in his hand. It felt so warm and nice. He said something that even made me cry in my sleep. He said, “Dont cry because of the hardships of this life. Cry for the forgiveness of Allah. Don’t cry and feel sad for Allah will never leave you alone to suffer. He is with the believer who calls his name. He smiles to the believer who repents. He loves the believer who runs to him in struggle. And on The Day that is coming, you will see how much love and comfort He gives to those Muslims who suffered for Him.”

I closed my eyes and then I woke up with tears all down my face

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How to Dream of Prophet Muhammad (salAllah alaihi wasalam)

This is part of a speech by Shaikh Muhammad Hassan

[Watch here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RABMyhT6zo]:

“By Allah the Prophet (sal Allah alaihi wasalam) does not come except those he loves.

Listen up, there are those who go to visit the Prophet (saws), and there are those who the Prophet (saws) comes to visit.

Do you remember the story of the honorable woman, the mother – she is now – we ask Allah to bestow on her vast mercy. The honorable, precious mother who sent her son to me – I’ve said this before, and I love saying it.

The mother sent to me her son during a lesson in Al-Mansurah.

He told me, “Forgive me, Sheikh that I have to say this.”

I told him, sure say it.

He said “My mother (the son’s mother) told him, “Go to Muhammad hassan and tell him, ‘Muhammad Hassan, my mother is waiting for you to come visit her tonight.’”

I told him, “Go ahead lets go.”

We went to a very remote village, to a house built of clay, a poor household.

In it was a woman who has reached 70 years of age.

Masha Allah she does not stop – I’m not going to tell you that for a miniute, or even a second.

By Allah never stops invoking blessings upon the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him.

She NEVER ceases to invoke blessings upon the Prophet, EVER.

She would look at you, greet you, and then rush back to invoking blessings upon the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, and persist in it, and so on.

I felt such pity and lowliness next to this precious, honrable mother.

So i said to her, “Oh, my mother, you called for me, and I came. Now tell me, what’s bothering you? And with Allah’s permission, I am promising you then next week, I will bring one of our medical brothers in the speciality that you need, and he will check up on you right here.”

So she looked up and she smiled a lovely smile.

She’s more than 70 years old, and she told me, “Oh my son, oh my son, I know my illness and my remedy. I know my illness and my remedy.”

So i told her “By Allah, tell me.”

She told me, “Oh my son, our master the Prophet hasn’t come to me in my dreams for three whole nights!”

I told her, “He hasn’t come to you for three whole nights? Does he come to you every night?!”

She said to me, “By Allah, if a single night passes without seeing him, I become ill. I’ve been ill for three nights. I havn’t seen the Prophet, peace and blessings upon him.”

Remember when I told you “Your intention has been truthful, so your dream was truthful. And if your love for the Prophet (sal Allah alaihi wasalam) is true, then you shall see the Messenger of Allah!”

For he is the one who said, “Whoever sees me in dreams, has truly seen me, for the Shaytan cannot take my form.”

(a fatwa from IslamQA):

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), because he said: “Whoever sees me in a dream has really seen me, because Shaytaan cannot appear in my image.” (Reported by al-Bukhaari, 5729).

Rabee’ah ibn Abi ‘Abd al-Rahmaan said: “I heard Anas ibn Maalik (may Allaah be pleased with him) describing the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him). He said: ‘He was of average height, not too tall and not too short, with a pinkish colour, not very white and not dark, and his hair was neither very curly nor very straight. The Revelation came to him when he was forty years old, and he stayed in Makkah for ten years after the Revelation came, then in Madeenah for ten years. When he died, there were no more than twenty white hairs on his head and in his beard.” (al-Bukhaari, 3283).

Al-Baraa’ ibn ‘Aazib said: “The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) was broad shouldered and had thick hair coming down to his shoulders and earlobes. He was wearing red garments. I have never seen anything more beautiful than him.” (Reported by Muslim, Kitaab al-Fadaa’il, Baab Sifat Sha’r al-Nabi (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), no. 2338).

‘Ali said: “He was neither tall nor short, and had large hands and feet. He had a large head and was big-boned, and the thin line of hair (starting from his chest and extending to the navel) was long. When he walked, he would lean forward, as if he was walking downhill. I have never seen anyone like him, before or since.” (Reported by al-Tirmidhi, 3570, who said this is a saheeh hasan hadeeth).

Jaabir ibn Samurah said: “The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) was dalee’ al-fam, ashkal al-’ayn and manhoos al-’aqib.” Shu’bah said: “I asked Maalik, ‘What is dalee’ al-fam?’ He said: ‘Wide-mouthed.’ I asked, ‘What is ashkal al-’ayn?‘ He said, ‘Big-eyed.’ I asked, ‘What is manhoos al-’aqib?‘ He said, ‘His heels were not fleshy.’” (Saheeh Muslim, Kitaab al-Fadaa’il, 2339).

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Talha’s dream…

Talha ibn ‘Ubaydallah (radhiallahu `anhu) reported that two men came to the Prophet (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) who had accepted Islam at the same time. One of them used to partake in Jihad more-so than the other, and so (one day) he fought in a battle and was martyred therein. The other remained behind him for another year, and then he passed away.

Talha said, ‘I saw in my dream that I was at the door of Paradise when behold, I was with both of them (the two men). Someone came out of Paradise and allowed the man who passed away later to enter first. Then he came out again and allowed the martyred one to enter. Then he returned and said to me, ‘Go back, for your time has not come yet.’

Talha woke up and began to inform others about this and they were all surprised. This reached the Messenger of Allah (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) and when they informed him of it, he said:

من أي ذلك تعجبون؟ قالوا: يا رسول اللهّ هذا كان أشد الرجلين اجتهاداً ثم استشهد ودخل هذا الآخر الجنة قبله فقال رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم) : أليس قد مكث هذا بعده سنة؟ قالوا: بلى. قال: أدرك رمضان فصام وصلى كذا وكذا من سجدة في السنة؟ قالوا: بلى. قال رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم): فما بينهما أبعد مما بين السماء والأرض

He (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) said, ‘What are you surprised about?’ They said, ‘O Messenger of Allah! Out of them both, this one strove harder (in Jihad) then he was martyred but this other one was entered into Paradise before him.’ The Messenger of Allah (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) said, ‘Did he not remain behind him for one year?’ They said, ‘Yes (he did).’ He said, ‘Did he not reach Ramadan, fast and pray with such and such number of prostrations in the year?’ They said, ‘Yes.’ The Messenger of Allah (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) said, ‘So the difference between them is greater than what is between the heavens and the earth.’

- Sahih narration from Ibn Majah (2/345, 346) and al-Albani’s ‘al-Silsilah al-Sahihah’

Make the most of Ramadan, we seriously don’t realise its greatness, worth and reward.

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The Martyred Youth and the Rein’s Owner.

The Martyred Youth and the Rein’s Owner |

Excerpted & translated from the book:
“The Roads of Desires to the Fate of the Admirers”

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A man called Abu Qudamah Ash-Shamy, who lived in the Prophet’s Madinah, was known for his love for Jihaad in Allah’s cause and participating in expeditions to the land of the Romans. One day, while conversing with some of his companions in the Prophet’s Holy Mosque in Madinah, they said: “O Abu Qudamah, tell us about the most amazing thing you have witnessed while in Jihaad”.

He replied:

I once arrived at the city of Riqqa (in Iraq) seeking to purchase a camel to carry my weapons. One day, a woman entered to where I was sitting and said: “O Abu Qudamah, I was listening to what you mentioned about Jihaad and your incitement for Muslims to join it. I have been blessed with more hair than many other women; I have cut it and made a horse’s rein out of, and I have covered it with dust so that no one can recognise it. I wish that you take it with you,
so that when you arrive to the land of the disbelievers, and the horsemen engage in battle, the arrows are fired, the swords are drawn, and the spears are pulled out, either use it if you find the need for it, or hand it to whoever needs it, for I wish that my hair will witness the battle and will get the dust in the Way of Allah. I am a widowed woman who had a husband and a number of relatives, who were all killed in Allah’s Path; I would have joined Jihaad had it been required of me.” She then handed over the rein to me.

She then said: “O Abu Qudamah, know that my husband left me a son who is amongst the finest of youths: He has learnt the Qur’an, the art of swordsmanship, as well as archery; he prays at night and fasts during the day, and he is 15 years of age. He is currently away at a property which he has inherited from his father. Hopefully he will get back before your departure, for I wish to send him with you as a gift to Allah the Exalted most High. And I ask you by Allah that you do not deprive me from gaining the rewards I seek.”

Abu Qudamah said: I had departed from Riqqa with my companions, when I heard a horseman calling out from behind: “O Abu Qudamah, wait for me for a while, may Allah have mercy on you.” I stopped and said to my companions: Go forth while I check who it is. The horseman then approached me, hugged me, and said: “Praised be Allah who did not deny me from your company and did not turn me back disappointed”.

I said: “My beloved, let me see your face, for, if it is imperative on someone of your age to fight, I would command you to join us, otherwise I would turn you back”. When he uncovered his face, I saw a young man who is like a full moon (in beauty), and who seems to have been living a wealthy life. I said: “My beloved, do you have a father?” He said: “No, in fact I am coming with you seeking revenge for my father who was martyred, perhaps Allah will grant me martyrdom as he granted my father”. I said: “My beloved, do you have a mother?” “Yes”, he replied. I then said: “Then go and ask her permission, if she permits you to go then come back, otherwise stay back with her”. The young man said:”O Abu Qudamah! Don’t you recognise me?” “No”, I replied. He said: “I am the son of the woman who gave you the trust. How fast did you forget my mother’s request! I am -Insha’ Allah- the martyr son of the martyr! I ask you by Allah not
to stop me from going forth with you in Allah’s way, for I memorise Allah’s Book, and have knowledge of the Prophet’s Sunnah, and I am experienced in horsemanship and shooting, and I have not left behind someone who is a better fighter than myself, so despise me not for my young age. My mother has taken an oath that I should not come back, and said: ‘O son! If you meet the disbelievers, turn not your back to them, and offer your soul to Allah, and seek to be
close to Allah, and the company of your father and your righteous uncles in the Heaven; and if Allah grants you martyrdom, then intercede on my behalf, for I was told that the martyr can plead on behalf of seventy of his relatives, and seventy of his neighbours’. She then hugged me, lifted her head to the heavensand said: ‘My Lord, Master and God, this is my son, the flower of my heart and the dearest to my soul, I present him to you,so draw him nearer to his father’.”

When I heard the youth’s words, I wept in grief over his good character and the beauty of his youth, and out of pity for his mother’s heart, and over my astonishment at her patience on being away from him. We went on with our journey; we rested at nightfall, and took off in the morning. During that time the youth did not cease remembering Allah and glorifying Him. I observed his movements, and found that he was better than us when riding, and our servant once we dismounted. As we got closer and closer to the enemy, he would strengthen our determination, his spirit would fortify, his heart would purify, and the signs of happiness would cover him.

We proceeded until we were close to the land of the Kuffar (non-Muslim). It was near sunset when we alighted. The young man was cooking food for us to break our fast when he fell asleep. He slept for a long time, and I could see him smiling during his sleep. When he woke up, I said to him: “My beloved, I saw you smiling while asleep”. He said: “I saw a vision which I liked and made me laugh”. I said: “What was it you saw?” He said: “I saw myself in an elegant green garden. While wandering in it, I faced a silver castle which had balconies made of pearls and jewels. Its doors were made of gold, and its curtains were lowered. I then saw some maids, whose faces were like the moons (in beauty), lifting the curtains. Upon seeing me, they said: ‘Welcome’. I then heard some of them saying to the others: ‘This is the husband of the ‘Mardhiyyah’ (Blessed)’. They then said to me: ‘Come forth, may Allah have mercy on you’. When I approached, I saw a room on the top of the castle, it was made of red gold, and had a green bed made of jewels, and its legs were made of white silver. There was a girl on the bed whose face was like the sun, and had it not been for Allah’s help I would have lost my sight, and I would have lost my mind, because of the brilliance of the room, and the beauty of the girl. Upon seeing me, the girl greeted me saying: ‘Welcome, O Allah’s servant and His beloved! You are mine and I am yours.’ I wanted to hug her, but she said: ‘Slow down, do not rush, you are not one of those who do wrong. However, we shall meet tomorrow at the time of Zuhur prayers, so rejoice!’.”

Abu Qudamah said: I then told him: “My beloved, you saw but good, and good it shall be Insha’ Allah.”

Amazed at the youth’s dream, we went to sleep. When we woke up, we rushed, mounted our horses, and the caller cried: “O Allah’s horsemen! Mount, and rejoice with Paradise, ‘March forth, whether you are light or heavy’ [Qur'an, 9:41].” It was only an hour before the army of Kufur, may Allah humiliate it, approached as if they were locusts spread abroad. The first of us to attack them was the youth, who scattered them, dispersed their lines, and plunged into their
ranks; he killed many of their men, and knocked down their heroes. When I saw him doing this, I caught up with him, grabbed his horse’s rein, and said: My beloved, retreat! You are a young boy who is inexperienced in warfare. He replied: “O uncle! Did you not hear Allah’s saying: ‘O you who believe! When you meet those who disbelieve, in battle a field,never turn your backs to them’, do you wish for me to enter the Fire of Hell?”

While talking, the Mushriks launched a great offensive, which caused us to separate, and each of us had to look after himself. When the two parties separated, the killed were countless. I rode around examining the killed, whose blood was flowing on the ground, and who could not be recognised due to the dust and blood which covered their faces.

While riding, I saw the youth between the horses’ hooves, covered with dust and blood; he was saying: “O Muslims! For Allah’s Sake, get my uncle Abu Qudamah to come to me!” Upon hearing his crying, I ran towards him. I could not recognise his face because of the blood, and the marks from the horses’ footsteps. I said: “Here I am, this is Abu Qudamah”. He said: “O uncle, by the Lord of the Ka’bah, my dream has come true. I am the son of the rein’s owner!” Upon hearing this, I threw myself on him, kissed him between the eyes, wiped the dust and blood off his face, and said: O my beloved! Do not forget your uncle Abu Qudamah, make him amongst those you intercede on their behalf on the Day of Judgement! He replied: “The likes of you cannot be forgotten! You wipe my face with your gown? My gown is worthier. O uncle, leave it, for I wish to meet Allah in this state. O uncle! The Hoor (girl of Paradise) that I described to you,
she’s at my head, waiting for my soul to depart from my body, and she is saying to me: ‘Hurry, I am longing for you.’ O uncle, for the Sake of Allah, if He was to bring you back safely, take my blood-stained clothes to my poor, grieved and sad mother, present them to her, and tell her: ‘Allah has accepted your gift’.” He then smiled and said: “I bear witness that there is no god but
Allah, no partner has He; He has kept His promise, and I bear witness that Muhammad is Allah’s servant and Messenger; this is what Allah and His Messenger has promised us, and Allah and His Messenger were true to their promise.” His soul then left his body.

We then enshrouded him with his clothes, and buried him, may Allah be pleased with him and us.

When we returned from our expedition and entered the Riqqa, I headed towards the house of the young man’s mother. She came out, and seemed very worried. I greeted her, she answered my Salam and said: “Did you come as a condoler or as a rejoicer?”

“Explain to me what is a condolence and what is a rejoice to you, may Allah have mercy on you”, I replied. She said: “If my son has come back safe, then you are indeed a condoler. Whereas if he has been killed in Allah’s Path, then you are a rejoicer!”

I said: Rejoice, for Allah has accepted your gift!

Upon hearing this she wept and said: “Did He accept it?” I said: Yes. Thereupon she said: “Praise be to Allah who spared him for me on the Day of Judgement.”.

May Allah (SWT) give us the hikmah to take correct lesson from this and give us the Imaan and Taqwa to act upon it.

“Indeed our words remain dead until we die in their cause, then they become
alive to remain amongst the living.”

- Sayyid Qutb