'May I come in?' he asked.
But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.
'I'm sorry, my father is ill,' said Fatimah,
as she turned her body 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 I have
seen him,' Fatimah said gently.
Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with a trembled look,
'Know one thing! It is He who erases the temporary
pleasure; he who separates the companionship in the
world. He is the angel of death,' said Rasulullah (SAW).
Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The angel of death came
towards 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 weak voice.
'The doors of sky have opened, the angels are waiting
for your soul.'
'All jannats doors are open widely waiting for you,' Jibril
said. But, in fact, all this did not make Rasulullah relieved,
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 tell me:
'I make jannat haram for every one, except the people of
Muhammad who are inside it,' Jibril said.
The time came closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail
to do his work.
Slowly, Rasulullah's soul was pulled. It seemed
that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves of
his neck became tight.
'Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!'
Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes,
Ali sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face
'Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o
Jibril?' Rasulullah asked the Deliverer of Wahy.
'Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his
condition of sakaratul maut,' Jibril said.
Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of
unbearable pain. 'O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut. Give me
all these pains, don't give it 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 salati, wa maa malakat aimanukum - take
care of the saalat and take care the weak people among
you.' Outside the room, there were cries, shouts
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 salle 'ala
Muhammad wa baarik wa salim 'alaihi. How deep is
Rasulullah's love to us.