A mother’s last gift to her son.
Iqbal was sitting by the window, reading the morning newspaper.It had been 3 months since his mother had passed away. Time was slowly easing the pain.
As his eyes wandered on the page, looking for some news that would catch his interest, Iqbal felt the now familiar stirrings of pain; somewhere deep inside him as he came across a section in the paper which published some hadiths or ayats .
His mother (may Allah have mercy on her soul) due to declining health, couldn’t read as much as she used to do before. She sorely missed reading the paper. To make his mother happy, Iqbal started reading her the paper every day in the evening. Her favorite section was the “Islamic section.”
He put down the paper and decided to go for a walk. He tried very hard not to think of his mother, but memories of old kept coming back to him.
A part of him, was still that small boy who felt secure when he heard his mother’s voice.
He really wanted it back. It was so silly. He knew she wouldn’t come back now. If he could be even half as good as she wanted him to be, maybe they would meet in jannah .
At that moment, a deep need for his mother overwhelmed him and he sat down and raised his hands in dua and prayed to Allah swt to help him and some how ease this pain.
And he headed back home.
As he was preparing for bed, in the night, he was surprised to see a diary on his night stand. As he picked it up, he was assailed with the scent his mother used. It smelled of her..!!
He eagerly opened it and saw it was a diary written in her hand. It contained all the duas that she could gather over the years. She had indexed every dua according to occasion and need.
It felt so nice to hold it and read it. He felt like he was near his mother again.
He wept with thankfulness as he prostrated in front of Allah that night. This was his first isha prayer in ages. And at that moment he promised his Allah and himself , that he would spend the rest of his life trying to be that “muslim” that his mother always wanted him to be.
The next day, he got a call from his father. He told Iqbal, that right before her death, his mother had told his father to give the “dua book” to him, after she was gone. He wanted to keep the book for himself, but wanted to honor the promise he had made.
That “dua book “ my dear sisters and brothers changed Iqbal’s life.
He became regular with his prayers, started reading Quran, and started understanding it and applying it to his life. It changed him, his family, his society, his community.
We should think what we will leave our children when we are gone. Would we leave only material wealth or something that will make their world and the hereafter beautiful and pleasing to Allah.
A simple dua book made all the difference in so many lives.
May Allah grant maghfirat for Iqbal’s mother and all the mothers and fathers of the muslims , who have gone from this world forever ..ameen.
Iqbal was sitting by the window, reading the morning newspaper.It had been 3 months since his mother had passed away. Time was slowly easing the pain.
As his eyes wandered on the page, looking for some news that would catch his interest, Iqbal felt the now familiar stirrings of pain; somewhere deep inside him as he came across a section in the paper which published some hadiths or ayats .
His mother (may Allah have mercy on her soul) due to declining health, couldn’t read as much as she used to do before. She sorely missed reading the paper. To make his mother happy, Iqbal started reading her the paper every day in the evening. Her favorite section was the “Islamic section.”
He put down the paper and decided to go for a walk. He tried very hard not to think of his mother, but memories of old kept coming back to him.
A part of him, was still that small boy who felt secure when he heard his mother’s voice.
He really wanted it back. It was so silly. He knew she wouldn’t come back now. If he could be even half as good as she wanted him to be, maybe they would meet in jannah .
At that moment, a deep need for his mother overwhelmed him and he sat down and raised his hands in dua and prayed to Allah swt to help him and some how ease this pain.
And he headed back home.
As he was preparing for bed, in the night, he was surprised to see a diary on his night stand. As he picked it up, he was assailed with the scent his mother used. It smelled of her..!!
He eagerly opened it and saw it was a diary written in her hand. It contained all the duas that she could gather over the years. She had indexed every dua according to occasion and need.
It felt so nice to hold it and read it. He felt like he was near his mother again.
He wept with thankfulness as he prostrated in front of Allah that night. This was his first isha prayer in ages. And at that moment he promised his Allah and himself , that he would spend the rest of his life trying to be that “muslim” that his mother always wanted him to be.
The next day, he got a call from his father. He told Iqbal, that right before her death, his mother had told his father to give the “dua book” to him, after she was gone. He wanted to keep the book for himself, but wanted to honor the promise he had made.
That “dua book “ my dear sisters and brothers changed Iqbal’s life.
He became regular with his prayers, started reading Quran, and started understanding it and applying it to his life. It changed him, his family, his society, his community.
We should think what we will leave our children when we are gone. Would we leave only material wealth or something that will make their world and the hereafter beautiful and pleasing to Allah.
A simple dua book made all the difference in so many lives.
May Allah grant maghfirat for Iqbal’s mother and all the mothers and fathers of the muslims , who have gone from this world forever ..ameen.
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