Allāhumma salli ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala āli Muhammad kama sallaita ‘ala āli Ibrāhīm; Innaka Hamīdum Majīd; Allāhumma bārik ‘ala Muhammad, wa ‘ala ‘āli Muhammad, kama bārakta ‘ala āli Ibrāhīm; Innaka Hamīdum Majīd.’
(O
Allāh! Send Prayers on Muhammad and on the family of Muhammad, as You
sent Prayers on the family of Ibrāhīm, Verily You are Most Praiseworthy,
Full of Glory; O Allāh! Send Your Blessings on Muhammad and the family
of Muhammad, as You sent your Blessings on the family of Ibrāhīm, Verily
You are Most Praiseworthy, Full of Glory.)''’
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Suddenly there was a person who said salaam. “May I come in?” he asked. But Fatimah did not allow him to enter the room. “I’m sorry, my father is ill,” said Fatimah, and turned back and closed the door.
She went back to Prophet Muhammad sallalahu alaihi wasalam and he opened his eyes and asked, “Who was he, my daughter?”
“I dont know my father. It’s the first time I’m seeing him,” Fatimah said gently.
“Know one thing…! He is the one who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the world. He is the Angel of Death,” said Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam.
Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry.
The death angel came towards Him, but Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam asked why Jibrail did not come along with him.
Then Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam looked at his daughter with a trembled look, as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of his daugther’s face.
Then, Jibrail was called. Jibrail was ready int he sky to welcome the soul of Rasulullah and the leader of the Earth.
“O Jibrail, explain to me about my rights in front of Allah? (subhana watalah), Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam asked with a very weak voice.
“The doors of the sky have opened; the angels are waiting for your soul. All Jannats are open widely waiting for you” Jibrail said.
But, in fact, all that did not make Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam relieved.
His eyes were still full of worry.
“You are not happy to hear this news?” asked Jibrail.
“Tell me about the destiny of My People in the future?” said Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam
“Don’t worry, O’ Rasulullah. I heard Allah (subhana watala) told me: “I make Jannat haram for everyone, except the people of Muhammad,” Jibrail said.
The time for Malaekat Izrail to do his work became closer and closer.
Slowly, Rasulullah’s sallalahu alaihi wasalam soul was pulled. It seems that the body of Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.
“Jibrail, how painful this is!” Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam slowly uttered with a groan.
Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside her bow deeply and Jibrail turned his face back.
“Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back O Jibrail?” Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam asked.
“Who is the one who could see Habibullah in His sakartul maut,” Jibrail said. “Not for a while,” then Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
“O Allah (subhana watala) how great is this sakartul maut. Give me all these pains, but DON’T to MY PEOPLE.”
The body of Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam became cold, his feet and chest did not move anymore.
With tears in eyes, His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something. Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah sallalahu alaihi wasalam, “Uushiikumbis salahti, wa maa malakat aimanuku” “Take care of the salat and take care of the weak people among you.”
Outside the room, there were cries, each one shouting, Sahaba holding each other. Fatimah closed her face with her hands.
Again, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah’s sallalahu alaihi wasalam and with this mouth which became bluish, and tears in his eyes, he uttered: “Ummatii Ummatii, Ummatii” “ My People, My People, My People“
