‘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, turning back and closing the door behind her.
She went back to her father who had opened his eyes.
‘Who was he, my daughter?’ He asked his beloved daughter
‘I don’t know, father. It’s the first time I’m seeing him,’ Fatimah said gently.
Then, Rasulullah (SAW) looked at his daughter with a trembled look, as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of his daughter’s face.
‘Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in these 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 (SAW) 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 to me about my rights in front of ALLAH?’ Rasulullah (SAW) asked with a weak voice.’
The doors of the sky have opened; the angels are waiting for your soul.’ ‘All jannats are open widely waiting for you,’ Jibril said.
But, in fact, all that did not make Rasulullah (SAW) 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 the future?’
‘Don’t worry, o Rasul ALLAH. I heard ALLAH told me: ‘I make jannat haram for everyone, except until the people of Muhammad have entered’ Jibril said.
It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to do his work.
Slowly, Rasulullah’s (SAW) soul was pulled. It seemed that the body of Rasulullah (SAW) was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.
‘Jibril, how pain is this sakaratul maut!!’
Rasulullah (SAW) uttered a groan slowly.
Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside her and Jibril turned his face back as Rasulullah groaned…
‘Am I repugnant to you that you turn your back to face me, yaa Jibril?’ Rasulullah (SAW) asked the Deliverer of Wahyu.
‘Who is the one who could bear to see you, ya Habiburrahman, in his sakaratul maut,’ Jibril said.
Not for a while, Rasulullah (SAW) uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
‘O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut.. Give me all the pains of the sakratul maut of my people, Ya Allah, give them all to me, and not to them..!’
The body of Rasulullah (SAW) became cold, his feet and chest stopped moving. His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something. Ali brough his ear closer to Rasulullah (SAW).
‘Uushiikum bis’ salati, wa maa malakat aimanuku.. Take care of your solah and take care of the weak among you.’
Outside the room, there were cries and wailings amongst each other, the sahabaa held each other, in tears…
Fatimah covered her face with her hands and, again, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah’s (SAW) mouth which had 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?
SOLLU ‘ALAN NABIYY!!
How deep is Rasulullah’s (SAW) love for us?