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Dr.Nadifa:
thank you brother Abdulahi for taking the trouble of translatin....i wasnt understandin the earlier translation.....i will be waiting for the completion of the story.........thanks once again

Toldo:

 thanx brother abdulahi for ur effort to translate manually the arabic story and we are here to wait for the next part , and hassan also did his effort whether translating manually or by google  , thanks to him tooo

Lovely_Huda:
احب اشكر toldo على القصة الاكثر من رائعة و المؤثرة جدا عن جد دمعت

Toldo:
lovely huda thanx so much for ur feelings and thankfulness , it is really a emotional story lakin 3ibrah liman ya3tabir , thank u again sis for visiting our forum and my topic especially.....

Abdullahi!:
.........Continued

On Friday, I woke up at 11:00 am (noon) , and the time was still early for me. I was invited to a feast, so I dressed, perfumed, and prepared to leave. I passed the sitting room and was astonished by Salem. He was crying intensively!
It was the first time that I paid attention to Salem crying since he was a child. Ten years have passed and I have not turned towards him. I tried to ignore him but i couldnt bear it. I heard his voice calling for his mother while I was in in the room. I turned, and approached him. Then I said: "Salem! Why do you cry?!". When he heard my voice he stopped crying, and when he felt my approach he began feeling around with his small hands. I wondered what was wrong with him?! I discovered that he was trying to avoid me!! As if to say: Now you want to pay attention to me, where were you ten years ago?! I followed him. He entered his room, and refused to tell me at the beginning why he was crying. I began sweet talking him, and he began showing me why he was crying. I listened to him and was surprised when i found out the reason!! His brother Omar delayed him, who was accustomed to accompanying him to the mosque, and because it was the Friday Juma'a Prayer he feared that he was not going to find a place in the first row. He called Omar, and his mother too, but no one answered. That is why he cried and as i looked at the tears seeping from his blind eyes, I could not stand the rest of his speech and I put my hand on his mouth, and I said: "That is why you cried Salem!!" He replied: "Yes".
 
I forgot my friends, and I forgot the feast, and said: "Salem do not grieve, do you know who will take you to the mosque today?" He said: "Definitely Omar, but he is always late",  I replied: "No, I will take you. Salem was surprised and he couldnt believe it. He assumed that I was mocking him and began crying, I wiped his tears with my hand, and grabbed his hand. I wanted him to drive him there but he refused, saying: "The mosque is close and I want to go there walking. Indeed by Allah's name he said that to me. I do not recall the last time I entered the mosque, but it was the first time in which I felt fear and remorse for what I have missed over the past years. The mosque was full of worshippers, but still I managed to find a place for Salem in the first line. We listened to the Friday sermon together and he prayed by my side. In fact it was me who prayed by his side. After the prayer he asked me to provide him with a Quran, and I was very surprised!! How will he read when he is blind? I almost ignored his request, but then i decided to fulful it so that i do not injure his feelings. I handed him the Quran, and he asked me to open the Quran at "Surah Al Khahf". I began turning the pages and checking with the index until I found it. I put the Quran in front of him and began reading the Surah with his eyes shut. O Allah!! He has memorized "Surah Al Khahf" entirely !! I was ashamed of myself, and held the Quran. I felt a shivering in my limbs and I began reading. I prayed to Allah for forgiveness and guidance. I could not bear it, and began crying like young children.

Some people were still praying the Sunnah prayer in the mosque. I was ashamed of them, so I attempted to stop my crying. The cry changed to a sigh and I was only aware of a small hand feeling around my face, wiping my tears. It was Salem!! I hugged him and looked at him, then I said to myself, Its not you who is blind, but its me. When i followed my friends and they pulled me towards hellfire. We returned home to find my wife very anxious about Salem. However her anxiety turned to tears (of joy) when she learnt that I prayed the Friday prayer with Salem. From that day onwards I did not miss a single group prayer at the mosque. I abandoned my bad companions and I had good friends whom I got to know through the mosque.I tasted Imaan (faith) with them and I found out from them things which this world has took me away from. I never missed a single gathering nor did I miss the WITR prayer. I finished reading the Quran several times a month, and my tongue was forever mentioning Allah, in the hope that Allah may forgive me for my backbiting and mockery of people. I felt closer to my family, and the scared and pitying looks disappeared from my wife's eyes. The smile never left the face of my son Salem, and whoever saw him would think him the king of the world. I frequently thanked Allah for his blessings.

One day, my friends decided to head to one of the remote areas to preach. I hesitated to go, I prayed to Allah to guide me and I consulted my wife. I expected her to refuse, but instead the opposite happened! She was very excited and encouraged me. In the past she used to see me travel without consulting her for the wrong reasons. I headed towards Salim and told him that i was traveling. He hugged me in farewell. I was absent from the house for three and a half months, and during that period I used to contact my wife and my children whenever i had the oppurtinity. I missed them a lot!! Oh how much did I miss Salem!! I wished to hear his voice. He was the only one that has not spoken to me since I travelled. Either he is in the school or the mosque whenver i call them. Every time I spoke to my wife about how much i missed him she used to laugh in joy, except the last time i called her I didnt hear the expected laughter. Her voice changed when i said to her: "Pass my Salaams to Salem", she paused and then replied: "God willing".
 
Finally I returned home and knocked on the door. I wished that it was Salem who opened the door, but was surprised by my son Khalid who did not exceed four yet. I carried him in my arms while he was shouting: "Papa, Papa", I did not know why my chest contracted when I entered the house. I asked to Allah help me escape from Satan, and went to my wife. Her face had changed as if she was pretending joy. I looked at her carefully then I asked her: "what is wrong with you?",  She said: "Nothing". Suddenly I remembered Salem, and I said, "Where is Salem?".

She lowered her head and did not answer, and warm tears fell on her cheeks. I shouted at her: "Salem, where is Salem?" Only then did I hear the voice of my son, Khalid, saying: "Papa, Thalem went to paradise. He is with Allah". My wife did not bear the situation and began crying intensively. She nearly fell to the ground so i left the room. I learnt afterwards that Salem had fever two weeks before my arrival. So my wife took him to the hospital, and the fever got worse, and didnt leave him till his soul passed away.

E-N-D
Abdullahi!

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