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MOTHER
OF A LETTER TO HIS SON
This letter comes from your mother, who always dogged miserable. After much thought, she tried to write and put pen, though doubt and shame wrapped themselves this.
Every time you write, every scratch of this paper was also obstructed by tears. And every time tears, any of that, this heart hurt.
O my son ...
All times have you passed, I see you have a grown man, an intelligent man and wise. Therefore you deserve to read this article, you will even be squeezed this paper, then you are torn, as previously you had squeezed mother's heart, and thou hast torn feelings anyway.
O my son ...
25 years have passed, and the years it was a year of happiness in my life.
One time the doctor came to convey about my pregnancy, and all mothers really understand the meaning of the sentence. Mixed with a sense of joy and happy within this, as it is the beginning of the physical and emotional changes in the mother.
Since the good news is, I take nine months. Sleep, stand, eat, and breathe in trouble. However, it all does not diminish the love and affection you, and it grows with time.
I was pregnant with my son, O, the weak conditions on the weak. At the same time, I was so excited when your feet feel and look terjalan, or trackback your body in my stomach.
I feel satisfied, I weigh myself every, because when my stomach is increasingly heavy, so you mean by fit and healthy in the womb.
My son ...
Prolonged suffering striking me, came to arrive at night, that I could not sleep a wink, I felt an unbearable pain, and feel the fear that can not be described.
The pain continued, so it makes me no longer cry. As much as it did, I saw death in front of me, until it's time you came out into the world, and you were born. Tears of happiness mingled with tears crying.
When you were born, tears dripping my happiness. With that, all the weariness and sadness vanished, lost all pain and suffering, even unto my love grow, with increased strength pain.
I grab you, before I grab a drink. I'm kissing you, before sipping a drop of water in the esophagus.
O my son ...
Has passed a year of age. I'm taking you with my heart, bathed with both hands my love. Essence of my life, I give unto you. I did not sleep, for sleep, for the sake of your happiness berletih. My hope for each day, so I always see your smile. Happiness every moment, every request is that I do something for you. That is my happiness.
Then berlalulah time, day by day, month turned into months, years turned into years, during which, I was a loyal servant who never fails ... be dayangmu that never stops ... be pekerjamu who never tired ... and pray always for you kindness and taufiq .
I've always noticed you, day after day, until you become an adult. Your body is straight, your muscles are stocky, thin mustache and sideburns have graced the face, has added ketampananmu, oh my ...
When it is, I begin to look to the left and to the right, looking for a partner for life, my marriage day is getting closer, getting closer the departure day.
When it is, my heart-felt cut slices, tears flowing, who knows what the heart feels. Happy to have mingled with grief. Has mixed well with tears of laughter.
Happy because you get a couple ... because you have to get a mate ... because you have lived ... The companion get sad because you are my consolation, to be separated from me soon.
Time passed, as if I dragged the heavy, presumably after the marriage, I no longer know you.
Smile which has been the solace and grief, now has vanished like the sun is covered by the darkness of night. Your laugh is during this kujadikan yearns reed, now has sunk, like a stone dropped into a still pond, the leaves are falling, I really do not know you anymore, because you have forgotten me and forget my right.
Long felt that my days pass, only to see your shapes. I count the seconds in order to hear your voice. However penantianku seemed very long. I always stand at the door just waiting for your arrival. Every time the creaking door, I think that thou art the man who came. Every time the phone rang, I felt that you were going to call me. Any sound passing vehicles, I feel that thou art come.
But all of that does not exist, penantianku vain, and my hopes dashed. That there is only despair ... The only remaining sadness of all the fatigue that I feel for this, he wept for himself and the fate doomed by him.
My son ...
Your mother is not asking for much, he does not charge you to do with it.
The mother pleaded to you:
Make your mom as a friend in your life.
Make this your poor mother as a maid in your house, so that I could also stare you in the face, so that the mother recalled the happy days with your childhood.
Mother and son beg you, do not attach meshes feud with your mother.
Do you dispose of your face, when your mother was about to look at your face.
The mother to claim you:
Make your mother's house, one of the persinggahanmu, so you can not ever stop to it, even if only for a second.
Do not make it as a trash can that you never visit. Or if only you had come while you cover your nose and that you passed away.
My son ...
Have stooped back anyway ... trembling hands ... because my body had been eaten by age, and has been plagued by illness ... The establishment should have being carried ... was supposed to sit was carried ...
However, that does not ever go away-oh-my son is my love for you ... still like the old days ... still like an ocean that never dry ... still like the wind that never stops ...
Had you one day be glorified by someone, surely you will reply kindness with kindness, while the mother, where the back of your mind, where your good reply?! milk is not supposed to be repaid with the same water?! not rewarded with milk instead of water tubes?! And did not Allah ta'ala, has said:
هل جزاء الإحسان إلا الإحسان
Is not reply goodness, but goodness similar?!
Until that so hard your heart, and have so far is you after the passage of days and berselangnya time.
O my son ...
Every time I hear that you are happy with your life, it also increases every happiness. How could I not?! Because you are the fruit of my hands ... You are ... You are the result of keletihanku profits of all my efforts ...
What sin have I committed, so you made me the enemy bebuyutanmu?!
Have one day I was mistaken in the mix with you?!
Or did I do something negligent in serving you?!
Can not you make me a maid who insulted the many helpers from their all-maid whom you gave wages?!
Can not you give me a little protection under the auspices of greatness?!
Can you now bestow a little compassion for treating pain this poor old man?!
إن الله يحب المحسنين
Truly Allah loves those who do good.
O my son ...
I just wanted to see your face, and I do not want anything else.
O my son ...
My heart was cut, my tears flowed, while you fit and healthy. People often say that you are a sociable man, generous and virtuous.
O my son ...
If your heart is not touched, the frail old woman, perished eaten by homesick covered sadness, and grief dress?!
Why? Do you know it?! Because you have managed to drain the tears from her eyes ... Because you have responded with a wound in his heart ... Because you have clever durhakamu stabbed himself with a dagger pierced his heart right ... Because you have managed to also cut ties silaturrahim.
O my son ...
Your mother is actually the door of heaven, then titilah the bridge towards him ... drive through the course with a sweet smile, forgiveness, and good reciprocation ... I hope I see you there, with love of Allah Ta'ala, as in the hadith:
الوالد أوسط أبواب الجنة فإن شئت فأضع ذلك الباب أو احفظه
Parents are the most high heaven door. Had you want, it's worth siakanlah door, or keep! (Narrated by Ahmad and at-Tirmidhi, dishohihkan by Albani)
My son ...
I've known since the first ... since you've grown up ... I know you are very greedy with reward ... you are always stories about keuatamaan congregation ... you always talked to me about the virtues of the first shof prayers ... you always say about the virtues of donation, and the charity ...
But the hadith which you have forgotten ... one great virtue that you have neglect ... namely that the Prophet-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-has said, as narrated by Abdulloh bin Mas'ud, he says:
سألت رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم, قلت: يا رسول الله أي العمل أفضل? قال: الصلاة على ميقاتها. قلت: ثم أي? قال: ثم بر الوالدين. قلت: ثم أي? قال: الجهاد في سبيل الله. فسكت عن رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم ولو استزدته لزادني. (متفق عليه)
I asked Rosululloh-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-: O Rosululloh, what is most noble charity? He replied: prayer in time. I ask again: O Rosululloh Then what? He replied: Then the filial to parents. I ask again: O Rosululloh Then what? He replied: Then Jihad in the way of Allah. Then I was silent (not asked) to Rosululloh-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-again, and if I had asked, he would undoubtedly answer.
That hadith ibn Mas'ud Abdulloh ...
O my son ...
Here am I, your mother ... reward ... without you have to free a slave or a lot berinfak and charity ... I here's your reward ...
Have you ever heard of, a husband who left her family and her children, leaving much to the country side, to the country either nowhere to find a gold mine, in order to support his family?! He salami one by one, he kissed his wife, he loved his son, he said: Your father, O my children, would go out to his own father did not know, my father would find gold ... we are decrepit house, the guys who take care of Mother ... the elderly, take care ...
Leave the husband, the husband who wished to go away, to get the gold, in order to raise their children, to build castles replace reotnya home.
But what happens, after thirty years in the colony, he was carrying only empty-handed and failure. He failed in his attempt. He returned back to his village. And came to the village during the time he lived.
What else is going on in that place, upon arrival at the location of his home, his eyes widened. He saw, no longer decrepit shack occupied by the children and their families. But he saw, a large corporation, a large gold mine. So far he is looking for gold in the country, it seems people are looking for gold near where he lived.
That perumpaanmu with goodness, oh my ...
Berletih reward you for doing a good deed ... you have a lot ... but you have forgotten that there are close to you mighty reward beside you ... no one can hinder or accelerate your deeds go to heaven ...
Your mother is the one who can stop you to go to heaven, or accelerate your deeds go to heaven ... Is not ridloku is keridloan Allah?! And Is not my wrath is the wrath of Allah?!
My son ...
I fear, thou art is meant by the Prophet Muhammad-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-in the hadith:
رغم أنفه ثم رغم أنفه ثم رغم أنفه قيل من يا رسول الله قال من أدرك والديه عند الكبر أحدهما أو كليهما ثم لم يدخل الجنة (رواه مسلم)
Woe to somebody, somebody woe, and woe to anyone! Some people are asking: Who is that, O Rosululloh? He replied: He's the one who found his parents when parents, one of them or both of them, but do not make him enter Paradise. (Narrated by Muslim 2551)
Woe to the child, if he gets his parents, living with him, befriend him, see his face, but he did not enter into heaven.
My son ...
I'm not going to raise this complaint to the sky, I'm not going to stir this grief to Allah, because if ever a complaint has been soaring through the clouds, through the doors of the sky, it will fall on destruction and misery, which has no cure and no physician can cure ...
I would not do ... not ... oh my how I would do it, while you are at the heart of my heart ... how this powerful mother lifted her hands to the sky, while you are my solace mother's heart to see you ... how miserably exposed efficacious prayer, but you are to me is happiness my life ...
Wake up ... get up ... get up nak nak ... arose ... gray-gray hair had started creeping in your head. Time will pass, so that you will be old too.
الجزاء من جنس العمل
As you will do, as it did everyone would do unto you.
الجزاء من جنس العمل
Reward it according to the charity that you have invested. You will reap according to what you are planting.
I do not want you to write this letter ... I do not want you to write the same letter, with your tears to your children, as I have written to you.
O son ...
keep your duty to Allah ... Fear ye to Allah ... berbaktilah to your mother ... hold her legs, her feet were in heaven indeed ... wash your tears, sadness balurlah ... fasten bone fragility ... and Resolve body that has weathered ...
My son ...
after you read this letter, it is up to you. Are you aware and you will come back, or you'll tear it up.
Shollallohu wa ala ala Alihi muhammadin alihi wa wa wa sallam shohbihi.
From the mother who languish.
(Adapted from a review of Ustadz Armen-rohimahulloh wrote-and will be connected with the child's response to the mother)
This letter comes from your mother, who always dogged miserable. After much thought, she tried to write and put pen, though doubt and shame wrapped themselves this.
Every time you write, every scratch of this paper was also obstructed by tears. And every time tears, any of that, this heart hurt.
O my son ...
All times have you passed, I see you have a grown man, an intelligent man and wise. Therefore you deserve to read this article, you will even be squeezed this paper, then you are torn, as previously you had squeezed mother's heart, and thou hast torn feelings anyway.
O my son ...
25 years have passed, and the years it was a year of happiness in my life.
One time the doctor came to convey about my pregnancy, and all mothers really understand the meaning of the sentence. Mixed with a sense of joy and happy within this, as it is the beginning of the physical and emotional changes in the mother.
Since the good news is, I take nine months. Sleep, stand, eat, and breathe in trouble. However, it all does not diminish the love and affection you, and it grows with time.
I was pregnant with my son, O, the weak conditions on the weak. At the same time, I was so excited when your feet feel and look terjalan, or trackback your body in my stomach.
I feel satisfied, I weigh myself every, because when my stomach is increasingly heavy, so you mean by fit and healthy in the womb.
My son ...
Prolonged suffering striking me, came to arrive at night, that I could not sleep a wink, I felt an unbearable pain, and feel the fear that can not be described.
The pain continued, so it makes me no longer cry. As much as it did, I saw death in front of me, until it's time you came out into the world, and you were born. Tears of happiness mingled with tears crying.
When you were born, tears dripping my happiness. With that, all the weariness and sadness vanished, lost all pain and suffering, even unto my love grow, with increased strength pain.
I grab you, before I grab a drink. I'm kissing you, before sipping a drop of water in the esophagus.
O my son ...
Has passed a year of age. I'm taking you with my heart, bathed with both hands my love. Essence of my life, I give unto you. I did not sleep, for sleep, for the sake of your happiness berletih. My hope for each day, so I always see your smile. Happiness every moment, every request is that I do something for you. That is my happiness.
Then berlalulah time, day by day, month turned into months, years turned into years, during which, I was a loyal servant who never fails ... be dayangmu that never stops ... be pekerjamu who never tired ... and pray always for you kindness and taufiq .
I've always noticed you, day after day, until you become an adult. Your body is straight, your muscles are stocky, thin mustache and sideburns have graced the face, has added ketampananmu, oh my ...
When it is, I begin to look to the left and to the right, looking for a partner for life, my marriage day is getting closer, getting closer the departure day.
When it is, my heart-felt cut slices, tears flowing, who knows what the heart feels. Happy to have mingled with grief. Has mixed well with tears of laughter.
Happy because you get a couple ... because you have to get a mate ... because you have lived ... The companion get sad because you are my consolation, to be separated from me soon.
Time passed, as if I dragged the heavy, presumably after the marriage, I no longer know you.
Smile which has been the solace and grief, now has vanished like the sun is covered by the darkness of night. Your laugh is during this kujadikan yearns reed, now has sunk, like a stone dropped into a still pond, the leaves are falling, I really do not know you anymore, because you have forgotten me and forget my right.
Long felt that my days pass, only to see your shapes. I count the seconds in order to hear your voice. However penantianku seemed very long. I always stand at the door just waiting for your arrival. Every time the creaking door, I think that thou art the man who came. Every time the phone rang, I felt that you were going to call me. Any sound passing vehicles, I feel that thou art come.
But all of that does not exist, penantianku vain, and my hopes dashed. That there is only despair ... The only remaining sadness of all the fatigue that I feel for this, he wept for himself and the fate doomed by him.
My son ...
Your mother is not asking for much, he does not charge you to do with it.
The mother pleaded to you:
Make your mom as a friend in your life.
Make this your poor mother as a maid in your house, so that I could also stare you in the face, so that the mother recalled the happy days with your childhood.
Mother and son beg you, do not attach meshes feud with your mother.
Do you dispose of your face, when your mother was about to look at your face.
The mother to claim you:
Make your mother's house, one of the persinggahanmu, so you can not ever stop to it, even if only for a second.
Do not make it as a trash can that you never visit. Or if only you had come while you cover your nose and that you passed away.
My son ...
Have stooped back anyway ... trembling hands ... because my body had been eaten by age, and has been plagued by illness ... The establishment should have being carried ... was supposed to sit was carried ...
However, that does not ever go away-oh-my son is my love for you ... still like the old days ... still like an ocean that never dry ... still like the wind that never stops ...
Had you one day be glorified by someone, surely you will reply kindness with kindness, while the mother, where the back of your mind, where your good reply?! milk is not supposed to be repaid with the same water?! not rewarded with milk instead of water tubes?! And did not Allah ta'ala, has said:
هل جزاء الإحسان إلا الإحسان
Is not reply goodness, but goodness similar?!
Until that so hard your heart, and have so far is you after the passage of days and berselangnya time.
O my son ...
Every time I hear that you are happy with your life, it also increases every happiness. How could I not?! Because you are the fruit of my hands ... You are ... You are the result of keletihanku profits of all my efforts ...
What sin have I committed, so you made me the enemy bebuyutanmu?!
Have one day I was mistaken in the mix with you?!
Or did I do something negligent in serving you?!
Can not you make me a maid who insulted the many helpers from their all-maid whom you gave wages?!
Can not you give me a little protection under the auspices of greatness?!
Can you now bestow a little compassion for treating pain this poor old man?!
إن الله يحب المحسنين
Truly Allah loves those who do good.
O my son ...
I just wanted to see your face, and I do not want anything else.
O my son ...
My heart was cut, my tears flowed, while you fit and healthy. People often say that you are a sociable man, generous and virtuous.
O my son ...
If your heart is not touched, the frail old woman, perished eaten by homesick covered sadness, and grief dress?!
Why? Do you know it?! Because you have managed to drain the tears from her eyes ... Because you have responded with a wound in his heart ... Because you have clever durhakamu stabbed himself with a dagger pierced his heart right ... Because you have managed to also cut ties silaturrahim.
O my son ...
Your mother is actually the door of heaven, then titilah the bridge towards him ... drive through the course with a sweet smile, forgiveness, and good reciprocation ... I hope I see you there, with love of Allah Ta'ala, as in the hadith:
الوالد أوسط أبواب الجنة فإن شئت فأضع ذلك الباب أو احفظه
Parents are the most high heaven door. Had you want, it's worth siakanlah door, or keep! (Narrated by Ahmad and at-Tirmidhi, dishohihkan by Albani)
My son ...
I've known since the first ... since you've grown up ... I know you are very greedy with reward ... you are always stories about keuatamaan congregation ... you always talked to me about the virtues of the first shof prayers ... you always say about the virtues of donation, and the charity ...
But the hadith which you have forgotten ... one great virtue that you have neglect ... namely that the Prophet-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-has said, as narrated by Abdulloh bin Mas'ud, he says:
سألت رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم, قلت: يا رسول الله أي العمل أفضل? قال: الصلاة على ميقاتها. قلت: ثم أي? قال: ثم بر الوالدين. قلت: ثم أي? قال: الجهاد في سبيل الله. فسكت عن رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم ولو استزدته لزادني. (متفق عليه)
I asked Rosululloh-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-: O Rosululloh, what is most noble charity? He replied: prayer in time. I ask again: O Rosululloh Then what? He replied: Then the filial to parents. I ask again: O Rosululloh Then what? He replied: Then Jihad in the way of Allah. Then I was silent (not asked) to Rosululloh-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-again, and if I had asked, he would undoubtedly answer.
That hadith ibn Mas'ud Abdulloh ...
O my son ...
Here am I, your mother ... reward ... without you have to free a slave or a lot berinfak and charity ... I here's your reward ...
Have you ever heard of, a husband who left her family and her children, leaving much to the country side, to the country either nowhere to find a gold mine, in order to support his family?! He salami one by one, he kissed his wife, he loved his son, he said: Your father, O my children, would go out to his own father did not know, my father would find gold ... we are decrepit house, the guys who take care of Mother ... the elderly, take care ...
Leave the husband, the husband who wished to go away, to get the gold, in order to raise their children, to build castles replace reotnya home.
But what happens, after thirty years in the colony, he was carrying only empty-handed and failure. He failed in his attempt. He returned back to his village. And came to the village during the time he lived.
What else is going on in that place, upon arrival at the location of his home, his eyes widened. He saw, no longer decrepit shack occupied by the children and their families. But he saw, a large corporation, a large gold mine. So far he is looking for gold in the country, it seems people are looking for gold near where he lived.
That perumpaanmu with goodness, oh my ...
Berletih reward you for doing a good deed ... you have a lot ... but you have forgotten that there are close to you mighty reward beside you ... no one can hinder or accelerate your deeds go to heaven ...
Your mother is the one who can stop you to go to heaven, or accelerate your deeds go to heaven ... Is not ridloku is keridloan Allah?! And Is not my wrath is the wrath of Allah?!
My son ...
I fear, thou art is meant by the Prophet Muhammad-shollallohu alaihi wasallam-in the hadith:
رغم أنفه ثم رغم أنفه ثم رغم أنفه قيل من يا رسول الله قال من أدرك والديه عند الكبر أحدهما أو كليهما ثم لم يدخل الجنة (رواه مسلم)
Woe to somebody, somebody woe, and woe to anyone! Some people are asking: Who is that, O Rosululloh? He replied: He's the one who found his parents when parents, one of them or both of them, but do not make him enter Paradise. (Narrated by Muslim 2551)
Woe to the child, if he gets his parents, living with him, befriend him, see his face, but he did not enter into heaven.
My son ...
I'm not going to raise this complaint to the sky, I'm not going to stir this grief to Allah, because if ever a complaint has been soaring through the clouds, through the doors of the sky, it will fall on destruction and misery, which has no cure and no physician can cure ...
I would not do ... not ... oh my how I would do it, while you are at the heart of my heart ... how this powerful mother lifted her hands to the sky, while you are my solace mother's heart to see you ... how miserably exposed efficacious prayer, but you are to me is happiness my life ...
Wake up ... get up ... get up nak nak ... arose ... gray-gray hair had started creeping in your head. Time will pass, so that you will be old too.
الجزاء من جنس العمل
As you will do, as it did everyone would do unto you.
الجزاء من جنس العمل
Reward it according to the charity that you have invested. You will reap according to what you are planting.
I do not want you to write this letter ... I do not want you to write the same letter, with your tears to your children, as I have written to you.
O son ...
keep your duty to Allah ... Fear ye to Allah ... berbaktilah to your mother ... hold her legs, her feet were in heaven indeed ... wash your tears, sadness balurlah ... fasten bone fragility ... and Resolve body that has weathered ...
My son ...
after you read this letter, it is up to you. Are you aware and you will come back, or you'll tear it up.
Shollallohu wa ala ala Alihi muhammadin alihi wa wa wa sallam shohbihi.
From the mother who languish.
(Adapted from a review of Ustadz Armen-rohimahulloh wrote-and will be connected with the child's response to the mother)
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