This is an article someone mailed me please read it
This is something that is very personal and important
to me. I hope that you will learn and benefit from it.
Let me begin by saying “Bismillah”, in the name of Allah. When I
first
started University (I am male in my early twenties) I had met
another Muslim brother.We had become good friends, but this friendship was
not like any other ordinary friendship, I would have
done anything for him, he was like my real brother.
During our last year of University, this brother of
mine announced that he was engaged and that he was to
be married after he graduates this year and finds
himself a job. I was glad for him and so was he. He
talked non stop about getting married, I was sort of
getting jealous of him, because the brother had it
made for him, finishing school, getting married and
especially coming from a wealthy family.On day this brother was to meet me at the coffee shop.
He showed up, but astonishingly he wasn’t smiling and
wasn’t talking about his fianc?e. I asked him what was
wrong, he asked if we could talk somewhere privately
and we did. Finally I knew why he was upset. He had
told me that he found out that he had a brain tumor
which was malignant, which meant it had become
cancerous. When he told me the news, his voice was
quivering and tears were streaming down his cheeks.I had never seen him like this before. I tried keeping
in my tears and I tried not to show that I was hurt
also. I was burning up inside and things were racing
through my mind. I kept thinking, how could this have
happened? A man who had everything made and had
everything perfect. I kept it inside because I did not
want him to see me upset.I saw this brother slowly go down. He had to drop out
of school at his last year because he began to lose
his memory and he started to repeat himself over
again. He did not have a chance at school without his
memory. This brother was intelligent, but after, he
became lost.He was told that his fiance?s family and her parents
did not want their daughter to marry him, because he
had no job and basically no future. This was hard for
him, I remember he would cry to me about her and how
he cared for her and how hopeless he felt.Later, the brother had problems writing and his right
eyesight was fading. The tumor was on the left side of
his brain so it affected everything on his right.
Because of his memory loss, the brother soon forgot
suras and he even forgot how to pray. A year later,
his right arm was paralyzed and his eyesight was taken
away from him. It was the hardest thing for me to see.
The brother I loved so much as going through so much.
I began coming over everyday helping him recite suras.When I was recited sura Fatiha to him and he was
slowly repeating after me, I looked at him and I
thought, this was the same brother who was so
intelligent and was to finish school. This was the
same brother who came from such a wealthy family. This
was the same brother who talked for days about getting
married and raising a family. This was the same
brother who had everything. But now he can barely
remember what I said to him ten minutes ago, he can’t
get married, and now he is struggling to read Qur’an,
he was not much of a practicing Muslim so it was
harder for him to recite the Qur’an. This man was now
turning towards Allah, he dropped EVERYTHING and
turned towards Allah. Allah gave him everything, and
he could take everything away just as easily.A month ago, I had received a call saying that the
brother passed away and that his janaza is today. I
washed his body with a couple of other brothers and I
saw his lifeless body. He was buried and after that I
returned home. The next day, I sat down wondering to
myself about the power of Allah. My brother’s death
made me realize that we forget what our purpose of
being here is for: To serve Allah. You could have
everything, but do you have anything that is
important? I spent six years knowing this brother, and
caring for him. I never once shed a tear when he was
alive and not even when he passed away. But the day
after his death, I did cry because I thought about the
power of Allah. I thought about my brother. We always
say that we will return to Allah, but we never really
believe it. If we did, then we would struggle to read
the Qur’an and pray to Allah like my brother did.My brother had his eyesight taken away from him, his
arm was paralyzed and his memory was lost, but he
still got up every morning and he insisted and I
repeat, insisted on reciting the Qur’an. But we are
able, but we still do not struggle to read the Qur’an.
We do not really believe that we will return to Allah,
or else we would struggle for Allah.My brother had love for materialistic objects, but
when death approached him, those things were no use to
him because he knew those things were not going to
lead him to Jannah (Paradise) without his Iman. Allah can give
and take things easily whenever and wherever. I love
my brother and I pray that Allah will accept him, and
I humbly request that prayer be made for him. I do
pray that you have a true belief of Allah and our
return to Him because if you do have this fear, you
will struggle for your Islam to the best of your
ability before you can say it is too late. May we all
be rightly guided. Ameenyour brother in Islam