FOR MY MUSLIM BROTHER
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”. When I first started University 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.One 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 fiancee. 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 have this 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 loose 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 had told his fiancee and her 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 was going through so much.
I began coming over everyday helping him recite suras.When I was reciting 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 a 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 gotten 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 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 though 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 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 without his
Iman. Allah can give and takes 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
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. (AMEEN!)Author Unknown
Re: Something I got in my email…
Ameen…ALllah hum sub ko maut say pehlay maut ki tyarri ki taufeeq ata farmae…ameen
I'm hoping you said hi..like you did when you and he were friends.
Would do him a world of good I'm thinking.
And tell him you know a girl..hot for him..
All of the girls are.
Remind him.
He is with the living and not the dead.
i am sure such words wud be very pleasing to a man who can see nothing but his death running towards him… 
May he rest in Peace.
Amien.
Nilu.