We do not need to yell in front of Allah, because he even knows the silent prayers of our heart.
This sentence uttered from the mouth of our Islamiat teacher that entirely changed my life.
I though to myself that how angry and aggressive I have been when Allah did not fulfill my desire of having a little brother. But now I came to know that I was wrong.
I used to wakeup at night, keeping my desire of a little brother in front of Allah. Tears rolling down my eyes. It has been a year following this practice but nothing has proved fruitful for me.
I used to be at a fit of anger whenever someone asked me about my siblings and I used to say that I had none. I used to say bad things on everybody’s back yet this little wish of mine left me incomplete and lonely.
Once a dreamt of promising Allah that I will leave my worst habit of backbiting only if I was given a brother. When I woke up I really promised Allah about leaving my bad habit and implementing good things in my life. Soon things got better. I was gifted with a little angel brother.
His blue eyes as if showed the beauty of the nature, his blushing pink cheeks were so soft, his twinkling smile revealed his ever-lasting innocence.
Days passed by, my brother was of eleven months.
Suddenly, at one night, he began to breathe violently, looking as if he demanded for resuscitation. Instate of horror, I rushed to the study lobby where my parents were seated taking about both of their children pleasant and bright future. But suddenly my mother started to sob.
I heard her saying that such an innocent little baby cant die so soon just because of a hole in his heart.
I immediately felt as if the surface below my feet just vanished and the earth’s canopy just blasted. I interrupted their discussion and told them about the state of my brother.
My brother was taken to the hospital as soon as possible but it was too late because he died while he was taken to the emergency.
The three of us felt a shock and a sudden pain down our spines. Later that day, I was in an uncontrollable state. Tears rolled down my eyes in a flow as if I had stored them for some bad day. I performed ablution and stood in front of Allah. Questioning about such an incident that I never thought of. I had a hunch to break my promise. But no! I had to keep stick on to it.
It was my little brother who came on earth from heaven to only bring me on the righteous path and went back to paradise as if like an angel.
Your sibling really died! I am so sorry. Tears have come in my eyes after reading your heart-touching story, but when I read your comment! I feel sooooooooooooooo bad. I felt (may the following words not come true) as if MY brother had died. I'm sorry to say, I like my brother (who's 5 years old) better than my younger sister (8 years old). I am ten years old, so I am the oldest sibling in my family.
Really, Its an heart touching story. Fantastic! Is this story true? Actually I was very very busy in papers and school. Are you in A-level Throw Ball team? If yes than let me know. And Maria what is your cousin's full name?