Suddenly, there was a person, he said salaam.

 'May I come in?' he asked.

 But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.

 'I'm sorry, my father is ill,' said Fatimah,

 turned her body back and closed the door.

 She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and

 asked Fatimah, 'Who was he, my daughter?'

 'I don't know, my father. It was the first time for

 me to see him,' Fatimah said gently.

 Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look,

 as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of her

 daughter's face.

 'Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary

 pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the

 world.

 He is the death angel,' said Rasulullah .

 Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came

 toward him, But Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come

 along with him.

 Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to

 welcome the soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.

 'O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of

 ALLAH?' Rasulullah asked with a weakest voice.

 'The doors of sky have opened, the angels are waiting

 for your soul.'

 'All jannats open widely waiting for you,' Jibril

 said.

 But, in fact, all this did not make Rasulullah relieved,

 his eyes were still full of worry..

 'You are not happy to hear this news?' asked

 Jibril.

 'Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?'

 'Don't worry, O Rasul ALLAH. I heard ALLAH tell me:

 'I make jannat haram for every one, except the people of

 Muhammad who are inside it,' Jibril said.

 It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail

 to do his work.

 Slowly, Rasulullah's soul was pulled. It was seemed

 that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves of

 his neck became tight.

 'Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!'

 Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes,

 Ali sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face

 back.

 'Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o

 Jibril?'

 Rasulullah asked the Deliverer of Wahy.

 'Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his

 condition of sakaratul maut,' Jibril said.

 Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of

 unbearable pain.

 'O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut. Give me all

 these pains, don't give it to my people.'

 The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did

 not move anymore....

 His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali

 took his ear close to Rasulullah.

 'Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take

 care of the saalat and take care the weak people among

 you.'

 Outside the room, there were cries shouted each other,

 sahabah held each other. Fatimah closed her face with her

 hands and, again, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah's

 mouth which became bluish.

 'Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?' - 'My people, my

 people, my people.'

 And the life of the noble man ended.

 Could we love each other like him? Allahumma salle 'ala

 Muhammad wa baarik wa salim 'alaihi. How deep is

 Rasulullah's love to us.

 Note:

 Send this to all your Muslim friends so that there is an

 awareness towards the love of ALLAH and His Rasul - because

 - truly - except this love, the other loves, are only fana

 (not everlasting) thing.

 Ameen......

 Don't worry if people hate you because there are many

 others who love

 and care you in the earth. But be worried if ALLAH hates

 you because

 there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.

 May Almighty Allah guide all of us to the Right Path and

 give all of

 us the courage to accept the Truth in the light of

 Qur'an and Sunnah

 and to reject all things which are in contradiction to the

 Holy Qur'an

 and Sunnah.

 (Ameen!)