Where Are You From The Beloved Of The Heart?? by The Protected By Allah - HTML preview

I

realized how

difficult

the

circumstances she was in while I was in the prime of luxury.

However, she never approached me with a word of reproach or blame, so I realized that my father had married me to one of the most beautiful women in the world.. Her beauty was in her heart that shines for us!

Thus, we lived together with marital and family happiness.. It did not occur to me that anything from my past with your mother might return -

some day- after I learned that she had returned to Russia, until one of my friends - who was a colleague of mine at the University of Russia -

surprised me that he saw her with a young man who looked like me..

So I sent to investigate the matter, and soon I knew that she had a son attributed to me. The news shocked me, and while I was managing the procedures for my travel to Russia, the news came to me that your mother had died of cancer and had become underground!

So I hastened to you, my heart was writhing in pain, as I did not know of your existence before, and I let you arise in this upbringing that was far from religion or morals... and that you did not understand what the word prayer means until months ago"

- Take it easy, father.. It is not to this degree..

The important thing is that I understood it..

before yesterday!..

But my father did not pay attention to what I

said, but added firmly:

- I will not allow Mo'men to repeat such a mistake with his children from this black woman.. I cannot imagine my grandchildren putting bones on their heads and waists, or performing

these

strange

rituals

and

movements, or drinking cow's blood.. Oh, does that tribe drink blood?

- Yes.. and it tastes very disgusting..!

- Idiot! .. How did you taste it?!!

- Although Mo'men categorically rejected this and insisted that it is forbidden, I wanted to go through this experience and said to myself that I would get used to it like I used to drink bitter coffee, but the result was never satisfactory!

My father shouted angrily, and said:

- My grandchildren will not be smarter than their naive uncle.. I will never allow them to come to life from this way.. I don't know how Mo'men came out with this decision?!.. how can a woman who has never heard the term of majesty in her life be better than his fiancee whom her forehead is injured because of prostrating too much?!

My father immediately went towards the door, anger dripping from his face, he turned and saw me sitting coldly, so he shouted at me:

- What are you doing?! .. Stand up, come on!

- Stand up?!.. and what is my relationship to this issue?!

- What is your relationship?!!.. Who else will guide me on the way?!

- What?! .. You want me to return to the wilderness of Africa?! .. Impossible!!

My father left the doorknob and looked at me after he let out a sigh of anger:

- You bathed, ate, rested and slept.. Now you are my right!.. Get up and come on!

I could not escape from his piercing eyes, so I began to reason and justify

:- Do you not appreciate the critical degree that I have reached?! .. Did you not see how swollen my feet and discolored my organs?! .. Let me rest for at least a week..

- A week?!.. we will go today and you will rest after this trip as you want..

- But I'm wounded and all my bones hurt, I hardly got here!

- We'll go in the car, you'll sit comfortably, and you won't walk or make any effort.

- But it's still morning, Dad..and I didn't even break my fast..

- Take some food with you and eat on the way.

- What about the Dawn-Prayer? We haven't prayed yet, it's almost over miss!

Here, my father held his breath in exasperation, and said while gritting his teeth:

- Do you have any other arguments yet?!

He went to the bathroom to do ablution, and so I did then we prayed, but nothing helped me after.. So I went with him against my nose after taking a lot of food and drink with me..

At about noon, my father met his white and black companions who were accustomed to the climate and exceptional conditions of Africa, so the safari car set off, with Allah's blessing.

Don't ask how many annoyed words I sprinkled

on everyone during that trip, and how many scornful looks I cast at the savannah with malice and rage!

But we did not escape from the coming of the night before we arrived, so the driver tried to increase the speed in order to hurry up to arrive, but instead the tire of the car exploded, and this almost cost us our lives, had the Merciful not looked at us..!

Everyone made an effort to improve the condition of the car and put the replacement tire, but what a disappointment when we found out after we drove a little bit that the fuel tank was punctured, and repairing the car without daylight was impossible..

The driver stopped the engine of the car, the sounds of dogs barking was filling the place, especially since it seemed to be approaching us, we all felt fear, while the blacks prepared their guns in preparation for every danger, but this was of little use in the midst of all this darkness, as the full moon was absent tonight and the flashlights were broken at the accident..

We all got our ears ready, waiting for the

moment of truth that prevailed the attitude..

The African driver said with fear:

- I think it's a herd of wild, savage dogs that are still hungry because the rain caught them..

And another answered in a broken voice:

- So their numbers are large and our few guns will not affect them.. No matter how much we can kill, there will be others.. I don't think we have any hope of surviving..

Everyone was enraged by this news, some of them was overwhelmed with tears, and some of them mourned their families or their jobs.

My father went to pray the last Evening-Prayer and ask Allah to save us from this inevitable death.. while I kept watching everyone indifferently, thinking that it would only be what Allah had written.. it was not too much time after I had gone through a more difficult situation than this, but Allah brought me out of it safe..!

It was clear that the dogs following us were close, they were getting closer and closer, little by little, and against my will, fear stirred in my heart, my breath began to break from its intensity.

Then, I found myself and everyone found me stood on the car as high as I could, put my finger in my mouth and became whistling and whistling until my whistles filled the savannah, the driver was trying to stop me and another shouted at me:

- Do you want to tell them exactly where we are?!

My father felt very ashamed of my behavior and began to pull me and say to me:

- Shut up..don't you know that whistling attracts demons..aren't dogs enough for us to bring us demons too?!

- But, my father.. an exception has happened to this.. This time I am summoning with my whistle one of the friends of the angels..believe me!

My whistle filled the sky.. Soon, an orange light appeared to us from afar, and we were eagerly awaiting it and distracted from the black fate that awaits us.

Do you think that the light of the torch is that would precedes or the dogs? .. What a question and what an answer..!

But we all knew the answer when we heard the first shot of a gun fired by one of us screaming:

- They came, they came...

Everyone focused their guns, trying to hit those lightning targets in the dark, we saw one of them standing up and howling loudly into the sky.. It was clear that he was calling the rest.

Among the sounds of howling, we heard the voice of a woman shouting:

- Mu'men... Mu'men.. They are here.. Come on..!

Perhaps no one but me fully understood her words, I realized that my whistles had done his job of bringing you in!

Soon you appeared in the tall savannah grass, with the torch in your hand, and you gave it to the man you found in front of you, and ran towards those dogs, shouting, repeating the words of the call to prayer in your soft, melodious voice:

- Allah is great.. Allah is great.. there is no god but Allah..!

How quickly the dogs succumbed, and no one

dared attack you except for one who was overwhelmed by hunger, so his companions disciplined it!

So you led the dogs' march away while we all breathed a sigh of relief and discovered that we were shivering and our teeth were chattering..!

Everyone started exchanging puzzled looks, and my father said half-in disbelief:

- Is this really my son? Is this really Mo'men?

I answered him, laughing:

- Did you think I was joking with you, Dad?!

But no way!.. Soon another pack of savage dogs caught us.. We all unconsciously shouted:

- O Allah!!

So this woman -whom her simple, modest African dress covered her body and face- got shouting and calling you, but when she was sure that you would not hear her, she sharpened her courage and attacked the dogs, opening her hands, shouting:

- In the name of Allah.. Allah is great.. Allah is great!

We all held our breaths and closed our eyes so that we would not see the dogs biting her, but the surprise was that the dogs did not come close to her! .. Rather, they retreated and tactically withdrew until they disappeared..!

The blacks among us cheered while we were astonished... I said to my father, laughing:

- Have you seen what the woman who did not hear the word of majesty in her life except for a few days, my father?!

So my father wiped his forehead and said:

- I realized now that the matter is how pure the soul is, not how much the body does.. Ah..

What a shameful situation.. I came to ruin her life whereas she saved mine..

A few moments passed before you returned from afar, so that woman ran to you and started to give you good news, laughing:

- Allah loves me!.. He protected me!

- Of course, Allah loves pure women, my dear.

Immediately that woman grabbed you, saying:

- Let's thank our Lord for what He has honored us.. Let's pray!

Indeed, you began to pray while we all congratulated each other on safety. As for my father, he watched you lovingly until you finished praying, and your wife set out for her village, while you ran to our father and hugged him with longing, kissing him and kissing his hands, you said to him:

- My father, I came to Africa in order to apologize to you for what I have done against you, so please forgive me.

- Forget about this, my son.. I forgot about it..

and I came here out of my longing for you.

But I continued, with my feet out of the car:

- ... and because he didn't like whom you married!

You lowered your eyes a little and then said:

- Dad.. all this happened in order to you attend my wedding, but things happened this way and I was very sorry to be at my wedding without your honor..

- I understand that..but you went too far in choosing your bride!

- My father..white hearts may find their place in

both white and black bodies..maybe a day will come when Allah will make this woman a beautiful mermaid in paradise, may we all wish to be in her place..!

You exchanged expressive looks at the moments when it seemed to us that the torches were coming to us, so I sank into the car, hiding from them, and soon the members of the tribe circled around us and took you joyously in a festive procession to the village, and so silence prevailed around me except from the sounds of nature.

I got out of the car fidgeting.. What made me go back to this desolate wilderness?!.. Lord..

I stared at the starry sky, and when I was bored, I prayed Evening-Prayer and tried to sleep in the car..

But I felt movement above, I opened my eyes to see the ghost of a human being above me. I got up to find you standing next to the car. We exchanged looks before you greeted me and said to me:

- I was worried that I didn't find you among them.

- Do you want me to offer myself to them on a plate of gold to kill me?!

- They kill you?!..Why?!

I was surprised by your question when you answered me with a laugh:

- Your opponent is alive by the grace of Allah!

- What?! .. alive?!

I hit my head in shock, and my alleged heroism went in vain, so you answered me smiling:

- When you managed to escape, I realized that something had definitely happened to him.. So I went to his hut and was shocked when I saw your heinous act. I did not imagine that you would allow yourself to do something like this..

So I rushed to the village doctor to treat him, and then Allah saved him thanks to him..

However, how much I was happy when this afternoon he came to me to teach him the prayer, it affected him that I rescued him after all that had happened to me during those months..

I answered you coldly and sarcastically:

- Oh, amazing...

Then I said angrily:

- Forgive him?!!.. I will never forgive him.. not only for the horrible long months I spent in torment.. but for these terrible bruises on my skin.. he almost broke the bones of my body as if there was no life in it..

In fact, I think that some of the bones in my hand feel if they are broken..Do you want me to forgive him and be happy for him after all this?!.. he go to hell!

At the echo of my words, you sighed of bewilderment and sorrow, and then tried to close the matter, so you reached out to your waist and took a bag from him, saying:

- Here's some food, brother.

- Food.. huh.. I have food.. and much better than your food..

I took a banana out of my bag to tease you with it, but you disappointed me when you did not get angry as usual, but you told me:

- Health and wellness.. will you not come with me?..Our father and the rest intend to stay here for several days..

- Several days!!

I slapped my face again when you said to me:

- For we will apologize to the leader, and if he forgives you, it means that everyone has forgiven you.. Let's go!

- And if he does not forgive me?

- He will forgive you for me, Allah willing.

- If they hit me again, I will never forgive you this time, especially since my wounded back still burns me until now!

I got up from the car and said:

- You have no favors on me.. If I had not come to show my father your place, I would now be in my bed sleeping with my eyelids full!

- Who said that I want you to be grateful to me?!

.. Of course I cannot let my brother sleep in the wild like this.. especially since he is wounded..

And so we went to the leader's hut and my unique white - though it was spoiled - he was like a candle in the dark drawing everyone's eyes at me..

We entered to find that leader with his colorful feathered crown sitting in his seat of prestige,

and soon you saluted him respectfully and said to him:

- Sir, this is my brother who ran away. He came to you today apologizing. I hope you will accept his apology.

The leader's face became angry as if he had to do something he hated. Then he said:

- Only for you, I will forgive him.. because you establish the right for and against you, but this will not be repeated if he does it again..

- May Allah reward you, sir.. Allah rewards the doers of good!

I came out of the hut and went where I saw one of our companions inside, so I went in behind him and found my father sitting with a scarf of African beads on him. He was surprised to see me and said to me:

- Where have you been all that time?..you missed the beautiful celebration they held for us..

- If they wanted to celebrate with me, they would have celebrated with me months ago when I first came.

My father's friend replied, laughing:

- You now deserve attention, as you have become the brother of the leader's son-in-law, you weren't like that before!

I threw him a look that I think now is a look of jealousy, and said to him arrogantly:

- I would rather be a janitor in the city streets than be this leader's son-in-law in this place that is without civilization and full of filth.. At least there in the city I can see good faces and smell good food..

I didn't care if anyone liked my words or not. I went to sleep right away.. The next morning I had my breakfast with everyone as if I had done nothing, none of them could add a letter to the words of the leader..!

Thus, the day went well, and the next day was Friday, and of course you held the Friday prayer for all the males in the village to attend.

Indeed, we lined up shoulder to shoulder with the villagers in a look of non-racism, and it surprised me that one of them intended to

stand next to me.. when I stared at him, I recognized him, so I resented, refusing to stand next to that hater who was employing me!

His left hand was bandaged because of my stab, which missed his heart.

I tried to get away from him, but he grabbed my hand.

- I have hurt you and you have hurt me and spoiled my crop, which I forced you to work on, and now we must forgive.. Your brother told us that Allah loves to see us tolerant and loving, therefore we must do so!

The words stammered in my mouth.. Oh, the simplicity of these people!.. He heard those words once but they became a law for him that makes everything easy for him..

How often do we, the people of religion, hear these words and sermons, but who among us applies them?!

But when I was unable to speak, I used the language of the eyes, so I glared at him filled with hatred and contempt, but with the beginning of the sermon - which by the way you were delivering it - we were unable to complete

our interesting dialogue, so we sat down to listen to the sermon which we - the citizens-didn't understand!

Then when we got out of the new mosque, he approached me again, opened my hand and put something in it, I looked and saw that it was a shiny red gemstone..!

As I was astonished to see it, he said apologetically:

- This is for you, if you forgive me.

After this precious apology, I did not find any getaway from agreeing to this and forgiving him, so we shook hands and for each other we forgave.. in the ward, the jeweler told me that this stone is the precious red sapphire, and due to its large size, he bought it from me at a high price, which made me richer and richer!

I spent days in that village, this time was different, since I did not have to work all day for forced labor.. they gave us good food after they started slaughtering sheep legally, and they did not return to drink their blood..

Thus, I spent days of my recuperation with

them with nutritious food and fresh air.

Finally, the tank of the car was repaired, so the driver filled it with the fuel he had. So, you and the tribesmen stood to take leave us, you got taking leave our father saying -by our language of course - :

- I am sorry to leave you, father, though you are

- honestly - the dearest person to me in this world.. I also hope that you will inform my previous fiancee's family about my very apologetic and that I gave her what I gave her of money.. and if you met my sheikh in the mosque, told him my farewell on my behalf..

You sighed patiently and embraced our father lovingly and kissed his hands and his head.

Soon all the members of the tribe who were present kissed the heads and hands of their fathers..

It was not difficult to know the reason for your sacrifice and the sacrifice of our father in order to stay with them and teach them the principles of their religion, especially, you have become their ideal role model and their undisobeyable sheikh..!

And so we got into the car and left with what the leader gave us of presents, we took our last glances at you and the village, and then pierced air flew our hairs on our way to our right place..

to the city!

After a while, my father took out a bag of water, drank and handed it to me, but I refused, saying:

- Thank you, dad..but I'm used to the sun, I still don't feel thirsty so quickly..

- Strange! .. Although I thought you were used to Russia's cold weather..

- I was..but the sun of Africa melted my ice..

My father said to me jokingly:

- This is what makes me happy that the ice has melted from your heart, so its hardness got soft and you got praying actually!!

Then my father added with a smile that beautified his face:

- On this occasion, and since I have now -

metaphorically - consider you my lone son, I am thinking of being happy with your wedding instead of your brother!

My father looked at me to see the impact of his words on my heart, and saw a wide smile that

invaded my face, so he said with a condition:

- Fiance only until you mature a little..

- As long as this is the case, I will stay in the sun of Africa a little more until I mature quickly..!!!

Everyone laughed at my answer after I had been broadcasting to them over the past few days my intense hatred for Africa and impatiently waiting to get out of it..!

After that, we returned to our country and my father proposed to me his young cousin, and I was pleased with her and she won my admiration!

I completed my studies and graduated from the College of Arabic Literature, because I was also impressed by the Arabic language after I learned it completely and memorized the holy Qur'an, by the grace of Allah..

It is true that I do not need to work at all due to my inherited wealth, but I work as a teacher in a charitable Islamic school for foreigners, I changed my Russian name to the Arabic name

'Muslim'.

Now, after almost seven years of our coming

back from Africa, I became the father of a girl and a boy whom dad demanded to call

"Mo'men" to bring back your memory but he did not know that you would return to us after all these years..""

Mo'men smiled at his brother, saying:

- Well.. 'Praise be to Allah' adorned all of that.. I thank you for reminding me, dear brother.. But unfortunately I did not remember anything of what you said.. Can I know why did -when I came back here- I lose my memory like this?

- Well.. that happened a week ago when my father was in Africa for his work as usual and it occurred to him to visit you for his annual visit..

When he arrived, he was surprised that the members of the tribe did not receive him with the usual celebration, so he felt that something was wrong, and soon the leader told him with sadness that a terrible disease had attacked the village and that they had lost many victims, including his daughter, who was your wife and your son.

And that you yourself have been bedridden for days and have had a fever, so they are all in a

state of mourning for you; the separation of their preacher and teacher has been was tormenting them, but they had no trick in that, so they began waiting for fate with all patience..

Our father told them that he might find a cure for you in his city, so he should take you to the doctors quickly before it was too late, so the leader of the tribe rushed to prepare a procession to bid you farewell and carry you on your shoulders to the city, and they sent you away, weeping..

After that, my father took over the difficult matters of your treatment until Allah has mercy on you and healed you by His grace, then our father took you to our country while the danger has been removed from you, Allah willing, and here you are, to our happiness, opened your eyes today for the first time, and now I know that you are amnesiac after all that fever.. But who knows?!.. Allah will make an easy after the difficulty .. This may all be good for you, especially since your fiancee whom you left here is still waiting for you, ignorant of the reality of your absence and did not replace you with anyone!

Muslim sighed and said:

- I personally will take care of your wedding and marriage expenses, after I knew that you -

since you interceded for me with the leader, and then I left you and got out of the hut, you took instead of me all the compensation -that I had to compensate the people of the lands for whom I had spoiled their crops-, and spent the years paying my debts on my behalf, though you have no fault in that..

This is the least that I thank you for, my dear brother, for your kindness and your great favor, which I will never forget for you as long as I live, because now I know perfectly well that my heart would not have been purified by Allah had it not been that you lifted the rights of people upon me!

At that moment, the sound of the pure afternoon call to prayer rang out to fill the air of the place.

Mo'men immediately rose up and got up from his bed.. Or he tried, because he fell immediately!

His brother said to him while helping him to return to his bed:

- Be a little patient, my brother.. It has been more than ten days since you did not move a finger, so how can you stand up so easily?!

So Mo'men sat down, thinking, wandering, then said sadly:

- There is neither might nor power except by Allah.. It seems that I will have to pray sitting here today..

Muslim laughed loudly and said:

- I see you still remember the licenses of praying!

He sighed and said:

- You, my brother, with or without memory, are still you!!!

Muslim grabbed his brother's arm and said:

- Brother..we are still in the race..and the race is not over yet!

Mo'men smiled enthusiastically and said:

- But the condition of this race is that you do not say I have arrived until you actually reached..!

...Completed By The Grace of Allah Almighty...

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