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Pictures from the lives of the followers
By Dr. Abdul Rahman Raafat Al-Basha
May God have mercy on him
Rabia Al-Rao
May God have mercy on him
On a moonlit summer eve
He reached Medina Faris in his late sixties
He went through its alleys, riding his horse, heading to his house
He does not know if his house is still standing according to his covenant with it
Or have the days taken their toll?
He had been away from her for thirty years or so
He was asking himself about his young wife whom he left behind in that house
What I did
And about her fetus that she was carrying between her wings
Is it male or female?
Is he alive or dead?
If he is alive, what about him?
And about that large sum of money that he collected from the spoils of jihad
He left it as a deposit for her when he went on to fight for the sake of God
With the Islamic armies heading to conquer Bukhara, Samar Qand, and their environs
The city's alleys and streets were still full of people leaving and leaving
People did not finish the evening prayer until soon
But none of these people he passed by knew him or cared about him
He did not look at his cleaned horse
Nor his sword hanging from his shoulder
Residents of Islamic cities were accustomed to the sight of mujahideen going to fight for the sake of God or returning from it
But this caused the knight's sadness and his obsession to increase
While the knight was swimming in these thoughts
Past, feeling his way in those alleys that have been ravaged by change
He suddenly found himself in front of his house and saw a cracked door
His joy made him unable to seek permission from its people
He entered through the door and entered the courtyard of the house
The master of the house heard the creaking of the door and peered down from his upper room
He saw in the moonlight a man wearing a sword and a spear
He breaks into his house at night
His young wife was standing not far from the strange man's line of sight
He got angry and went down to him barefoot while saying:
Do you hide yourself under the cover of night, O enemy of God?
She breaks into my house and attacks my wives
He rushed towards him like a ferocious lion rushes when his den is badly damaged
He did not give him a chance to speak
And each of the two men jumped on his friend
And their noise became louder
Neighbors flocked to the house from all directions
They surrounded the strange man like a chain around the neck
They helped their neighbor with it
So the owner of the house caught him
He tightened his grip and said
By God, I will not release you, O enemy of God, except with the governor
The man said
I am not an enemy of God and I have not committed a sin
But it is my house and the property of my right hand
I found his door open and entered it
Then he turned to the people and said
O people, listen to me
This house is my home, I bought it with my own money
O people, I am Farrukh
Isn't there anyone left in the neighbors who knows Frogha?
Who thirty years ago became a mujahid for the sake of God
The owner of the house was asleep
I woke up to the noise
She looked out of her attic window
She saw her husband with his fat and flesh
She was almost astonished
But she soon said
Leave him, leave him, Rabia
Leave him, my son, he is your father
Stay away from him, people, may God bless you
Be careful, Abu Abdul Rahman
This is what you are confronting
Your son and the pleasure of your liver
Her words barely touched the ears
Until Farrukh kissed Rabia
And he hugged him and hugged him
Rabia approached Farroukh
He started kissing his hands, neck and head
People left them
Umm Rabia came down to greet her husband
Which she didn't think
She will meet him on this earth
After there was no news of him
A period of approximately a third of a century
Farrukh sat next to his wife
He started telling her about his conditions
He reveals to her the reasons for his news sector
But she was busy
About a lot of what he says
She was overwhelmed with joy at meeting him
And his reunion with his son
Her fear of his anger for wasting
All the money I deposited with her
She was saying to herself
What if he asked me now about that large sum?
Which he left in trust with me
He advised me to spend from him sensibly
What will it be like?
If I told him that there was nothing left of him
Will he be convinced by telling him?
I spent what he left with me
To raise and educate his son
That is, he believed it was his son's hand
Anda from the clouds
And he does not keep any dinars or dirhams
And the whole city
You know he spent on his brothers
Thousands composed
While Umm Rabia was drowning
In her obsessions
Her husband turned to her and said
So I took out the money I deposited
You have to add this to it
With all the money we buy a garden or a property
We live from its harvest
How long life has extended to us
She was busy with him and did not answer him anything
So he repeated the request to her and said
Come on, where's the money?
Until I add to it what I have
I put it where it should be put
I will get it to you in a few days
A few, God willing
The voice of the muezzin interrupted their conversation
Farroukh ran to his jug
Then he quickly went towards the door
He says where is Rabia?
They said, "He preceded you to the mosque."
Since the first call
You realize the community
Farrukh reached the mosque
He found that the imam was about to start the prayer
So he performed what was written
Then he went towards the honorable shrine
So he greeted the Messenger of God, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him
Then he leaned towards purifying coolness
There was a longing in his heart for her
And a longing to pray there
So he chose a place for himself in its expansive view
Then he made him spit
He prayed as long as God wanted him to pray
Then he supplicated with what he was inspired to supplicate
And when they were leaving the mosque
He found his yard crowded
In one of the science councils
He has never seen anything like it before
He saw people gathered around the sheikh of the council
Ring after ring
They did not even leave a foothold in the arena
He looked at the people
And among them were turbaned sheikhs
With teeth and dignified men
Their bodies indicate that they have destinies
And many young men
They got down on their knees
They took their pens in their hands
They began to pick up what the sheikh was saying
It also picks up pearls
They keep it in their notebooks
It also preserves precious belongings
People were looking forward to seeing each other
Where the sheikh sits
Listening to every word he says
Even you have birds on their heads
The informants were relaying what the sheikh was saying
No one misses any of his words
No matter how far away
Farouq tried to identify the image of the sheikh
It did not work for his location
And after him
I was amazed by his bright statement
And his flowing knowledge
And his amazing wallet
He was amazed by the submission of people before him
Until the Sheikh concluded his session and stood up
People rushed towards him
They crowded around him and surrounded him
They rushed after him to cheer him up
To outside the mosque
Here Farouq turned to a man
He was sitting next to him and said
Tell me, what do you think of the Sheikh?
The man said in surprise
Farouk said, “Yes.”
The man said: Is he in the city?
One man does not know the sheikh
Farouk said, “Excuse me.”
If you don't know him
I spent about thirty years
Far from the city
I didn't return to it until yesterday
The man said it's okay
Then he said that the Sheikh whom I listened to
A master of the masters of the followers
And one of the most prominent Muslims
He is the hadith scholar of the city and its jurist
And its imam, although young
A year, so he said there are differences
God willing, there is no power except in God
So I follow the man saying
And his council includes you from what you saw
Malik bin Anas
And Abu Hanifa Al-Numan
Yahya bin Saeed Al Ansari
Sufyan Al-Thawri
And Abdul Rahman bin Omar Al-Awza’i
And Al-Layth bin Saad
And others and others
He said there are differences other than you
The man did not give him a chance to complete his words
Muwatta Al-Aknaf is generous in hand
The people of the city did not know anyone
I will provide food for a friend and a friend's son
I do not abstain from the pleasures of this world
I do not desire from him what God has
Farouk said
But you did not mention his name
The man said that he is Rabia of opinion
Faruq Rabi’ah Al-Ra’i said
The man said yes, his name is Rabia
But the city's scholars and sheikhs
Call Rabia Al-Rai
Because they were if they did not find
There is a text in the Book of God
Or the hadith of the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace
They turned to him
So he works hard on the matter and measures what
There is no text in it as stated in it
He brings them judgment regarding what is difficult for them
On a face that souls rely on
And hearts are reassured by Him
Farouk said eagerly
But you didn't attribute it to me
The man said it was Rabia bin Farouk
He is called Abu Abdul Rahman
He was born after his father left the city
Mujahid for the sake of God
He said his mother raised him and brought him up
I heard people just before prayer
They say his father came back last night
At that
Farouq came from my eyes
Two big tears
The man did not know their reason
He continued walking towards his house
When Umm Rabia saw him
What's wrong with you, Abu Rabia?
He said, “There is nothing but good in me.”
I saw our son Rabia
In a position of knowledge, honor and glory
Never seen anyone before
Umm Rabia took the opportunity and said:
That is, what I love to you
Thirty thousand dinars or this?
What knowledge and honor your son has attained
He said, “Rather, by God, this is more beloved to you.”
And I have a trace of the world's wealth
All of it, she said
I spent what I had left on him
Were you happy with what you did?
He said yes and my reward
About me, about him, and about the Muslims
The best reward
They were here
They water the clouds of our lives
What is not among us?
Their remembrance is exalted
They left and were thrown into Al-Dhamir
A question
Is there a star like them in the sky and its hills?
They filled with life
Proud of their actions
And the world of the ego has become apparent to them