O Muslims, one day I met a man, so I greeted him and then asked him about his condition and the condition of his children.
He sighed a little, looking very worried and sad
Then he said that children grow up and their concerns grow with them
Then he left sadly, as if the earth had become too narrow for him as it was spacious
What affection and what concern does this father have for his child?
Then I remembered the words of Jacob, peace be upon him, when he lost Joseph
He turned away from them and said, “How sorry for Joseph!”
His eyes turned white with sadness, and he was depressed
And I said to myself
If every parent, living or dead, wrote a letter to his child
What could he say?
It is a message and not like any other message
A message from the middle gates of Paradise
O Paradise of the Most Gracious, you are not cheap
Rather, you are precious to the lazy
Here is one of its doors
Do not close it or suffer loss
How do you close it and claim reason?
Will the middle gates of Paradise be closed?
Yes, he is the one who heard you
Do not be heedless or lazy
Father and father are the middle gates of Paradise
He who is satisfied with the satisfaction of the Most Gracious
The Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace, said
The satisfaction of the Lord is in the satisfaction of the father
And the wrath of the Lord is in the wrath of the father
A message from your father
Yes, he is the father
A word with few letters
Great in her giving and feeling
Father and father are not sufficient expressions
Words do not lift him up
Poems do not reward him
No matter how much you praise and praise
The father is the support if the money is on you
He is your helper if days are bad for you
His existence and his life are life
His cruelty and guidance saved him
The parent is the educator and guide without fail
He is generous and generous to you without stinginess or killing
He takes of himself to give you
And he will cut off his body to redeem you
Even if he doesn't give you what you wish for
He gave you everything he found and helped us
It is a message whose ink is not ink
Its ink is the tears of the eyes
Tears of eyes
It is a message from me to you, my son
A letter from your father that I wrote and based on the life you spent with me
Yes, my son, it is a message from me to you
So listen to her and bring your heart to her
Perhaps you will find a landing place for her in your heart
My son, I am calling you, so listen to me
I appeal to you, so do not reject me
I was one of the happiest people when I got the news that your mother was pregnant with you
I was doing my best to be with your mother so that nothing would happen to you.
My son, you do not need treatment or a hospital without being frightened
Even from my dearest sleep
I was counting the days and nights and waiting
When will you come out into the world and my eyes will recognize you?
When I left, it was the happiest moment of my life
I look at you as if I look at myself
How could you not when you are a part of me?
You grow and my hope grows with you
It is true, my son, that your mother is the one who feeds you
But I am the one who strives and toils during the day
To provide this food for you and your mother
It is true, my son, that your mother was the one who changed your clothes for you
But who paid for those clothes, my son?
It is me who toils and toils
My son, you were sleeping peacefully in your mother’s arms
Who, O Tari, provided you with this house and everything in it?
Who provided you with security so that you could sleep soundly?
My son, if I am cruel to you, do not blame me
I want you to be a man of religion and character
Because of you, my Lord is pleased with me
And raise my head in this world, my son
My son, do not blame me for hitting you
For me, your mistake is big
And I want you to be good and upright after me
Don't blame me for hitting you, my son
My son, I do not wish for anyone to be better than me except you
Yes, except you
Rather, it is my wish that you become better than me
My son, if heaven is under your mother’s feet
I am the middle of the gates of heaven
Didn't you listen to what the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, said in the authentic hadith?
The father is the middle of the gates of Paradise
So close that door or save it
My son, did you not hear what the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, said about the good hadith?
Three prayers are answered, without a doubt
The supplication of the father, the supplication of the traveler, and the supplication of the oppressed
My son, you are growing and growing
My hopes are high to see you as a good man who is beneficial to your religion and your nation.
My son, my bones have thinned and my hair has grown young
And all I hope is that you will be righteous to me
My son, I worked hard raising you to be a man
Don't abandon me when you become a man
My son, when you were young, I would never stop caring for you
And guide you to all the good things you want in this world and the hereafter
Do not fail to take care of me in my old age, my son
You were young and unable to protect yourself, so you took shelter in me
Now I want you to be by my side
You had no money and I forgot
I forgot the money you took from me
And you were trying to take it
My boy
If I am ashamed of anything from you
If you give me some of your money, do not be kind to me
So do not favor me, my son
Did you not listen to the words of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace?
You and your money belong to your father
Didn't you know, my son?
It is not permissible for anyone to give a gift
Then only the father returns to it
Except for the father in what he gives to his child
This was also stated in the hadith of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace
And the hadith is true
My boy
Everything I collect and everything I get from the world
One day it will be your inheritance
Do not be stingy with my money, my son
My boy
If I die, then wash me well
And bury me quickly if you are close to me
Even if you are far from me, pray for me more
My boy
If my burden burdens you, remember those years
When I was playing with you and carrying you on my back
My boy
If the dust bothers you while you make me happy in my grave
Remember how many times I wiped the dust off you with my hand
My boy
You were young and helpless, needing my care, my efforts, and my efforts
I am in my grave unable to obtain good deeds
Do not deprive me of it, for you are my hope
Didn't you hear what the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, said in the authentic hadith?
If the son of Adam dies, his work is cut off except for three
An ongoing charity or beneficial knowledge
Or a good son who prays for him
Be that good boy, my son
My boy
If I force you to memorize the Book of God
Know that I want good for you
As I want it for myself
Didn't you hear the words of the Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace?
In the good hadith
The parents are dressed in two clothes that the world does not support
They say: “We are covered with this.”
It is said that your child will learn the Qur’an
Do not deprive me of that silver, my son
And do not blame me for forcing you to memorize the Book of God
I only want good for you in this world and the hereafter
O giver
If someone honored you one day
I would have praised his good and beautiful deeds
Where is the reward and loyalty to your father?
A wonder to our hearts
How do we sleep with our eyelids closed?
And we laugh out of our mouths
We keep company with whomever we want
Whenever we want
And we pray to them
And we get closer to them
We court them
By giving
And we get closer to them
With the most beautiful words and gifts
We are disobedient to the closest relatives
They neglect their rights
And they have waste
And we turn to the commands of our Lord
May God bless you
To deny Paradise to the disobedient
May God bless you
That the disobedient will not be looked at on the Day of Resurrection
It will not be accepted from him in exchange or justice
You who get close to your friends
And you are like stones to your father
Or more cruel
And there are stones from which rivers gush out
And some of them fall out of fear of God
Do you pretend to have reason when you are like stones to your father?
O you who forgot your father
O you who have been distracted by the world from your father
Fear God
Fear God regarding your father
Fear the fire
Its bottom is far
And it's very hot
Fear the fire
Fear God regarding your father
Whether alive or dead
The reward is of the same type as the work
Wake up, my son
The years are fleeting
Then you become an old father
And you will write letters to your children
With tears
Like I wrote to you
To the judge of the Day of Judgment we go
With God, adversaries meet
Obey God as He commands
And fill your heart with caution
And obey your father
He raised you when you were young
And submit to him and accept him
So his disobedience touched the grave
Oh my boy
The last thing I would like to say is to you
The father is not required of him
To treat you as you like
But God commanded you to treat him
With what he likes
Oh God, grant us the righteousness of our fathers
Alive and dead
Oh God, grant us the righteousness of our fathers
Alive and dead