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True story
What was experienced by an ustadz in a neighboring country A very extraordinary inspirational story that is able to drain our tears If we love our parents Listen and reflect
Voiced by : SITI MARIYAM MOJA

Bismillahirohmanirohim
Peace be upon you, and Allah's mercy and blessings
friends fillah who God bless you
This time I will share a true story
experienced by an ustad where this story will drain our tears
amazing inspirational story
considering we as children can't and probably won't be able to
repay our parents
especially the services of a mother
those who are pregnant, give birth, breastfeed, wean, also give extraordinary love to all of us
Let's hear the story my friend

The Story of the Duhaka Child Who God Pays Cash for His Doom

One day
I went to a nursing home
a friend of mine asked me for help
so that I can distribute aid to the poor
and finally I bought a sarong, bought bread, a lot of food
together that I bought to send to the nursing home
and I went to a nursing home that I know, I don't need to mention his name
when our vehicle arrived in the yard of the nursing home
suddenly an old mother ran from the orphanage and approached me
and he was very happy.... hurray hurray he said
my child is coming... my child is coming
he is very happy
because I saw a car stopped in front of the nursing home
I don't know who he is
the mother hugs me
he kisses me
and the mother said
So why did you leave your mother here, son?
Mom wants to go home
mom miss our home
I was almost speechless at that time

Ya Allah
And I also tried to say a word ... Mom ...
I hold his hand
I see his face
She says
Until my heart, you don't admit I'm your mother
I can imagine how he feels so miss his child
I tried to pretend as if I was his child and I said

Ma'am I'm sorry
I hold his hand and invite him to sit on a chair
And I took bread
also fed into his mouth
I don't feel the tears dripping down my cheeks
trying to imagine the heart of a mother who longs for her child

When we are children
get a piece of bread, we feed his mouth how he feels, how do we feel
I tried to wipe the tears that rolled down my cheeks,
he held my hand... Subhanallah
I can also feel how he feels, who misses his son so much
when I want to go home
he held it but I said
want don't leave mommy son... Mom wants to go home

I want to go back home with you
and finally I asked permission from the supervisor of the orphanage there
to see his data, it turns out
there are five children
And the biggest one has the title Tansyrik
because this story is from the story of the neighbor country
very rich people, indeed very rich
have a big name and excited
and when I'm allowed to go home
he's back the mother is back holding my shirt

And he said, Mother is coming home, son
I told the mother, in the car there are many things, ma'am
it's okay the mother said I just sat with those things
And finally, I asked permission from the orphanage manager to take the mother for only five days

And the orphanage also allows
I'm going back to my house
At the time of the morning prayer I became the Imam
and he is the mother behind me as well as my wife and children
I also read a prayer
when I look at the mother
her tears don't stop falling
I finished praying
I greet him, I kiss his hand
and I said, Ma'am I'm sorry...
At that time I could not imagine that my mother had died
but what I imagine this mother is my mother
Because he misses his children

on the third day the mother stayed at my house
when the Isha prayer time is finished praying I greet him
he also covered his hands with his mukena
he said hello, I said ma'am. Why are you covering your hands
Two days ago mom greeted me, didn't cover mom's hand
why did you cover your hands today... mom?
He said, Ustadz... You're not my son, are you?

Subhan Allah
suddenly he called my name Ustadz
I said, Why do you call me Ustadz?
I am Mother's child ... She said, no son
If you were my son, he wouldn't be like this
If you were my son, he wouldn't be my priest

if you are my child
he won't bribe me to eat
imagine friends
imagine friends
How do you feel mom
and I spontaneously held him, I hugged him, I cried
and i said

Mom... even though you're not my mother
but i love mom
like mom dear
I hold this mother's hand
Even though she is not my mother, but I know her heart misses you a lot
want to be close to their children