A Mother´s Prayer

The man at the door was a stranger, and a traveller from far away place. He asked to be received by the young host who invited him in. As they were busy with their conversations, the young man would ask permission to be excused for a while. He would disappear for a moment or two and would return to attend to the guest. It happened many times. The guest asked of his excuse for these frequent disappearances. The young man informed him that he had an old, fragile mother in the next room, to whom he needs to attend frequently. The guest requested that he be allowed to visit the old woman. Request was granted. An old, weak and helpless woman was in bed. No sign of strength anywhere in her being. The only thing that was moving was her mouth, without any words coming out of it. The guest said to the young man that the mother had something to say. The young man nodded. The guest inquired what it was thet she was asking. The young man said, "from a young age, she has always prayed for me, whenever i would do something for her, that is what she is doing now." The guest asked what  would she pray like. "May Allah make your abode the neighbourhood of His messengers." The guest beamed with a smile. "Tell her that her prayer has been granted. I am Prophet Musa. I enquired from Allah about my neighbour in the heaven. he gave me your address. I asked of him how this person gains neighbourhood of the prophets. He told me to come and see it for myself."

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