Story of a Syrian girl:"I don't want to play hide & seek anymore"

She was a little girl no older than 6 years old, she was laying on top of a grave that looked new and was furiously trying to dig it up with her hands as she cried & shouted "stop it & come out, I don't want to play hide & seek anymore, come out please." This scene engulfed me with emotion & sadness & as I drew nearer I saw her father sitting down on the edge of another grave tears pouring silently from his eyes as he watched her.I tried to stop the child from her actions but she kept digging away & crying. I asked her father why she was doing this & he told me as the tears continued to pour from his eyes & the obvious pain in his words were touching. He said: Some days ago my son wanted to go outside but his little sister didn't want him to leave. She admired her brother very much and kept preventing him from leaving and would start crying whenever he tried. So the brother resorted to tricking so he can go out and asked her if she wanted to play hide & seek. The sister was happy & agreed to play. They played together for a while. She would close her eyes and begin counting as he hid, and when she finished she would come looking for him. After a few goes, he took his chance to leave the house as she had closed her eyes and started to count. When she finished counting, she opened her eyes and began to look for him but to no avail. Only moments later, my mobile phone rang & my sons name showed that he was calling. I answered but another mans voice spoke amid a very noisy background, and he informed me that my son had been martyred by a sniper. The funeral took place the following day and my daughter witnessed him being carried on the men's shoulders so she called to him, but he never replied.She asked me: Daddy, where are you taking my brother? I answered back: They are taking him so he can hide so you can continue your game. She said: But I don't want to play anymore! So I said: Just this once. As he was being buried, she put her face in my lap & closed her eyes, then she whispered & told me: Ok let him hide now. We placed him in his grave, rolled the soil over him and prayed for our son the martyr and returned home. Since then she has been asking us every day to go to the graveyard because she knows her brother is hiding there, so we go & she says: You're still hiding, dig yourself up and come out. The father gasped & my heart burned at his pain and he told me: "Ya Allaah(Oh God), my son is not coming out" and he proceeded to cry until his eyes turned red and his beard was filled with tears. I left them and exited the cemetery and I kept repeating to myself as I cried:"You're still hiding, dig yourself up and come out!"

 

This is not emotional blackmail but facts about life that Allah SWT the exalted the creator of all that we perceive and beyond created man to worship Him alone. Who are we to refuse our Lord when He has informed us on how to live our lives and rule our people. Why are we content with living under kufr ruling systems in our lands? Why are we content with reading/viewing/listening about the state of affairs of this blessed ummah and we put our hands together for dua. Is dua sufficient for Allah SWT to give us the victory?? Or does it require action along with dua in terms of carrying dawah following the shining examples of our Prophet Muhammad SAW?

 

 

May Allaah Rabbel 'Alameen comfort this surean little sister nd her family and grant her brother Jannatul Ferdaous..Allaahumma Ameen.:(:(:(

 

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