Chương 1: life and death are true

*✿═══════════════✿* *Life and death are true* http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com *✿═══════════════✿* https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs As usual, I left to go to college. I didn't like the tea made by mom, I took a look at the dosa and chutney, then took my phone, put on a good English song and went down with both ears and head phone... It's a bad feeling to listen to this song...The music of that song vibrates my auditory nerve like I don't recognize any other sound...ah what eh wonderful song... When you hear this, you will think that she is... no big deal... who is she? We will observe her and answer your question if necessary... By then I will have answered almost all my questions... So the bus she was waiting for came... Her eyes widenedShe is looking for...hiding her disappointment at not seeing the seeker, she paid attention only to her song... Something makes me feel sorry for her. She should be seen as a statue. Karkunthal, who wears jeans pants, men's shirt, headphones in her ears, and boots like men, is annoying and their red eyes look at her from time to time, engrossed in the song. When she reached college, she walked down... She's looking for someone she can't see on the bus...but!herEyes cannot see them. Desperate, she walked to class. As usual tea and burger came in front of her who was listening to music and reading a book. She bought it with a big smile... "I looked for you a lot. I didn't see you on the bus. How did you come... "Ah, I came with my cousin on a bike. He was coming to a place nearby so... The others talked a lot. Now let's say she is Diya Salim. A common man Salim Khan's golden mole. Every dayShe is able to enjoy... not that she has only one friend but the whole campus is her friends but she is closer to Danish only... Danish Ibrahim. They have been together since childhood in the school they go to and now here in college, they cut classes, go to the movies, go to the beach, go for a walk, everything together... That's why they will become a big star in college. ClassAfter that, he went home. She opened the door and went upstairs to her room without even looking at her face. Mom wiped her eyes watching her go in pain. Her childhood, playing and laughing while sitting on that corner step caused more pain in that mother's heart. That mom's heart is hurting a lot. Their daughter's actions are disturbing them more and more every day. However, a glass of tea, tears and love take all the pain awayAfter cooking her favorite fruits, Umm walked towards her room. The leaning doors slowly opened and entered. Those views were amazing to that mother's eyes. The walls of her daughter's room are full of photos of other people, the eyes of the mother do not even recognize whether they are male or female. Even the walls of the music room with great soundSomething is vibrating and the sound of that music seemed to burst the ears of that poor Ooman. You looked at her as if you were sleeping and turned off the music. "Whoa...who is that?" Mother said to her daughter with a trembling voice. "I am Molle, I have brought tea for Molle. "Who asked for tea? I don't want any tea from you. Go away, don't come into my room without asking me. I don't like it." It must be said that the mother struggled a lot to keep her daughter from seeing her full eyes. However, the mother ordered both and said some things to her daughter. Honey, it's your age. But! Even after this age you have to live. You have to look at yourself and live. Never look at others and be through them. In this age we live in there are many religions and rituals. But! It's up to us to follow. Have you seen the mole? People of any other religion follow our customs. no Never. So why do we follow their customs?going behind Let them live as they are and we must live as ourselves. How many days has it been since you prayed. How long has it been to touch that Qur'an? Hasn't even that tongue forgotten to recite a salat... "Umm. Shut up... I know how to look at me... Amma said loudly wiping her red eyes with anger and sadness. "No. I will say whatever I have to say and you will listen to it. Then I will go. Turning to her daughter who was silent, she said again lovinglyand started This movie, novel and song are nothing, Molly life. After this, we have to go. To the court of Allah. He will question every second we spend here. What answer will you and I have to give to the Rabbi? If you get a fever today, if you have an accident, me and your uncle will sleep and spend all we have for you and protect you. But! No one will be able to save you, not even us, in the court of Allah tomorrow.Apart from your actions today, Patachon has created heaven and hell, my dear, and there will be people in them too! But we... Tomorrow in the grave when the question comes and the answer gets stuck in the throat and does not come out... Iron rods will split our body in two... Its pain... Fire is hot... When my mole behaves like this, my insides are cramping. Where are the religious lessons that Mole learned... where are the orderly circles? Since then my mole started all this properly. These micup devices are my molec bhangaDoes not add up. never Beauty is for the heart. This makeup is making you ugly and you just don't realize it. Moll knows that Patachon has never done anything badly. And it's just that we live in a society that evaluates everything. Everything he made is beautiful, very beautiful like my mole... Sit down my mole and think. When you listen to this song or when you watch the movie, if Ruho says goodbye to us, what will be our condition?There is no point in asking Patachon for a chance after losing everything... Once Ruh reaches Thondakuy, there is no tauba. Mother patted her daughter's head, who was keeping her head down "N't mole is good mol... I know you shouldn't say so much to mol. But I'm not mol umm... I want nt's mol to be the best... She was looking at the way her mother had gone. To tell the truth, all her peace of mind was gone. Many thoughts drove her crazy. thingAlthough she clearly did not know what it was, her eyes filled with heart recognition. She covered the pillow and lay down. It felt like a sleepless night for her... after many thoughts she slipped into sleep... "Honey, am I not going to college today... Umm called her for some time.. she did not answer. Answers are rising inside her... Umm Umm is calling loudly... But Umm is not hearing her voice. Umm her touchdon't know Umma is crying. Many people who know and don't know me are coming to see me. The house which was suddenly silent was filled with people and many of them had only helplessness on their faces. Ustad Mar is reciting the Qur'an while sitting on the porch of the house. Umma is crying and reciting the Qur'an... Papa is sitting with the Ustads as if he is exhausted... I went to my uncle and looked. It's been a while since I saw my uncle and looked at his face. But! My fatherI do not hear the call. can't see me I was taken to a newly erected tent in the courtyard after being laid down by a few other people. They bathed me without even knowing who they were. Although they put their hands on me with a cloth wrapped around their hands. I am in a lot of pain... ah umm... where are you... maybe if you were there I wouldn't be in so much pain... None of them even see my tears? They all dressed me in new clothes.I didn't like the white dress. prayer shirt The prayer robe that I have often pretended to forget myself is now forced upon me by someone. Even though they cried loudly saying no, they did not hear anything and went and hid... On the manchal where I was laid, Uppa first held me tightly and Ikkaka on the other side... Their eyes are red... Lips loudly... Repeatedly saying Lahilaha Illah... Behind them walked people I knew and people I didn't know betterComing to... Meanwhile, I heard a call from the next church. " إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون It is with great sadness that everyone is informed of the death of Diya Salim, the daughter of Ailuz Kandi, due to a heart attack at the age of nineteen. It has been announced that Asr prayer is being held at 1000 kandi Juma Masjid at 4:30 p.m. I... hearing was believable. But! HereI can't get up from ❓️ Uppa and Ikkaka slowly took me down to that grave... no, to my maniyara... to the soil that I have often forgotten... and started pouring dirt on me... Uppa... Ikkakka, don't leave me... I'm afraid to be alone here... Ummachi must be crying seeing me now, take me with you... don't leave me here... Didn't they all go without hearing my calls... What darkness is here... Atara... Rabbi... Scary look... من ربك وما دينك Patachon I can't say anything my tongue is burning... ah Those iron rods tore my body in two. Before the next blow, the body joined again... They kept asking questions... My answers got stuck in my throat... Ya Rabb... Ya Rabb... Will you give me one more chance... I will live well... All that Umma said. Listen, let's live without hurting my father... I can't bear the pain... I'm not like that anymoreAllah will not live... These very forms are giving me so much pain... Ah... my brain is confused... the flesh is falling from my bones... my body is falling apart... The questions keep repeating… من ربك وما دينك My answers are stuck somewhere... "Aah... ah... ah... I can't stand it... Oh Allah...'s Umm... aah.. ah "My dear... my dear... what is my dear... "Umm umm... Umm... ah... ah... She suddenly woke up and looked around... She got up and hugged her mother and cried... Come on Umm... I'm scared... Umm... I'm scared... I'm so scared Umm... She hugged Umman for a while and got over her grief... Then she quickly got up, took a shower and went to the prayer room... She had a new feeling there because it had been years since she came there...She has only seen the threshold of the house where Umma used to pray every Ramadan and Rabiul Awwal... She has many mockers... Her eyes are amazed by the prayer room decorated with Monj every day... Madinah, Makkah, Salats and different Duas are written on the walls... That's all. My mother had a lot... The crying woman prayed... recited the Qur'an... burst into tears and made dua... *18. تَوَسَّلْتُ يَا رَبِّي إِلَيْكَ بِحُبِّهِ* *لِتَغْفِرَ أَوْزَارِي وَتَقْبَلَ تَوْبَتِي.* 18. My Lord, I beseech Thee out of love for the Prophet ﷺ to forgive my sins and accept my repentance. Then her lips moved to the salat she saw on the wall with empty eyes... * اللَّهُمَّ صَل عَلَى سَيِّدِنَا مُحَمَّدٍ ۞ الفَاتِحِ لِمَا أُغْلِقَ ۞ وَالخَاتِمِ لِمَا سَبَقَ ۞ نَاصِرِ الحَقِّ بِالحَقِّ ۞ وَالهَادِي إِلَى صِرَاطِكَ المُسْتَقِِيمِقَدْرِهِ وَمِقْدَارِهِ العَظِيمِ ۩* When her dreams reminded her of the tomorrow she was forgetting, her heart sank... Seeing the change in her daughter in one night, her mother is also expressing her happiness to Allah with both hands outstretched... In this you and I... Life and death are true... Don't forget Live with awareness. Today we hear what Turkey and Syria are facing through social media... money, fame and beauty we have todayGod's gift is a test... Use it carefully... We have seen the painful sight of babies lying between the buildings... We have seen the blood of the baby who was born and died between the buildings and they cut the umbilical cord. Let's see... Let's go inside and pray for a better tomorrow for them and for us... It should be understood that the Lord who gave life to the lifeless earth is almighty...We should live with the realization that life and death are true... May Patachon grant us Hidayat... Let both worlds win... *✍🏻mihras koduvally* *الصلاة وصلام عليك YA رسول خض بيدي قلت هيلتي ادركني يا حبيب الله صلى الله عليه وسلم* * اللهم صل على; *وَوَفِّقْ لَنَا اللّّهُمَّ مِنْكَ بِرَحْمَةُ لِكَیْمَا نَزُورَ الْمُصْطَفَی نِعْمَ شَاكِرًا･･ *with dua's blessing* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ *ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾