short story
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Mom's voice!
By Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
Adeeb Arabi
Not just a story
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And in response to the transgressions of sins and sins; on the contrary there are those who are dead conscience who do not care about what they do, but are growing up in their own injustice and injustice to themselves before they oppress the servants of God.
The circumstances may place any person in embarrassing situations in which he will be tempted to satisfy his conscience and satisfy his Lord at the same time;
My friend Ayman came to me on a troubled night; regretted; sad to say: Today I am over thirty-nine; I lived between virtuous parents and loving brothers who planted six Habayeb all beautiful values of virtuous and virtuous and self-denial, I married and married my brothers and some traveled to work abroad and I lived In the city of Ismailia and gave birth and stayed in a remote area far from my father's house about thirty kilometers ... I woke up from the sleep of my sleep panic at the phone ringing and the voice of my father calling me in panic to come home immediately because my mother is sick and dying, I quickly changed my clothes and went home and I do not I feel around me, and as soon as my mother sees me She said: (Praise be to God that I saw you before the deposition of life) and then you recommend that I love my brothers and people and not to stop helping me for one ever needs it, my friend, my tears and my mother went into a coma that continued to the next day, and then God honored and recovered and improved slightly , And continued to improve Vtmanton it and traveled to Cairo to receive my sisters coming from abroad to check on our beloved mother; and from the airport, we called our mother, we knew from my father that it had been re-crisis and will be transferred to the hospital; we rushed back until we arrived in Ismailia and found the heart of affection has emerged from her coma and our joy; The joy was short-lost
I was taken back to the hospital and my brother, Midhat, who was abroad, went to see his mother. Her coma lasted for three full days, and then we were surprised by our precious and beloved mother who was relieved of her coma for remembering God continuously and for long hours. Thank God she saw us all around her. I went to the hospital at seven in the morning and did not leave before the second morning the next day, and then I answered the city all day looking for a cure for my mother and bought her daily 4 injections for a large amount ... The days passed hard and my mother was hurt And the doctor warned us against drinking water because there is a definite death; two days later I woke up from her coma and looked at Hanan saying, "O my thirst, give me a water point, and I found myself trapped between the fire. I did not argue with me, but she looked sad, a quiet, strange sadness. Then the doctor came the next day and told him that she asked to drink water. He understood that I could wet a piece of cotton with water and stifle some Points in her mouth if asked to drink, Vhmmt to do if it bleed again from her mouth badly and then unwind in a coma not wake them only have the divine mystery of her came out and was absent from us forever .. God rest her soul and Dzaha us the best reward.
I remember how much I was deprived of the water that was the last of her wishes; I remembered how much she was a gift of tenderness and tenderness to all of us throughout the journey of giving; the sleep flew out of my eyes and I felt very depressed and bitter bitterness In my throat and my condition worsens day after day, and this is reflected on my wife and children and all my life and I do not know what to do?
But Ayman had to choose the first thing: to deprive his beloved mother of a drop of water at the last moment of her life for fear of her and to comply with the doctor's orders; because the two right-hand owners of the consciences of living The conscience of his conscience and feel that he was a shortcoming in the right of his late mother !!
You have never intended to torture your mother nor deprive her of water, and make sure that she understands that and learns well and will not get angry at you in her other life, how do you expect from the heart of good affection to be angry at any person; The orphanages are the most of them in our Arab homeland, and the poor of the oppressed, miserable and countless peoples. There is nothing wrong with giving charity to the poor and orphanages in the spirit of your mother. ; Helping them materially and more useful than building mosques, Vlbo Their purpose is the places of connections and help, not places of prayer, and what is the most water in Egypt (the gift of the Nile), but its people are poor and oppressed and lost their rights for more than sixty years .. And God bless you from all evil and guided you to the path.
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Mom's voice!
By Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
Adeeb Arabi
Not just a story
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And in response to the transgressions of sins and sins; on the contrary there are those who are dead conscience who do not care about what they do, but are growing up in their own injustice and injustice to themselves before they oppress the servants of God.
The circumstances may place any person in embarrassing situations in which he will be tempted to satisfy his conscience and satisfy his Lord at the same time;
My friend Ayman came to me on a troubled night; regretted; sad to say: Today I am over thirty-nine; I lived between virtuous parents and loving brothers who planted six Habayeb all beautiful values of virtuous and virtuous and self-denial, I married and married my brothers and some traveled to work abroad and I lived In the city of Ismailia and gave birth and stayed in a remote area far from my father's house about thirty kilometers ... I woke up from the sleep of my sleep panic at the phone ringing and the voice of my father calling me in panic to come home immediately because my mother is sick and dying, I quickly changed my clothes and went home and I do not I feel around me, and as soon as my mother sees me She said: (Praise be to God that I saw you before the deposition of life) and then you recommend that I love my brothers and people and not to stop helping me for one ever needs it, my friend, my tears and my mother went into a coma that continued to the next day, and then God honored and recovered and improved slightly , And continued to improve Vtmanton it and traveled to Cairo to receive my sisters coming from abroad to check on our beloved mother; and from the airport, we called our mother, we knew from my father that it had been re-crisis and will be transferred to the hospital; we rushed back until we arrived in Ismailia and found the heart of affection has emerged from her coma and our joy; The joy was short-lost
I was taken back to the hospital and my brother, Midhat, who was abroad, went to see his mother. Her coma lasted for three full days, and then we were surprised by our precious and beloved mother who was relieved of her coma for remembering God continuously and for long hours. Thank God she saw us all around her. I went to the hospital at seven in the morning and did not leave before the second morning the next day, and then I answered the city all day looking for a cure for my mother and bought her daily 4 injections for a large amount ... The days passed hard and my mother was hurt And the doctor warned us against drinking water because there is a definite death; two days later I woke up from her coma and looked at Hanan saying, "O my thirst, give me a water point, and I found myself trapped between the fire. I did not argue with me, but she looked sad, a quiet, strange sadness. Then the doctor came the next day and told him that she asked to drink water. He understood that I could wet a piece of cotton with water and stifle some Points in her mouth if asked to drink, Vhmmt to do if it bleed again from her mouth badly and then unwind in a coma not wake them only have the divine mystery of her came out and was absent from us forever .. God rest her soul and Dzaha us the best reward.
I remember how much I was deprived of the water that was the last of her wishes; I remembered how much she was a gift of tenderness and tenderness to all of us throughout the journey of giving; the sleep flew out of my eyes and I felt very depressed and bitter bitterness In my throat and my condition worsens day after day, and this is reflected on my wife and children and all my life and I do not know what to do?
But Ayman had to choose the first thing: to deprive his beloved mother of a drop of water at the last moment of her life for fear of her and to comply with the doctor's orders; because the two right-hand owners of the consciences of living The conscience of his conscience and feel that he was a shortcoming in the right of his late mother !!
You have never intended to torture your mother nor deprive her of water, and make sure that she understands that and learns well and will not get angry at you in her other life, how do you expect from the heart of good affection to be angry at any person; The orphanages are the most of them in our Arab homeland, and the poor of the oppressed, miserable and countless peoples. There is nothing wrong with giving charity to the poor and orphanages in the spirit of your mother. ; Helping them materially and more useful than building mosques, Vlbo Their purpose is the places of connections and help, not places of prayer, and what is the most water in Egypt (the gift of the Nile), but its people are poor and oppressed and lost their rights for more than sixty years .. And God bless you from all evil and guided you to the path.
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