Brotherhood for Allah Most High's sake
Muáth Ibn Jabal “The beloved of the Beloved”
“By Allah, I love you Muáth.” My beloved Rasool told me.
“Oh my Beloved, and I love thee!”
“Remembrance Allah after each prayer Muáth, through my love, repeat it three,
For your dhikr and shukr and perfect worship oh Allah assist me”
“Muáth, the most knowledgeable of the companions in the halal and haram, to
Farewell it was, today I part my Beloved, his luminous face after this day I may not see.
I came to the Masjid’s door where I met my Noor peace and blessings on you Habeeb.
He took my hand in his, and lovingly admonished me;
Oh Múath I advise you the advice of an affectionate brother, I advise you to have fear of Allah, and to speak the truth, and to fulfill your promises, return what you have been entrusted with, leave treachery, have mercy on the orphan, and protect the neighbor, hold back your anger , and be humble and kind, spread salam, and talk kindly, hold steadfast to your faith, understand and learn the Quran, love the next world, and have fear of the account, have short hope in life and perfect your works, Oh Muáth remember Allah at every stone and plant you pass by, and with every new sin have a new repentance, if it be in secrecy then in secrecy, and if it be openly then openly, often visit the sick, and hasten to the needs of the widows and the needy, and give people their right over you, and say the truth, and don’t let any ones blame affect you.
I still recall his last loving words “Make your deen sincere unto Allah and small works will suffice you”
Oh beloved of Allah tell me about the most beloved deeds to Allah “Make sure that day and night pass on you while your tongue is moist with the remembrance of Allah”
I rode my mount and He Habibi walked beside me, “Oh Mua’th you might not see me again after this year of mine, and you might pass by this Masjid of mine and my grave…” At this, my tears rained heavily… my air, my light, my beloved, Rasooly!
He blessings and peace be upon him tried to condole me, “Do not cry Muáth, crying has its due time to come, crying is from satan”. He gave Madeena a glance and said “The most deserving of me are the God-fearing who they were and wherever they were.”
With our love for each other in the sake of He Who created this love in our hearts, we parted, with tears, with dúa, with advice… with no hope of reunion in this world.
At the 11th year after Hijra I returned to the Hijaz, first to Makkah, for it was hajj season, Omar was appointed by Abu Bakr over the Hajj sermon.
Abu Bakr, and Omar the fragrance of the beloved envelopes them, they are the beloved of the Habeeb
After we held each other and cried in ones’ arms for long, me and Omar sat and recalled our memories with Rasool Allah.
I entered Madeena, I hastened to the Hujra where the Habeeb lies, I gave my salams and remembered his promise as I shed tears.
“By Allah ya Rasool Allah I love you”