I marvel at the delicious irony of life sometimes.

I prepared a 30-hour series on the “Rights of the Parents” over the period of a whole year, with hundreds and hundreds of pages of commentary, with one key objective: to get all the Muslims to realise the value and importance of their Parents and then to seek Allah’s forgiveness for our inevitable shortcomings when that fact suddenly dawns.

Yet the video below will establish this fact in indescribable fashion and in only a few minutes. It just goes to show that all you need to convey this most fundamental message is sincerity, six minutes and a camera. May Allah reward all of those involved in producing and promoting this piece of work.

 

 

By the way, when you’ve stopped crying, recognise your guilt and now do something about it. May Allah give us all the tawfiq to do that which He commands us to.

Here is the original poem that the paralysed brother in the video, may Allah unite him with his parents in Firdaws al-A’la, quotes from:

 

أغرى امرؤ يوماً غلاماً جاهلاً * * * بنقوده كيما ينال به الوطر

One day a man tempted an ignorant boy
Using his money, in order to achieve his objective


قال ائتني بفؤاد أمك يا فتى * * * ولك الدراهم والجواهر والدرر

He said, “O young one, bring me the heart of your mother
And money, jewels and pearls will be yours!”


فمضى و أغرز خنجراً في صدرها * * * و القلب أخرجه و عاد على الأثر

So he went and plunged a dagger into her chest
And took out the heart and returned the way he came


لكنه من فرط سرعته هوى * * * فتدحرج القلب المعفر إذ عثر

But because of his haste, he fell
And the dusty heart rolled away as he stumbled


ناداه قلب الأم و هو معفر * * * ولدي حبيبي هل أصابك من ضرر

The heart of his mother called him, and he was covered in dust,
“My son! My beloved! Are you hurt?!”


فكأن هذا الصوت رغم حنوه * * * غضب السماء به على الولد انهمر

The voice, although it was so gentle, yet
It was like the wrath of the Heavens had fallen on the boy


ودرى فظيع خيانة لم يأتها * * * أحد سواه منذ تاريخ البشر

Thus he understood the enormity of his betrayal that nobody
Had committed but him in the history of mankind


فارتد نحو القلب يغسله بما * * * أجرت دموع العين من سيل العبر

So he rushed back to the heart washing it with the tears
Of his eyes that flowed from the flood of sorrow


و يقول يا قلب انتقم مني و لا * * * تغفر فإن جريمتي لا تغتفر

And he said, “O heart! Take your revenge from me and do not
Forgive, because my crime is unforgiveable.


و إذا غفرت فإنني أقضي انتـ * * *ـحارا مثل من قبلي انتحر

And if you forgive then surely I will kill myself
Like those before me who have committed suicide.”


فاستل خنجره ليقتل نفسه * * * طعناً فيبقى عبرة لمن اعتبر

So as he unsheathed his dagger to kill himself,
A stabbing that would remain as an example to those who seek lessons,


ناداه قلب الأم كف يداً و لا * * * تذبح فؤادي مرتين على الأث

The heart of the mother called him saying, “Stop your hand and do not
strike my heart twice in succession!”

 

This was said to be the work of the poet Ibrahim al-Mundhir but it is more likely the poem of the Christian poet Bishara al-Khouri who was actually the first President of Lebanon.

I expect to be rewarded for all my efforts in propagating this knowledge insha’Allah but I hope that the anonymous poster who brought this video to my attention in the previous post comment’s section receives double that reward.