The story of the civil servant who Hajj overnight and Meet Rasulullah

This story is about a neighbor I know when I was in college. Call it his name Mr. Arif. Maybe he was too honest, or maybe he was not cheating.

Unlike his friends, thirty years as a civil servant, Mr. Arif's life never changed. While his friends, somehow, can already buy a house and even a car.

Not that he did not want to be rich. He wants to have a lot of money. He wants to go to Hajj. With kosher money of course.

Thus each month he gradually set aside a few tens of thousands. Sometimes it can be several hundred thousand. Every night he prayed to be given sustenance can perform the pilgrimage.

But perhaps God has not accepted him as a guest in his house: every few million, his money is always reduced-sometimes exhausted-for medical expenses. Or maybe it was because he was too good: if everything was all right, there was always something to take his savings; He often can not bear to see there are people who trouble.

Sometimes, he takes his savings every time he sees his neighbor's difficulty paying tuition. Or when there is disaster news, he always takes his savings to help. And strangely enough, it seemed that he was destined to meet the troubled people.

Over the years, his savings were much more used to help people. Of course we understand now why his savings is never enough for the cost of hajj, let alone the cost every year continues to rise. But he kept on praying to get to the Holy Land, and keep saving, though his savings never increased.

Mr. Arif is now retired. He could no longer save a lot. The money is enough for everyday but can always set aside a little money to save, though in the end it is also because to help people.

Is he desperate? No. He still prayed, with the same prayer as thirty years ago. Until one night on the night of the ninth month of pilgrimage, he dreamed of being in Mecca. He performed all the rituals of Hajj-tawaf, wuquf and so on. In his dream, when wuquf he visited Kanjeng Prophet Muhammad SAW.

It awakens just as dawn prayer. He wept, for it was a dream. But he was happy to dream of meeting Kanjeng Prophet.

A week after the dream he had early in the morning the guests arrived. Acknowledged emissary from his former boss, who had just been on Haj with ONH plus. The messenger said to him, "according to my father's pledge, I am sent to deliver his memories which Mr. Arif asked to print."

The messenger submitted a photograph. Pak arif looked at the photograph for a long time: he had never been to Arafat, but in the photograph it appeared that the boss was sitting with Mr. Arif wearing an ihram suit in the Arafat field.

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