Hello friends, 

      Hope all of you are doing fine.. I am here with continuation of a heart wrenching real story which occurred more than 1450 years ago of islamic calendar.

In the name of Allah the Beneficent the most Merciful.
All praise is due to Allah the Almighty, Lord of the Universe.
May peace and blessings be upon Prophet Muhammad s.a.w, His beloved Messenger.

Continuation of part 1 :

Hazrat Dahiya Qalbi began to say; O Messenger of Allah, my wife was pregnant and I had to go to another country for some work. On departure, I told my wife that if a son was born, to raise him, if a daughter was born, to bury her alive. Dahiya is crying and narrating the incident. When I came back home after a long time, I knocked on the door. Meanwhile, a little girl opened the door and asked who? I said: Who are you? So the girl said; I am the daughter of the owner of this house. who are you? Dahiya began to say; O Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, it came out of my mouth: If you are the daughter of the owner of this house, then I am the owner of this house. O Messenger of Allah! It was too late for the words to come out of my mouth when this little girl grabbed me by my legs and started saying; Baba Baba Baba Baba Where did you go? Baba, how long have I been waiting for you? Hazrat Dahiya is crying heartily and says; O Prophet of Allah! I pushed the daughter and went and asked the wife; Who is this girl? The wife started crying and said; Gift! This is your daughter. O Messenger of Allah! I felt no pity. I thought I was the chief of the tribe. If I don't bury my daughter, people will say that you keep burying our daughters and love your daughter. Tears began to flow from Hazrat Dahiya's eyes. O Messenger of Allah, that girl was very beautiful, very cute. My heart wanted to hug her. Then I thought that people would not say these things later that when it was his daughter's turn, why didn't he bury her alive? I left the house after getting my daughter ready, my wife grabbed my feet. Don't hit him. Dahiya This is your daughter. A mother is a mother after all. I pushed my wife back and walked with the baby. 

On the way……….

Stay tuned to know what happened with the girl and what happened to  hazrat Dahiya qalbi radi allahu anhu.

-Redbird✒