Published Sep 10, 2022
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Dad & Daughter's Heart Wrenching Story - Part 3

Published Sep 10, 2022
2 mins read
418 words

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 2 :

   On the way my daughter said; Dad, are you taking me to grandma's house? Dad, are you going to buy me toys? Dad, where are we going? Dahiya cries heartily and the incident is being narrated. O Messenger of Allah! I did not answer the girl's questions.

She kept asking where did I go for so many years? Sometimes she kisses my mouth, sometimes she puts her arms around my neck. But I don't say anything. Going to a place, I made her sit nearby and started digging her grave myself.
The Holy Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) is hearing the incident from the mouth of Dahiya and is crying. When my daughter saw that her father is working hard in the sun, she got up and came to me. She takes off the small dupatta that was around her neck and wipes the sand from my face and says; Why Baba are you working in the sun? Get into the shade. Why dad are you digging this place? Baba, it is hot, come to the shade. And at the same time, my sweat and dirt are being cleaned by her. But I did not feel pity. Finally, when the grave was dug, my daughter came to me. I pushed her. She fell into the grave and I started throwing sand on her. The girl cried from the grave and held her small hands in front of me and said; Baba, I don't take toys. Dad, I don't go to grandma's house. Baba, if you don't like my appearance, I will never come before you. Dad don't hit me like that or throw sand into the grave , O' Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace. I did not even feel sorry to hear his words.

    When the clay was finished and her head was left….

Since this is a real story and a bit long please do endure it…. And to know what happened later stay tuned for the final part.

Plz do like & support & share this story among your friends. 

-Redbird

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