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KabStory, page : 11
lips move, indicating a response to my greetings.
Sometimes, when I was offering a voluntary prayer, I noticed the
Prophet, praise and peace be upon him, glance in my direction, but
whenever I looked up he looked away from me.
No one can know the pain I felt for having disobeyed him, nor yet the
loneliness or deep regret except the other two.
One day I was passing by the garden of my very dear cousin, Abu
Kataddhi. I decided to climb over the garden wall and there he was, I
greeted him but he did not return the greeting. I pleaded with him
saying: "Don't you know I love you in the Name of Allah and His
Messenger?" But he only looked at me and said: "Allah and His
Messenger know best." When I heard this I couldn't hold back my
tears, I wept and returned home.
The next day I went to the market and heard a bedouin from Syria
who had come to sell some grain making inquiries about me. The
Sometimes, when I was offering a voluntary prayer, I noticed the
Prophet, praise and peace be upon him, glance in my direction, but
whenever I looked up he looked away from me.
No one can know the pain I felt for having disobeyed him, nor yet the
loneliness or deep regret except the other two.
One day I was passing by the garden of my very dear cousin, Abu
Kataddhi. I decided to climb over the garden wall and there he was, I
greeted him but he did not return the greeting. I pleaded with him
saying: "Don't you know I love you in the Name of Allah and His
Messenger?" But he only looked at me and said: "Allah and His
Messenger know best." When I heard this I couldn't hold back my
tears, I wept and returned home.
The next day I went to the market and heard a bedouin from Syria
who had come to sell some grain making inquiries about me. The