The days passed, but the words of that man kept ringing in my ears until one day I saw a beautiful slave girl being sold in the market.  So my heart was hooked and fell in love with her.  I then bought her and married her.  I lived so happily with the woman that I could forget my past which was full of immoral actions.  I started to keep living in kindness, especially after I was blessed with a beautiful daughter. 

However, my happiness did not last long.  My wife died and left my daughter to be motherless.  After my wife's death I lived as a widower for two years.  There was no desire anymore in my heart to marry again.  I just wanted to raise my daughter, my only daughter  who was everything to me. 

One day, coming home from working, I saw my daughter lying on the bed, moaning in pain.  I tried to find medicine for her and asked many healers to cure her.  But, Allah's provision was stronger and faster than mine.  My daughter finally died in my lap.  I held her tight to my chest and wished her back to life.  My tears rolled down her lifeless body.  I called out her name and struggled with sorrow.  My heart shattered into pieces.  Then I realized that I could only surrender to Allah.  My daughter had passed away, leaving me and this real life towards the after one. 

(Continued) 

Translated from "101 Kisah Teladan"  written by  Muhammad Amin al-Jundi, Indonesian translation by Safrudin Edi Wibowo, Lc