** Who reads do not cry huh? I like this post, even though I have repeatedly read it. **

In a beautiful simple house, a married couple who had entered the age of twilight.
The couple is blessed with two grown children who have an established life.

The husband is a pensioner, while his wife is a housewife.
The couple prefer to stay home, they refuse when their sons and daughters offer to move with them.

Be them, an almost ancient couple, spending the rest of their time, in a house that has witnessed millions of events, in the family.

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A sunset at a mosque not far from their house, the wife did not find the sandals she wore to the mosque.
While busy looking, her husband came over and asked intimately:
Why Mom?
His wife turned to answer: Sandal Mother did not meet,
Sir".
"Yes already use this alone", said her husband, while thrusting his slippers.
Although a little hesitant, the wife still wearing sandals, with a heavy heart.

Obeying her husband's words is her habit.
He rarely denied what his husband had said.
Understanding the ire of his wife, the husband tightens his hand on his wife's hand.

However my attempt to thank my wife's leg, which has sustained my life for decades, will never be worth what she has done.

The always running legs open the door for me, when I get home from work,

The legs that have driven my children to school tirelessly, and the legs that ran the various places looking for my various needs and my children.

The wife looked at her husband with a genuine smile, and they directed her steps toward the house, a happy place together

Due to the advanced age and diabetes that he suffered, the wife began experiencing vision problems.
When he had trouble tidying his nails, the husband gently grabbed the nail clippers from his wife's hand.
The fingers that began to wrinkle, in his grip began to be tidied up, and when finished the husband kissed the fingers gently, and murmured:
Thank you, ma'am ".
No, Mother, who should be thanking you, has helped cut her nails, she blushed.

Thank you for all the great work I can not do.
I was amazed, how incredible Mother. I know all will not be repaid until whenever ", said her husband sincerely.

Two clear points hung in the corner of her wife's eyes.
Do you talk so?
I'm glad for everything. Sir, what we've been through together, is something extraordinary.
Mothers are always grateful, for all that is bestowed on our families, good or bad.
Everything we can face together.

It's a good Friday, after a few rainy days.
That afternoon, the husband was preparing to perform the worship of the Friday Prayers,
After saying good-bye to his wife, he turned once more to his wife, staring right into his eyes, before finally walking away.
There was no unusual mark in her eyes and her feelings, until a few knocked on the door, carrying news she had never expected.
Apparently that afternoon the beloved husband has completed his journey in the world.
He has returned to his Creator, while he was performing the Friday Prayer, precisely as he sat reading the End Tasyahud.

Still in a perfectly seated position, with a forefinger towards the Qiblah, he faces the Almighty.
"Innaa Lillaahi Wainnaa ilaihi Rooji'uun"

"Subhanallah, really the end of a beautiful journey of life", so the jama'ah mumble, after realizing it was gone, at the end of Friday prayers ....

The wife imagined, the last gaze of her husband, when going to go to the mosque.
Tucked into question in his heart, could it be a sign of separation, a substitute for the words "Goodbye ..
Or maybe her husband worry to leave her alobe in this world. There is an upset hanging on the heart of his wife, Although there are still children who will take care of it,

But losing a husband who had been with him for decades, enough to shake him. But he did not reduce a bit, sincerity at his heart, which could hamper his husband's trip, facing the Creator.

In prayer, he always begs for strength, in order to survive and also begs for her husband to be placed, in a proper place.

Thankyou very much