Islamic Exemplary Stories

The Secret of the Beautiful Jewel of Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid.

_Rahasia Permata Indah Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid.

       Some people tell stories: 

       I lived in Baghdad for a long time. One day there was a house that collapsed and needed to be repaired immediately. I also went to a place where there are usually workers waiting for their work. I got there and looked around for a good, diligent worker. So I was attracted to a boy about twelve years old.he looked handsome yet a little thin in body. When I looked at him and he asked: 

       "Do you need me to work?" he asked me. 

       "Right, I need energy to help me. Will you work with me on this han?" I answer the question. 

       "I am willing to work, but on some conditions" he replied. 

       "What condition is that?" 

       "My salary is one dirham a day, and when prayer time comes, allow me to pray together, that's the condition!" answer the young man. 

       "That's it!" "I, that's it," she replied. "Alright, I accept that condition" I told him. The young man then worked satisfactorily, the results were quite encouraging. He doesn't know stealing bones, or tricking by stealing time. In the morning, when I gave him food for breakfast, he refused on the grounds that he was fasting. At the time of Zohor prayer, I allow him to go to congregation, then he returned to continue his work until the time of Asar, then he went again to pray asar congregation, too, then he returned and worked again until the time of the Maghreb. I saw this young man not only persevering in his work, but he did not stop working, but after entering Maghrib time, where he would open his fast. Where can people hold up like that. Been constantly at work, he fasted anyway. I felt sorry for him, so I went to him and forbade him to work, too much. 

       "Don't work too much and sampal through the Maghrib," I said telling him to stop working. He smiled, then replied: 

       "Indeed I used to work until the time of the Maghrib," he replied modestly. 

       "Not that I don't like you working hard, but feel sorry for yourself a little" I advised. 

       "Thank you, sir" he replied again. 

       After he finished his work, he continued to work on Maghrib prayers. Then I came to him and gave him his salary, which was two dirhams, even though our promise was only one dirham. 

       "Why two dirhams?" he asked. 

       "Because you have worked until night, and your work is quite satisfying and very good, I like that because I pay an extra dirham again," I said to him. 

       "No way, we have to keep to the terms that we have agreed to." I wonder why he does not want to receive more reward, if others must be considered stupid. 

       "Can't, you gotta take more of this!" I ordered in a little loud voice. 

       "Not that I don't want to, but I can't accept it, because it's been against the terms and promises" the young man replied. 

       The young man then left and left me. I didn't care about it anymore because he refused the addition I gave him. Let him be, my heart says. Likes him. By morning, I could see that he was no longer coming to my place to work. Where is he the young man? Why didn't he come. Perhaps he was angry, if I were to force him to accept more? I went to look for it in its original place, but I did not find it there. I asked his friends, so I was told that the young man only came to his place on Saturday. It's magical! Where did he go the other day? The next Saturday, I went back to looking for him. 

       It was true, the young man was in his place. I asked him to work on the same conditions as before. He came and worked earnestly and vigorously, as before, though he remained in a state of fasting. When I asked him about the other days, where was he? She refused to tell me and I did not want to force her, knowing she did not like it. On the third Saturday, I came looking for him, in that place, but he was not in his usual place. His friend told me that he was sick in a hut superimposed by people. I felt sorry for him when I heard he was sick. The merchant apparently he, has no fixed house. I went to observe him, and I found him lying on the ground without a mat and pillow. The more sad my heart was to see his fairly poor condition. Yet he remained so, unimpressed by his heart-wrenching circumstances. His face was even more radiant than usual. 

       "My son!" I said, "how are you?" 

       "Thank God, I'm just a little sick" he replied. 

       "Is there something I need to help you with?" I encouraged him to help with anything, if he wanted to. 

       "Yes, what a coincidence, there really is" he replied. 

       "What's he?" 

       "Who is this kid?" askaku want a description. 

       "I am a servant of God!" the answer. I kept looking at his face full of signs. "Remember, don't forget what I ordered earlier" he said. 

       "Good!" short answer. 

       Then I left there and left him. The next morning I went to the hut, it was true that the young man was dead, his face was glowing and his lips were smiling happily. I immediately bathed him and wrapped his corpse in his shirt, where I first tore his pocket, and I found in it a large jewel, which, of course, was very expensive. Then I sholted it and buried it near the hut. Then I tafakkur briefly recalled the young man's meeting with me, and how honest he was in his actions. Of course he's a great guardian, which many people don't know. Then I left the place back to my home. For a few days I thought about how I could pass the precious message to his master. I thought about it, until I remembered that Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid often went through a place to look around the market. So I waited there for a few days, so that one day it was true that Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid was passing there on his throne. 

       "My lord!" my screams. All his guards were shocked and tried to confront me from reaching Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid. Fortunately the Caliph pointed out that I was allowed to come near him. "My lord! I have a message for my Lord" I said respectfully. 

       "What's he?" ask Caliph. I showed him the jewel. Looking at the jewel, unexpectedly, Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid screamed as loud as he could, then fainted. The guards were misled with each other, when they saw the Caliph fainting. I was then arrested, the Caliph's good fortune soon realized, I was released. I was ordered by the Caliph to follow him to the palace. Apparently he did not want to continue his retirement. Of course, this jewel matter is very important to the Caliph. When in the palace, I was asked by the Caliph: 

       "Where did you get this gem?" ask Caliph. 

       "The servant was given by a young man who had worked with me, my Lord," I answered respectfully. 

       "Well, where is he now?" ask the Caliph again. 

       "He's dead, my lord," I replied. 

       "Have you died?!" 

       "Yes, my lord." 

       "Innaa Lillaahi Wa Innaa llalhi Rajiuun" the Caliph said. "Really?" 

       "Really, Milord. I am the one who organized the body" I cried with fear and worry, for I saw the Caliph turn his face in sorrow. 

       "Ouch!" the Caliph complained, and then he cried. I was scared and worried. What is the secret of this jewel? let me not be punished by the Caliph. He seems to be so sad. I stayed there waiting for the next question from the Caliph, while his guards surrounded me to keep me from trying to escape, presumably. 

       After Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid had calmed down, he then told me in a low voice full of sadness. 

       "Tell me, how did you meet the owner?" while showing the jewel in his hand. I told the young man everything about him to Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid, and he listened to him quietly, and sometimes his tears flowed. After I finished my story to him, I heard him say: 

       "Blessed is my son! You know, my son, I'm really sorry for what happened to you!" Then the Caliph called someone from inside the palace. Not long after came a woman who was a little half-aged. Seeing that I was there, he then resigned himself again, but Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid hinted that he might come forward and sit next to him. Then the Caliph showed me the jewel. As soon as he saw the jewel, the woman screamed and fainted. After he regained consciousness, he asked: 

       "O your majesty! How did you get this gem?" The Caliph then turned to me and said: 

       "Tell me what you told me!" I also recounted once again what happened between me and the young man, one by one, until it was finished. While hearing my story, while crying the woman. 

       Then she screamed: "Oh my son! Oh my heart! How long your mother missed you all this time. How happy I am if you are beside me. I can feed you and drink, and I can take care of you, and take care of you. Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid then said to me: 

       "Thank you so much for returning this message to me. Not only that, even you have brought the news to me about my self-destructive son. He is my dear child, as well as his mother.he always visits the priests, the teachers, the clever and the saints. When I was crowned Caliph, he didn't like it very much, he kept me away, then escaped from me. But often he came to his mother to tell her things and circumstances. I once gave this gem to his mother to give it to him, so that it would be sold whenever he needed money for his life. But apparently he kept this gem, and now he's returned it to us. How we live our lives we don't know. Nor do we know where he lives, in the city, in the jungle, in which village, only God knows. For years we waited for him to come back, but it was empty. We wanted him to come to see us, even for a moment, so that we could see his face, but now only the news reached us, and it was sad news. Apparently he's been leaving us for ever!" The Caliph then cried bitterly, and I also cried the same. 

       "My lord!! Your son is a guardian," I want to please the Caliph. "Yes, that's where he's headed" replied Caliph. la meditated for a moment, then asked: "Show me where my son's grave is? I want to visit him." "Alright, Milord. Servant is willing to send my master there" I replied. On the appointed day, I took the Caliph with his entourage to the grave of his son. Caliph Harun Ar-Rashid stood on his son's belly button sadly and shed tears. I left them there and went back to my house. It indeed left a deep impression that was hard to forget in my heart. I prayed: "Oh Allah! Give us your guidance and help in living in this mortal realm, and have mercy on us all, for You are All-Hearing, All-Pitying!" Amen! 

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