My life has been arranged so, that I did not disdain anything sinful and committed disgusting acts instigated by the Devil all the time. As regards to prayer, I did not pray except for some rare occasions; when I was among praying people.
My seven years old son Marvan who was deaf mute had absorbed the faith in Allah through the milk of his righteous mother. Once in the evening at the sunset, me and Marvan were home alone when I was laying and going through my mind planning the next day. I was thinking how to spend it with our friends and where to go when Marvan, who was standing in front of me, had interrupted my thoughts as if he wanted to say something. I got up to listen to him and he asked me with gesticulation: "Daddy, why aren't you praying?"
Then he lifted his hand to the sky and pointed that Allah is watching me. He had witnessed my disgusting actions quite often. I was surprised how he had addressed it to me. Then suddenly he started crying. Feeling sorry for him, I wanted to hug and calm him down, but he tore loose from me and got locked in the bathroom. That had worried me a little, but soon he came out with ablution. Most likely he had learned that from his mother, who never stopped admonishing me; however, her efforts were vain. She also knew the Holy Qur'an by heart, and tried to inoculate faith in God to her siblings.
Marvan came to me asking to wait a little, and stood up for prayer. After the prayer he took the Holy Qur'an and opened the Surah Mary without going through pages. He pointed me the verse:
"O my father! surely I fear that a punishment from the Beneficent Allah should afflict you so that you should be a friend of the Satan".
(The Holy Quran, Surah 19. "Mary", verse 45)
Then he cried so badly that I also cried with him. We could not come down for a long time, and then he got up, wiped off my tears, kissed my head and hand and with familiar gestures said: "Oh, father! Start praying while you are alive, before the punishment has befallen you".
There was such a persevering request in his eyes as if it would solve his destiny. I swear the Allah, I went through such a fear that I begun to rush about the house and kept turning lights on. My son had followed me from room to room and kept looking at me with amazement. Then he snubbed me, and said with gestures: "Leave the light. Let's go to the big mosque",-meaning the Prophet's (pbuh) mosque. I said: "All right, let's go to the mosque near our house." But he kept insisting on visiting the Prophet's (pbuh) mosque, and we went there. I had experienced the strongest fear and trembling. Then we entered the "Ravza"; the place between the minbar and the room where the Prophet (pbuh) was buried. It was over flown with people. There I had prayed the night prayer with everybody. During the prayer imam had recited the words of Allah:
"O you who believe! do not follow the footsteps of the Satan, and whoever follows the footsteps of the Satan, then surely he bids the doing of indecency and evil; and were it not for Allah's grace upon you and His mercy, not one of you would have ever been pure, but Allah purifies whom He pleases; and Allah is Hearing, Knowing".
(The Holy Quran, Surah 24. "The Light", verse 21)
I had inexpressible feelings that I couldn't help crying. Marvan was standing near me and also was crying; more likely with sorrow for me. At one point he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped off my tears. After the prayer I kept crying, and he was wiping off my tears. I had sat like that in the mosque for about an hour, and then Marvan had worried about my condition and said: "It is enough father, don't be afraid. Let's go home".
That was the best night; I could say that I was reborn. My wife and children met us home and when they saw my condition all of them got upset and started crying. But nobody knew what was wrong. Then Marvan explained them: "Dad had prayed in the Prophet's (pbuh) mosque".
My wife was happy to hear that. Undoubtedly, it was result of her education. I told her what happened between me and Marvan. I asked her if he acted upon her request. She swore three times that she didn't say anything to Marvan. Then she said: "Praise be to Allah, Who has guided you to the right path".
This was the best night.
As for now, praise be to Allah, I don't miss any prayer and pray in the mosque. I have left all my bad friends. I have felt the taste of faith, which I didn't have before; and was reflected on my face. My life makes sense now. There is love and mutual understanding with my wife, children and particularly with my death- and- dumb son, Marvan whom I love the most. How I cannot love him when due to him Allah have guided me to the right path.
Source: IslamHous
http://www.kavkazcenter.com/eng/content/2010/03/14/11689.shtml
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