After Death Communications

[ardianto]

Thank you very much, Jack. And I am sorry about the loss of your beloved daughter.

My English is not good. But I think you are talking about "message from deceased person", not "communicating with deceased person" like my assumption before.

Among Muslims you can find many stories about deceased person who send message to tell that he/she is okay at there. But usually it comes in form of dream. However, the message is not always good. I've ever heard from someone that he saw a deceased person in his dream that look sad and complained why his place is bad. This deceased person indeed, known as person who always neglected his religious duty when he was alive.

About dream. I've ever seen my wife and my father in my dream. But there was a dream that different. When I was 20 my father got illness and hospitalized in ICU. I accompanied him in the hospital until after midnight when my uncle told me to go home. So I went home and slept. But suddenly I woke up in the "white place" where everything was white. I looked around, and I saw my father. He was walking. I called him, but he didn't hear me. I called him again, and I tried to come to him. But I could not walk. I began to cry and scream to call him, but he was still walking into a 'light'. Suddenly I woke up from my sleep, and realize that my father had gone.

My father was an engineer who worked for government. he was a smart man. Rich?. yes!. But he return to Allah when I was 20 and still studied in university. Then my family financial condition began to down and down.

In mid of 20's I started my business. But I made many mistake. Then I lost many things and fell into bankruptcy. I tried to rise up, but instead of 'up' I 'down' lower. I began to depressed, lost my confidence, lost my hope, ...... until one night.

I was sitting alone in the dark at midnight. I closed my eyes. But suddenly I 'saw' my father. He smile at me and told me what he always told me when I got fail, "My son, when you were born you could not walk. But now you can walk. It's because you learned and tried to walk. So, my son, learn, if you want to be able to do something". Amazingly, I felt a strength arised in my heart. So I answer "I will not disappoint you, dad. I will not surrender. I will rise again!".

Next day I rode my motorcycle to a company and start to work as freelance salesman. I ignored negative comment from some people who looked down on me. I felt a power in my heart. Power that made me strong to face challenges.

Now I am no longer salesman. Now I can employ several employees, and get enough income from my main and side business. The love from my father made me strong to rise again. Love that he sent from 'the other side'.

 

[jack42155]

Thank you. This is the kind of story I'm looking for. Thank you and all your posts here for being so kind. If there are any more stories to tell I'd love to read them.

 

[ardianto]

You're welcome Jack. As people say, there are many mysteries in life that difficult to be understood. Okay, I will tell my another story.

I married my wife in 1994, just few weeks before my 27th birthday. We lived happily and have two children. But in mid of 2009 my wife felt something in her breast. So we went to hospital, and doctor said that was breast cancer. Then we started to cure her cancer. However, due to wrong method her cancer was getting worse, even cancer started attack her bones. Late of 2010 doctor removed her left breast and gave her chemotherapy. Her condition was getting better. In 2011 she could do activities normally although routinely got chemotherapy.

However, in 2012 her condition became bad again. Doctor in hospital said, the cancer active again and attacked her bones. Doctor also said, there's no hope. She could not walk when I brought her to our home, late of 2012. And when enter the year 2013 her condition was getting worse. She could not do anything. But I still take care her, pray, and hope a miracle. I believed that Allah would answer my prayer.

But one day she told me that she got a dream which she saw her father, her mother, and my mother. They smile at her and told her that they were waiting for her to be together again. I told my wife, that's just a dream, and she must believe that she would live longer. But Allah had written a destiny. She's gone at the afternoon, June 11, 2013. She buried next day, beside her father, near her mother, near my mother.

Two weeks later. I cleared a big display cabinet in the family room where I also use to put document and notes. Suddenly I saw a paper on the cabinet. I thought that was a not-important note. I thought to throw it to waste bin. But a strong feeling suddenly arose and prevent me. This feeling also told me to check that paper. I flipped that paper and I saw something that I was familiar, my wife's handwriting.

That was a short letter that she wrote in late of 2012. I read it, and I was so surprised. She knew that her life would be end soon. But she was sincere with it because she was grateful with happy life that she has ever had with me and our children. She was grateful because she had me as her husband. I read that letter, and I could not hold my tears.

We lived together as husband and wife for almost 19 years. We love each other. She always open to me, she always told me when she wrote something for me. But I didn't know about that letter. That letter was written in late of 2012 when she had lost her ability to walk. I don't know how that letter could be in a cabinet in another room. How she placed it at there?.

But one thing that I believe. Allah wanted to show me a love from my beloved wife, a love from 'the other side'. It made me believe that love is never die.


This is another story that I can write for you. And I give my stories for your collection.