KISAH NABI ZAKARIA

PRAYS NO TIRED

The sky was turning to red in the dusk. The sun was sinking in the west horizon. It was peaceful and quiet. Then a soft voice was heard from the musholla.
“Ohh Allah … I am already old. My gray hair falls white. I am weak now. Don’t let me be lonely …,” whispered Prophet Zakaria. Prophet Zakaria prayed softly.
“Please Allah, grand me a son. You know that my wife cannot get pregnant. You are so caring. Please, give me a disciple Islam.”
Apparently, Prophet Zakaria was longing for a son who would become the leader of his religion in the name of Allah. Prophet Zakaria kept on praying. He never got bored or annoyed by Allah.
“Ohh Allah .....,” cried Prophet Zakaria sobbing, “Oh ….. my Allah, I am already old … Now I have come before you … I still believe that You are going to grant my wish.” Prophet Zakaria closed his lips. Slowly, he look up to the sky.
“Grant me a wise son, “ whispered Prophet Zakaria, crying. Suddenly, he broke out crying. Prophet Zakaria sobbed furiously. Then he felt chehurt. Prophet Zakaria feel in the mihrab, and fainted.
A moment later, he regained consciousne. He stretched his body and sit up again. Apparently, Allah had granted his wish. Angel Gabriel had come to bring good news.
“Rejoice Zakaria, Allah has granted you with a boy. Your son will be named Yahya. No boy has been named Yahya before,” said Gabriel.
“Can’t my wife give a birth ? Isn’t she sterile ?”
“By Allah’s will, your wife will give a birth to Yahya.”
“Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah. You are indeed the almighty.”
One year later Yahya was born, Prophet Zakaria was so happy.
Prophet Zakaria, his wife and Yahya was well-known for their kindnees, they always delivered good deeds. In the future than, Allah would make Yahya a Prophet, he would continue his father’s teaching.