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No sooner did Mu'aawiyah hear of what had happened than he came out announcing to the people
that the prophecy was right, and the Messenger (PBUH) really prophesied that `Ammaar was going to be
killed by the tyrant party. But who killed `Ammaar? Then he shouted to the people of his party, "He was
surely killed by those who came with him out of his house and brought him to the battle." Some people
who were inclined towards that interpretation were deceived, and the battle continued till the end.
As for `Ammaar, Imam `Aliy carried him on his chest to where he and the other Muslims prayed,
and then he was buried in his own clothes. Yes, in his blood-smeared clothes which had a pure and good
smell. No silk material in the whole world could have been more suitable for the shroud of a graceful
martyr and a great saint like `Ammaar.
Muslims stood at his grave wondering. A few hours before, `Ammaar had been singing over the
battlefield, filled with the delight of the tired stranger who was returning happily home. He had been
shouting, "Today I meet the dear ones, Muhammad and his Companions." Did he have a meeting time
with them, an exact time to wait for him?
Some Companions approached each other, inquiring. One of them asked, "Do you remember the
twilight of that day in Al Madiinah when we were sitting with allah's Messenger (PBUH) and suddenly
his face brightened and he said, "Paradise is longing for `Ammaar'?" His friend answered, "Yes, on that
day he mentioned others, among which were' `Aliy, Salmaan and Bilaal."
Paradise then was longing for `Ammaar. The longing remained for a long time while he was urging
it to wait in order to accomplish all his tasks and complete the last of his achievements. He did them all
following his conscience and feeling delight for his achievement. Was it not then time to comply with the
call of longing coming from Paradise? Sure, it was: good is rewarded by good. That was how he threw
aside his lance and went.
When the dust of his grave was being leveled on his body by his companions, his soul was
embracing its happy destiny there in the eternity of Paradise that was longing for `Ammaar!.