Leader Must Love People More Than Himself


Medina was still dark. Shrouded night. Night have not yet begun to move in the morning. The atmosphere is quiet. Populated by a swing bed asleep. Only the sound of the wind hitting the desert trees and buildings along the biting cold.

A man walking alone darkness. See halls house the people of Medina. This may be unusual. Not unusual for people who do not have a purpose. Step foot into deep darkness of the night. Ignoring the chill night air. 

What are you looking for him? Are night it was so important to him? Night keeps growing. Until the man was stopped and stood near a small house.

The man heard a woman's voice. Dialogue between mother and son. The old woman told her son mixing the milk to be sold with water. "Mother Tongue. Commander of the Faithful prohibit such actions," said her son. "But, Commander of the Faithful was not with us", said her mother. "Even if we do not see the Commander of the Faithful, God always watch over us," said his son. Men standing near the house was stunned when he heard mother and her son.

Men who walked Burned night, and explore the alleys of the medina, none other than the Caliph Umar Ibn Kaththab. When people fall asleep and rest at night, instead it surrounds Medina, wants to know the state of its citizens. 

Not satisfied with just the statements of its officials. Caliph Umar wanted to see first hand the situation of its people. Are there any people who can not sleep at night, because the stomach is hungry? Are the people who need help? Old women, widows, and orphans, they could not hungry. Umar willing to not sleep at night. It is feared that the people there are starving.

Caliph Umar Ibn Kaththab who loved his people, his mind constantly overshadowed dialogue between mother and son. 

Umar was really touched the girl's speech. Then, in the morning he gathered all his sons, and describing the dialogue between mother and son, he heard his sons, when he made a visit to the houses at night. Umar told of his son to marry son of that woman. 

Then, one of his sons named Asim, a show of hands, expressed his desire to marry the son of the woman "Then go and nikah with her. Would you come with a rider who dominated the Arab nation," said Umar.


Asim marry the daughter of a pious and dutiful. husband and wife who live their lives. Then, Allah Almighty has ordained them a child, young woman named Layla. Girls are so pretty and soft. 

Next, Layla tread life, and get the care and guidance of his parents, pious, son of Umar Ibn Kaththab. When, Layla reached the age of marriage, he was courted by Abdul Aziz bin Marwan bin Hakam, a ruler of the children after his brother Marwan Abdul Malik bin Marwan. 

After the marriage, Layla brought to court by her husband, Abdul Aziz, and the join between glory and devotion. A husband and istteri (Layla-Abdul Aziz) by Allah Almighty, was awarded a tad soft, bright, handsome, and very pleasant to look at. 

They agreed to name the name of his grandfather al-Faruq Umar Ibn Khattab radi 'anhu. At last, born a boy named Umar bin Abdul Aziz, who gathered in the glory of her two children, father and mother, are still descendants of Ibn Umar Kaththab.

One day, Umar Ibn Kaththab wake up feeling happy. Then, he said: "Happy is that if any of my descendants who fill this world with justice, as the world is filled with injustice," he muttered. In the course of his life, young Umar bin Abdul Aziz, grow amid the fragrance of faith, and science. 

At that time, the holy city of Medina, there are Companions of the Prophet sallallaahu alayhi wa salam. So, Umar bin Abdul Aziz, still had time to gain knowledge of them. Umar bin Abdul Aziz has met with Abdullah bin Umar radi 'anhuma. "O my mother, I want to be like my uncle - that Abdullah bin Umar rahdiyallahu 'Amr". Listening to the son, how happy her mother. "You will certainly become like your uncle. You will be like him!", Replied her mother.

When Umar bin Abdul Aziz, Governor of Madinah, and living room, always fulled by people who are good, honest scholars and experts of Islamic law. The room is always filled with the recollection of God and the discussions useful knowledge. Until, one day deliver his servants to be hit, before beating the waiter said: 

"O Umar! Remember that the next night to end," says the waiter. While listening to the speech server, Umar bin Abdul Aziz, then change completely. The whole life changed. He left all forms of luxury. Delicious food, beautiful dresses, made of silk, he lived worldly pleasures.

Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal rahimahullah narrated a hadith: "Verily, Boze Blessed and Exalted, will awaken every hundred years to renew oran (reformer) of the religion to the people". Hence, Imam Ahmad said: "We see the first hundred years, it was Umar bin Abdul Aziz", he added.

Umar was far away from glamour with triple talaq (divorce ba'in). It was the reason that drove him to leave the pleasures of the world. 

He coughed. It does not create buildings, and not stacking bricks on bricks others. He is a very humble. Dent his eyes flowed with tears grains. Umar would always remember death. 

Muqatil bin Hayyan vol recalled: "I never prayed behind Umar bin Abdul Aziz. When he read the verse" And they stop. Indeed, they asked. "And that sentence is repeated, so that Umar could not continue reading, because crying.

The reign of Umar bin Abdul Aziz is very short. Just less than two years. But, across the country to seek justice. In fact, when after Ramadan, not yet discovered all over the country, people are entitled to a charity. Umar bin Abdul Aziz is Caliph pious, just, and ascetic.


When he died only leave two pieces of clothes, which he adopted, and rugs, which he used to receive guests. In fact, he is a good caliph as and grandfather.

So, there a lesson can get from Umar bin khattab and abdul aziz story, leader who care to his people and don't wanna feel the pleasure money and greed. Just want to do his amanah and leadership as best as. 

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