REFERENCE TO THE LORD
A few years ago, our Head Office; He assigned me, together with 4 (four) of my friends, to recruit a civil servant in one of our provinces. We were going to hire 10 (ten) personnel in the province I mentioned and they would be assigned within the provincial directorate.
We 5 (five) friends got together and went with the one I mentioned. We landed at a previously reserved guesthouse. We didn't want anyone to hear about our arrival in this city. All five of us were of the opinion that let's win what we deserve and not give in to political and other pressures.
We knew that the participation in the exam would be intense and everyone would bother us with a reference, because that was the reality of Turkey. We were very careful for this.
We went to this city in the afternoon. We asked if there was a historical mosque to perform the afternoon prayer. We knew that this city was a little poor in terms of mosques. They said it was a historical mosque. Five friends jumped in our car and went there.
Nobody knows us, and the mosque is a bit outside the city anyway. Afternoon prayers were held, the courtyard of the mosque is empty. All five of us started to make ablutions by sitting in the fountain.
I was taking off my shoes and starting to peel off my socks when a clog landed in front of my feet. When I raised my head to see who left these clogs in front of me, I met a 25-year-old young man with a smile on my face:
“I know these places, you look like strangers; Service to those who pray earns Allah's consent. May Allah accept it!” said.
The young man's smile and behavior impressed us a lot.
I asked: “Who are you? What is your name?"
“My name is Bilal. I live in this neighborhood.”
I stopped performing ablution for a moment and started to take care of the young man.
“What are you busy with, Bilal?”
“I have no job for now. But hopefully I'll be back to work soon."
"How will it be?" I said.
Wearing the smile of peace and happiness on your face:
“After three days, a man will be recruited by examination at the Directorate. I hope my Lord will grant us the opportunity to enter there," he said.
My friends also listened to this dialogue between Bilal and me while they were performing ablution.
“Well, Bilal, it's hard to get a job these days, do you have a torpedo? Who is your reference? How are you going to get the job?”
I can never forget Bilal's resigned state! He uttered the word that had a devastating effect on all of us:
“My reference is Allah (CC)”; What a wonderful deputy He is our supreme creator. I submitted my petition to Him last night. Does he ever turn down an orphan's prayer?"
My God! What a job we got! I was trying so hard not to cry. I shouldn't have shown her that my eyes were misting up.
"Bilal

Don't you have a father?"
“No, he died when I was 3 years old. My mother raised me.”
It was on pure purity. He spoke from the heart of everything he said. It was in such a square that his heart almost hit his face.
“Did you do your military service?”
“I did it, as a sergeant.”
“Are you married, Bilal?” In an instant, his eyes fell to the ground. Again, that resigned mood covered his entire face.
“Hey, I'm not married, but verbal. Hopefully, I will have my wedding as soon as I get a job!”
"But Bilal, you speak so firmly for the exam 3 days later that it's like you won!"
He stared at the horizon, dived, fell silent, and after a moment said:
“I love my Lord

I believe he loves me too. Doesn't the lover help the lover?"
I couldn't find the words to say to him. It was almost as if Allah had sent us there to serve the great (!) principals, Bilal, his servant. Who is the manager, who is the poor?
When Bilal gave his petition to the high office, the angels took action, the department managers took action and they all started running towards him; because the order was of great authority. Could there be deprivation of a person who is the owner of Allah?
I kept asking:
“Bari Bilal, did you find a girl to marry? Who gives a girl to the orphan and the unemployed at this time?”
He nodded and added, “Right.”
“I got engaged hard. May Allah be pleased with him, the person who will be my father-in-law is not a so-called Muslim, but a true believer.
He said, “Where is the groom at this time in his prayers and supplications, it is Allah who provides the sustenance” and gave his daughter to me. I hope God will give us our sustenance."
Bilal was a high school graduate. Successfully passed the written exam attended by 300 (three hundred) people. And we put Bilal's reference first, putting aside all the references, including the Ministry, that were presented to us.
He didn't see us until the interview day. When he entered the interview, he was suddenly surprised to see us in front of him, his face reddened and his eyes fell to the ground.
I broke the silence: "Bilal, do you recognize us?"
"Yes!" "Well, what are you going to say now?" She started crying. He was crying like a child. Inevitably, we followed him. Sobs were caught in our throats in Saba's office. Bilal raised his hands and began to pray:
“O Lord, I have offered my prayer to You. I had opened up to you. Now I am ashamed of my Managers here. O my God, I asked not to ask anyone but You, from You, yet I am.”
Silence filled the room. “Please let me go out,” he said. “Well, Bilal,” we said, “Good-bye, may God bless your job, your vaccine, your wife!”
Those who asked from Allah achieved what they wanted, but those who asked for anything else were destroyed. If Allah wills, we wish the whole world to Bilal.