Long ago, there lived an elderly scholar who was wealthy and pious. He was known far and wide for his preaching and charity. People called him Sheikh Umar Farouq. Sheik Umar was blessed with two wives and fourteen children. Both of his wives had seven children each, mixed with boys and girls, respectively. When Sheik Umar got old, he knew his time was drawing nearer. Though he got sick and was admitted to the best hospital in the city, the Sheik knew that his time to leave this world might just be in the next second.

One evening after performing his Zhur prayer, he invited all his children to a meeting.
"Thank you," he said to them. "For all the love and care you've shown me. I just wanted to see you one last time." He said, smiling, with tears in his eyes.

"No, Dad. Don't say that!" Hajarah, his last daughter from his second wife, who was just 14 whined like a baby. Holding onto his weak legs. "It's awkward, but I still want you around."

He just smiled at her. Shiek Umar loved his fourteen children equally. Even though some were married and hardly spent time with him.
"I'm proud of you all. My only wish is that Allah increase you in faith. And that you'll spread Islam far and near and we will hopefully, someday...meet in Jannah."

"Amin." They replied.

To this, his eyes which held a thousand words gazed at his favorite son, Mukhtar. He was the youngest son of Fatimah, his first wife. Sheik Umar looked peaceful like a flying dove in whites. Mukhtar swallowed down his tears watching his dying father coolly.

"Lailaha ilallah."

Life slowly slipped out of their father's lips in a single breath. A stare at his father for another moment, Mukhar saw him in some kind of trance.

Knowing he had done so much good in his lifetime, the 21-year-old calmly wept. Instead of screaming, the incident dazzled the elder children, while others just watched his body, numb to what just happened.

"Father!" Hajarah cried out first His children were mature enough to hold in the pain or let out a sudden outburst of grief. They understood that there was no medicine after death, and it was already the end for Sheik Umar.

That night, Sheikh Umar was prayed on and buried six feet under the ground with nothing living of him, but his children, good name, and good deeds.

A month later, at court, the shiekh's will was read and his wives inherited his luxurious cars, hospitals, and schools. While his wealth was shared equally among the 14 children. The shiekh's female children inherited 10 million nairas each and his male children had 20 million nairas from the inheritance.

Just then, a man from the audience walked towards the judge and introduced himself as Mallam Bulla. He filled a documented report with relevant proof that Sheik Umar owed him a debt of 15 million naira to support his school and was supposed to pay before his death.

Mallan Bulla's words stunned the Shiek's children for a moment, it was impossible to believe.

"We never owed you, our father did and now, he's dead!" Khalid, the eldest son glared, finding a way to escape such great loss. "We have to care for ourselves and our family now, excuse me."

"Yes, we agree with him." Others murmured in support of Khalid.

Khalid stepped away coldly with his inheritance at hand, and so did others. No one was willing to lose a penny from what they just acquired. It happened that none of the 14 children were as affluent as their late father. Mukhtar wanted to go after them, to pleased for a reconsideration. Without that, he knew what their answers would be. They've always avoided him for being their father's favourite.

Embarrassed, Mukhtar watched his siblings walk away and muttered under his breath scornfully. He remembered one of his father's sayings, 'One parent can easily raise a child, but ten children can not properly care for a parent. This might destroy our father's name and they don't care?' "I can't turn a blind eye to this!" he told himself.

At once, Mukhtar handed Mallam Bulla 15 million naira from his envelope of inheritance, to settle his late father's debt.

On seeing this, another elderly man, Mufti Hamza who was duped by some thugs awaited and witnessed the scene in the court. He walked up to the Judge and told him.

"Give this young man a hundred million naira from my account."

"Why?" The judge asked with curiosity. "Do you know him?"

"No, but I've heard a lot about Sheik Umar. Although I was never opportune to meet him. I'm blessed to have met his beloved son, Mukhtar. He just sacrificed over half of his inheritance to save his life father's good name. A good name is better than silver and gold."

Mufti Hamza called his lawyer, who was also in that court, and the money was willed to Mukhtar that very instant.

Unknown to any, Mufti Hamza never had a child. He only taught people's children and raised orphans. He was scared that he might not make it home due to the hands of destiny, and he wanted to honour Mukhtar in some way.

Mufti Hamza walked up to Mukhtar to offer him a handshake, but out of happiness, Mukhtar gave him a big, tight hug. Coughing out the words of appreciation, "Thank you... Thank you.

"Alhamdulillah." Replied, Mufti Hamza.

Since then, they both became close. Mukhtar became the wealthiest young man and was known far and near for his good name, strong faith, and patriotism.

An- Nisa' Quran 4 Verse 11

يُوۡصِيۡكُمُ اللّٰهُ فِىۡۤ اَوۡلَادِكُمۡ‌ لِلذَّكَرِ مِثۡلُ حَظِّ الۡاُنۡثَيَيۡنِ‌ ۚ فَاِنۡ كُنَّ نِسَآءً فَوۡقَ اثۡنَتَيۡنِ فَلَهُنَّ ثُلُثَا مَا تَرَكَ‌ ۚ وَاِنۡ كَانَتۡ وَاحِدَةً فَلَهَا النِّصۡفُ‌ ؕ وَلِاَ بَوَيۡهِ لِكُلِّ وَاحِدٍ مِّنۡهُمَا السُّدُسُ مِمَّا تَرَكَ اِنۡ كَانَ لَهٗ وَلَدٌ ۚ فَاِنۡ لَّمۡ يَكُنۡ لَّهٗ وَلَدٌ وَّوَرِثَهٗۤ اَبَوٰهُ فَلِاُمِّهِ الثُّلُثُ‌ ؕ فَاِنۡ كَانَ لَهٗۤ اِخۡوَةٌ فَلِاُمِّهِ السُّدُسُ مِنۡۢ بَعۡدِ وَصِيَّةٍ يُّوۡصِىۡ بِهَاۤ اَوۡ دَيۡنٍ‌ ؕ اٰبَآؤُكُمۡ وَاَبۡنَآؤُكُمۡ ۚ لَا تَدۡرُوۡنَ اَيُّهُمۡ اَقۡرَبُ لَـكُمۡ نَفۡعًا‌ ؕ فَرِيۡضَةً مِّنَ اللّٰهِ ‌ؕ اِنَّ اللّٰهَ كَانَ عَلِيۡمًا حَكِيۡمًا‏

Allah charge you concerning (the provision for) your children: to the male the equivalent of the portion of two females, and if there be women more than two, then theirs is two-thirds of the inheritance, and if there be one (only) then the half. And to each of his parents a sixth of the inheritance, if he has a son; and if he has no son and his parents are his heirs, then to his mother appertain the third; and if he has brethren, then to his mother appertain the sixth, after any legacy he may have bequeathed, or debt (hath been paid). Your parents and your children: Ye know not which of them is nearer unto you in usefulness. It is an injunction from Allah. Lo! Allah is Knower, Wise.