Short Stories - Page 19

songinwind · **Re: Heat-warming story -** 03-12-2006

Sister this was really a nice story...thank u for posting it

**Jawharah** · **Re: Heat-warming story -** 03-12-2006

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mainul_Islam

Alhamdulillah... Al-Hafiz kept her safe.

but im confused about 1 thing.. did the man really say "why would I
attack her? when she was walking with two huge men on either side of her?"? does that mean he's a Muslim because he believes in Allah's angels?

One also has to believe in Allah and His Rasul (Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam) in order to be a Muslim.

Mhd_ibn_Mhd · **Heat-warming story -** 03-12-2006

To answer the few questions, I do not know if he was a muslim or not. But I think he did not hear the lady recite the ayaats but all he say was the "two men" which we believe to be the outcome of her reciting the ayaat's. But what is certain is that she had great yakeen (conviction) in this ayaat and that Allah (s.w.t.) would protected her.

...Muhammad

P.S - Songinwind: Am a brother, not a sister, lol.

aljawaad · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-13-2006

Mashaallah. Excellent post

jameela · **Re: Heat-warming story -** 03-13-2006

subahanallah-the power of Ayatukursi

waji · **Re: Heat-warming story -** 03-13-2006

Asalam u Alikum
Masha'Allah very nice post

i remember a shaiyr of a poet which in urdu is
fazaee Badar peyda kar Fareshtay tari nusrat ko
uoter saktain hain gardoon say Qataar andar Qataar

in english it could be
make air like Badar,Angels for ur help
can come from heavens, line in line

keep ur Iman Strong
Walikum as Salam

Ummu Amatullah · 04:19 AM

Here's a story which I thought could be related to the majority of our lives.We each have the stranger maybe not the same as this family did,but something or a person in resemblance to the stranger.

The Stranger

"A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new
to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our
family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome
me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young
mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years
my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an
opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My
parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love
Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was
our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales.
Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He
could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I
wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The
pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or
cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took
Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was
always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made
arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but
sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were
enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her
room, read the Qur'aan.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You
see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But
this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for
example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our
friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional
four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my
knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler
who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to
other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages
often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes
distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about
sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were
influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did
not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my
parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More
than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the
young family on Morningside Drive.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early
years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would
still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

It makes you think, doesn't it...

aljawaad · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-20-2006

Subhanallah. Nice one

waji · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-20-2006

Asalam u Alikum
Masha'Allah nice one
Walikum as Salam

FatimaAsSideqah · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-21-2006

As-salaam alaykum

Horse of Paradise

Hadrat Abu Ayyub Ansari (RA) reports that a desert Arab came to the Holy Prophet (SAW) and submitted: "O Prophet of Allah, I am very fond of horses. Will there be horses in heaven?" The Holy Prophet observed: "If you were sent to Paradise, you would be given a horse made of emerald. The horse will have two wings. You would mount the horse and it would fly you to where ever it might be your pleasure to go." Source: Tirmidhi.

This horse will be an aircraft in Heaven. The worldly aircraft is designed like a fish, whereas the heavenly aircraft will be in the form of a horse. The worldly aircraft is made of aluminum; the heavenly aeroplane will be made of emerald!

Wa-salaam alaykum

FatimaAsSideqah · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-21-2006

As-salaam alaykum

Leaving Empty Handed

In Shadharat adh-Dhahab it is related that one of the kings of Buwaih Dynasty, Fakhr ad-Daulah, said "I collected enough wealth for my children and their army to suffice for them for fifteen years to come."

But when he died, the keys to his treasures were with his sons who ignored his funeral. Consequently, the people searched for an appropriate cover for him. They eventually bought one from the caretaker of the mosque. All the while his sons and soldiers bickered among themselves until his corpse rotted.

When the disputing was over, the people had to lasso his corpse and pull it from a distance because of its horrid smell. As they pulled his corpse, it fell apart on the stairway of his castle.

Here was a king who owned a great portion of the worldly life, a legacy of two million dinars, eight hundred and fifty six thousand dirhams, and a sensational amount of 14,000 pieces of jewels, gems, pearls, diamonds, and gold. This is not to mention leaving behind incredible amounts of silverware, furniture, weapons and carpets.

But when he died no one attended to him, with nothing to cover him with except what they could scavenge from the caretaker of the mosque. This is the reality of this life. We come to this world empty handed and we will leave this world empty handed. Indeed, the wisest person is he who prepares himself for the afterlife by obeying Allah in the best of manners.

Wa-salaam alaykum

aljawaad · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-21-2006

VANITY

“A Sufi sage once asked his disciples to tell him what their vanities had been before they began to study with him. The first said:
‘I imagined that I was the most handsome man in the world.’
The second said:
‘I believed that, since I was religious, I was one of the elect.’
The third said
‘I believed I could teach.’
And the fourth said:
‘My vanity was greater than all these; for I believed that I could learn.’
The sage remarked:
‘And the fourth disciple’s vanity remains the greatest, for his vanity is to show that he once had the greatest vanity”‘

aljawaad · **A feast for clothes -** 03-21-2006

Once upon a time in the Iranian city of Shiraz, there lived the famous poet Sheikh Saadi. Like most other poets and philosophers, Sheikh Saadi was not a rich man. He led a very simple life. A rich merchant of Shiraz invited Sheikh Saadi along with a lot of other big businessmen of the town on the occasion of his daughter’s marriage which was to be a grand affair. Sheikh Saadi accepted the invitation and decided to attend.
On the day of the wedding, the host and his family were receiving the guests at the gate. They were ushering all the guests towards the dining hall. All the rich people of the town attended the wedding. They had come out in best of their attires. Sheikh Saadi wore simple clothes which were neither grand nor expensive. He waited in a corner for someone to approach him but no one gave him as much as even a second glance. Even the host did not acknowledge him and looked away. Seeing all this, Sheikh Saadi quietly left the party and went to a shop from where he could hire clothes. There he chose a richly brocaded dress which was embroidered in gold on the margins. He selected a fancy turban and a waist-band to go with it. As he put on the hired dress and looked into the mirror, he found himself a changed person.
With this, he entered the dining hall and this time was welcomed with open arms. The host embraced him as he would do to an old friend and complimented him on the clothes he was wearing. On seeing him, he said, “And here comes our favourite poet. What took you so long, friend? We have been waiting for you for ages! How good of you to have come. The gathering surely would have been incomplete without your gracious presence!” Saadi did not utter a word and allowed the host to lead him to the dining room where other guests had assembled. Tasty dishes had been laid out on grand carpets. Saadi was offered a seat with soft cushions. The food was served in fine crockery and cutlery made out of silver.
The host led Sheikh Saadi by hand and himself served out the chicken soup and the fragrant rice to him. After this, something strange happened. Sheikh Saadi dipped the corner of his waist-coat in the soup and sprinkled some rice on it. Addressing the clothes, he said: “This is a feast for you, you should enjoy it.”
All the guests were now staring at him in surprise. The host said, “Sir, what are doing? How can your colthes eat? And why should they? To this query, Sheikh Saadi very calmly replied: “My dear friend, I am indeed surprised with the question coming from you.”
“Aren’t you the same person who did not even throw a look at me when I came dressed in simple clothes. I can guess that it is my clothes and appearance that matter with you, not my individual worth. Now that I have put on grand clothes, I see a world of difference in reception here. All that I can now say is that this feast is meant for my clothes, not for me.”
Taken from Islamic Voice

Helena · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-21-2006

Got another beautiful story to share, hpe u read it inshalah!

Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. The man
ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked
down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him. The
man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was
attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around
and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was
white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon. The man then
looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black snake
had come and settled directly under him. The snake opened its
mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it. The man
then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on
to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were
falling from it. The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he
put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey.
The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another
drop. As he did, he got lost into the sweetness of the honey.
Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away,
the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under
him. After a while, he woke up from his sleep.

To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a a pious
scholar of Islam. The scholar said "The lion you saw is your
death. It always chases you and goes where ever you go. The two
rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black
one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around,
coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer
to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave.
It's there, just waiting for you to fall into it. The honeycomb is
this world and the sweet honey is the luxaries of this world. We
like to taste a drop of the luxaries of this world but it's very
sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. Meanwhile, we
get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our
death and we forget about our graves."

May Allah wake us up from the sleep and save us before it's too
late. Ameen.

So you guys think?

aljawaad · **Re: Short Stories -** 03-22-2006

Gud one Sis. Heard that before but i forgot abt it.

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songinwind LI Senior Member Status: Offline Posts: 325 Reputation: 242 Rep Power: 18 Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: USA Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Heat-warming story - 03-12-2006 Sister this was really a nice story...thank u for posting it __________________ 001:2 Praise be to Allah, cherisher, and Sustainer of the worlds....

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Mhd_ibn_Mhd Limited Member Status: Offline Posts: 18 Reputation: 13 Rep Power: 0 Join Date: Mar 2006 Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Heat-warming story - 03-12-2006 To answer the few questions, I do not know if he was a muslim or not. But I think he did not hear the lady recite the ayaats but all he say was the "two men" which we believe to be the outcome of her reciting the ayaat's. But what is certain is that she had great yakeen (conviction) in this ayaat and that Allah (s.w.t.) would protected her. ...Muhammad P.S - Songinwind: Am a brother, not a sister, lol.

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aljawaad SOLDIER OF ALLAH Status: Offline Posts: 761 Reputation: 379 Rep Power: 19 Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: On Allah's Earth...Mauritius Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-13-2006 Mashaallah. Excellent post __________________ I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....

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waji Busy Status: Offline Posts: 1,254 Reputation: 2717 Rep Power: 24 Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Home Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Heat-warming story - 03-13-2006 Asalam u Alikum Masha'Allah very nice post i remember a shaiyr of a poet which in urdu is fazaee Badar peyda kar Fareshtay tari nusrat ko uoter saktain hain gardoon say Qataar andar Qataar in english it could be make air like Badar,Angels for ur help can come from heavens, line in line keep ur Iman Strong Walikum as Salam __________________ "A person's true wealth is the good he or she does in the world.Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W)"

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Ummu Amatullah Defender of Islam Status: Offline Posts: 895 Reputation: 677 Rep Power: 21 Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minneapolis,Minnesota Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-20-2006 Here's a story which I thought could be related to the majority of our lives.We each have the stranger maybe not the same as this family did,but something or a person in resemblance to the stranger. The Stranger "A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later. As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it. He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several famous people. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her room, read the Qur'aan. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger. As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name you ask? We called him TV. It makes you think, doesn't it... __________________ Last edited by Ummu Amatullah; 03-20-2006 at 04:19 AM..

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aljawaad SOLDIER OF ALLAH Status: Offline Posts: 761 Reputation: 379 Rep Power: 19 Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: On Allah's Earth...Mauritius Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-20-2006 Subhanallah. Nice one __________________ I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....

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waji Busy Status: Offline Posts: 1,254 Reputation: 2717 Rep Power: 24 Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Home Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-20-2006 Asalam u Alikum Masha'Allah nice one Walikum as Salam __________________ "A person's true wealth is the good he or she does in the world.Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W)"

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FatimaAsSideqah Status: Offline Posts: 3,627 Reputation: 10328 Rep Power: 33 Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Journey to Akhirah, Insha'Allah! Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-21-2006 As-salaam alaykum Horse of Paradise Hadrat Abu Ayyub Ansari (RA) reports that a desert Arab came to the Holy Prophet (SAW) and submitted: "O Prophet of Allah, I am very fond of horses. Will there be horses in heaven?" The Holy Prophet observed: "If you were sent to Paradise, you would be given a horse made of emerald. The horse will have two wings. You would mount the horse and it would fly you to where ever it might be your pleasure to go." Source: Tirmidhi. This horse will be an aircraft in Heaven. The worldly aircraft is designed like a fish, whereas the heavenly aircraft will be in the form of a horse. The worldly aircraft is made of aluminum; the heavenly aeroplane will be made of emerald! Wa-salaam alaykum

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FatimaAsSideqah Status: Offline Posts: 3,627 Reputation: 10328 Rep Power: 33 Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Journey to Akhirah, Insha'Allah! Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-21-2006 As-salaam alaykum Leaving Empty Handed In Shadharat adh-Dhahab it is related that one of the kings of Buwaih Dynasty, Fakhr ad-Daulah, said "I collected enough wealth for my children and their army to suffice for them for fifteen years to come." But when he died, the keys to his treasures were with his sons who ignored his funeral. Consequently, the people searched for an appropriate cover for him. They eventually bought one from the caretaker of the mosque. All the while his sons and soldiers bickered among themselves until his corpse rotted. When the disputing was over, the people had to lasso his corpse and pull it from a distance because of its horrid smell. As they pulled his corpse, it fell apart on the stairway of his castle. Here was a king who owned a great portion of the worldly life, a legacy of two million dinars, eight hundred and fifty six thousand dirhams, and a sensational amount of 14,000 pieces of jewels, gems, pearls, diamonds, and gold. This is not to mention leaving behind incredible amounts of silverware, furniture, weapons and carpets. But when he died no one attended to him, with nothing to cover him with except what they could scavenge from the caretaker of the mosque. This is the reality of this life. We come to this world empty handed and we will leave this world empty handed. Indeed, the wisest person is he who prepares himself for the afterlife by obeying Allah in the best of manners. Wa-salaam alaykum

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aljawaad SOLDIER OF ALLAH Status: Offline Posts: 761 Reputation: 379 Rep Power: 19 Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: On Allah's Earth...Mauritius Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-21-2006 VANITY “A Sufi sage once asked his disciples to tell him what their vanities had been before they began to study with him. The first said: ‘I imagined that I was the most handsome man in the world.’ The second said: ‘I believed that, since I was religious, I was one of the elect.’ The third said ‘I believed I could teach.’ And the fourth said: ‘My vanity was greater than all these; for I believed that I could learn.’ The sage remarked: ‘And the fourth disciple’s vanity remains the greatest, for his vanity is to show that he once had the greatest vanity”‘ __________________ I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....

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aljawaad SOLDIER OF ALLAH Status: Offline Posts: 761 Reputation: 379 Rep Power: 19 Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: On Allah's Earth...Mauritius Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	A feast for clothes - 03-21-2006 Once upon a time in the Iranian city of Shiraz, there lived the famous poet Sheikh Saadi. Like most other poets and philosophers, Sheikh Saadi was not a rich man. He led a very simple life. A rich merchant of Shiraz invited Sheikh Saadi along with a lot of other big businessmen of the town on the occasion of his daughter’s marriage which was to be a grand affair. Sheikh Saadi accepted the invitation and decided to attend. On the day of the wedding, the host and his family were receiving the guests at the gate. They were ushering all the guests towards the dining hall. All the rich people of the town attended the wedding. They had come out in best of their attires. Sheikh Saadi wore simple clothes which were neither grand nor expensive. He waited in a corner for someone to approach him but no one gave him as much as even a second glance. Even the host did not acknowledge him and looked away. Seeing all this, Sheikh Saadi quietly left the party and went to a shop from where he could hire clothes. There he chose a richly brocaded dress which was embroidered in gold on the margins. He selected a fancy turban and a waist-band to go with it. As he put on the hired dress and looked into the mirror, he found himself a changed person. With this, he entered the dining hall and this time was welcomed with open arms. The host embraced him as he would do to an old friend and complimented him on the clothes he was wearing. On seeing him, he said, “And here comes our favourite poet. What took you so long, friend? We have been waiting for you for ages! How good of you to have come. The gathering surely would have been incomplete without your gracious presence!” Saadi did not utter a word and allowed the host to lead him to the dining room where other guests had assembled. Tasty dishes had been laid out on grand carpets. Saadi was offered a seat with soft cushions. The food was served in fine crockery and cutlery made out of silver. The host led Sheikh Saadi by hand and himself served out the chicken soup and the fragrant rice to him. After this, something strange happened. Sheikh Saadi dipped the corner of his waist-coat in the soup and sprinkled some rice on it. Addressing the clothes, he said: “This is a feast for you, you should enjoy it.” All the guests were now staring at him in surprise. The host said, “Sir, what are doing? How can your colthes eat? And why should they? To this query, Sheikh Saadi very calmly replied: “My dear friend, I am indeed surprised with the question coming from you.” “Aren’t you the same person who did not even throw a look at me when I came dressed in simple clothes. I can guess that it is my clothes and appearance that matter with you, not my individual worth. Now that I have put on grand clothes, I see a world of difference in reception here. All that I can now say is that this feast is meant for my clothes, not for me.” Taken from Islamic Voice __________________ I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....

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Helena Ummah Under 1 Banner Status: Offline Posts: 5,212 Reputation: 9427 Rep Power: 34 Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: as one ummah the burden we share inshAllah!!! Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-21-2006 Got another beautiful story to share, hpe u read it inshalah! Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him. The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon. The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black snake had come and settled directly under him. The snake opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it. The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were falling from it. The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into the sweetness of the honey. Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him. After a while, he woke up from his sleep. To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a a pious scholar of Islam. The scholar said "The lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes where ever you go. The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It's there, just waiting for you to fall into it. The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxaries of this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxaries of this world but it's very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our death and we forget about our graves." May Allah wake us up from the sleep and save us before it's too late. Ameen. So you guys think? __________________ All i hope is for my mums happiness.Shes my light.Shes my dunya.Her tears are my weakness.Her sadness breaks my heart.She is my mirror.A mirror that keeps me alive.Without her am nothing.shes my saaya.How can i leave her.I pray to Allah(swt) to keep me with her forever inshAllah.

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aljawaad SOLDIER OF ALLAH Status: Offline Posts: 761 Reputation: 379 Rep Power: 19 Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: On Allah's Earth...Mauritius Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 03-22-2006 Gud one Sis. Heard that before but i forgot abt it. __________________ I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....