Short Stories - Page 2

swanlake · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-04-2005

Someone passed this on to me. It is a real story.

Just to share a thought: an experience. This past Winter Vacation I attended a MAS (Muslim American Society) Camp in the mountains of Bakersfield, California. When we arrived at the campsite, it began to become very windy. The strong wind remained until the following evening. It was time for Isha prayer that night and as you know, it is very quiet in the mountains. All we could hear is the strong wind blowing outside. After the Imam (who had very beautiful tajweed) was finishing Surah Al-Fatiha, the strong winds knocked out the electricity and we were plunged in darkness. There we were standing side by side in the darkness with only the subtle glow of the moon on our faces and the howling of the wind outside. I could hear the Imam's voice carrying outside in the wind and fading away. It was a very, very surreal experience, and probably the most amazing Salat I have performed. After Salat others said the same... of how amazing that simple experience was. Of course, we were still in darkness at that time. Just to finish the story, before I get back to the point I was making. The Sheikh over there had told us all to make Istighfar and make Dua'a to Allah SWT to return the electricity to us and make the strong winds dissipate and give us a sunny day. The Sheikh said that he has no doubt that if we make sincere Dua'a these winds will be gone by tomorrow. To be truthful, I had a little doubt in my heart that that would happen. The wind had been blowing strongly and the weather freezing for two days straight, I didn't see it letting up so quickly. The electricity returned within one hour. And brothers and sisters, I kid you not... the following day when we got up, it was a beautiful calm and sunny day. It was unbelievable, Alhamdulillah.

Ra`eesah · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-08-2005

Assalamu'Alaykum

This is a very touching story -

Two friends Ismail and Ibrahim were walking through the desert, as the sun was beating down on their heads, and they were thirsty for water they began to argue. The argument got more and more heated and eventually Ismail struck Ibrahim across the face. Ibrahim felt hurt inside, but without anything to say, he wrote in the sand: "Today, my best friend slapped me in the face."

They kept on walking, until eventually they came across an oasis, where they decided to stop and bathe. Ibrahim jumped in and began to wash, while Ismail sat back and relaxed. Suddenly Ibrahim began to scream and shout, he had developed a cramp and was having difficulty keeping his head above water, he was drowning.

Ismail dived in after him, and brought him gently to shore. When Ibrahim recovered from the shock, he scratched a message on a nearby stone:

"Today, my best friend saved my life"

Ismail who had saved and slapped his best friend Ibrahim, asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a stone?"

Ibrahim, smiled and replied:

"When a friend hurts us, we should write his deeds in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness can blow it away, and when a friend does something good, we should engrave it in stone, where it shall remain for eternity."

"Show forgiveness, enjoin what is good, and turn away from the ignorant (i.e. don't punish them). If a suggestion from Satan assails your mind, seek refuge with Allah; for He heareth and knoweth (all things)"

[Surah al-A'raf 7:199-200]

Osman · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-08-2005

Now that was a touching story!

Here is another one:

My Teacher - Mrs. Maryam........

Her name was Mrs. Maryam. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.

Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Taahir Sulayman.

Mrs. Maryam had watched Taahir the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Taahir could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Maryam would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Maryam taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Taahir's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Taahir's first grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Taahir's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Maryam realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Eid presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Taahir's.

His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Maryam took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Taahir Sulayman stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Maryam, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."
After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Maryam paid particular attention to Taahir. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Taahir had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Taahir became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Taahir, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Taahir. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Maryam that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Taahir F. Sulayman, MD.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Taahir said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Maryam might agree to sit in, as his "mother" at the wedding .

Of course, Mrs. Maryam did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Taahir remembered his mother wearing on their last Eid together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Taahir whispered in Mrs. Maryam's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Maryam for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Maryam, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,"Taahir,you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you."
Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook.

Please try to do it in a positive way. Our Teachers, Friends, Family, parents, spouses and our children are there, to lift us to our feet when our feet have trouble,remembering how to crawl. Make a positive step and assist someone to take the first steps.

swanlake · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-08-2005

Hidden under the tongue - the story of two slaves

Once a king purchased 2 slaves. One of them was very handsome while the other was very ugly.
The king asked the handsome slave to go and take a bath. While he was away the king turned to the other slave and said "Your companion has given a very bad account of you, he said that you are a thief and of bad character. Is this correct?"

The slave replied that his companion was a handsome person, and his exterior beauty must be reflected by inward beauty as well. He could not believe that such a beautiful man could tell a lie. He therefore said "If my companion has a bad opinion about me, there must certainly be something wrong with me. I am afraid he must be correct."

The king observed that beauty was only an Allah given gift, and it did not follow that a person who had a handsome face had a pure heart as well.

The king was greatly impressed with the character and intelligence of this slave. In the meantime, the first slave had returned from his bath.

The king sent the second slave (i.e. the ugly slave to have a bath) and in his absence told the handsome slave that his fellow slave had given a bad account of him. On hearing this, the slave burst into invectives against his companion and said that he was a rascal and a liar.

The king thus came to the conclusion that the slave with a beautiful face had no inner worth while the slave with an ugly face had much inner worth.

The moral of the story is that beauty is only skin deep. All that glitters is not gold. "Every man is hidden under his own tongue" The tongue reveals the inner intelligence as well as inner vileness . "The safety of a man lies in holding his tongue"

Rasulullaah (s.a.w.s) said: " He who is silent is successful!"

swanlake · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-08-2005

The man who got trapped in an island

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.

He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.

sisters of T_M · **Re: Short Stories -** 05-08-2005

An Orphan's Eid

It was the day of celebration and a day of rejoicing. There was an air of festivity in the streets of Madinah. All the people, both young and old were dressed in their best clothes, especially for this special day of Eid.

As it was time for early morning Eid prayers everyone made their way to an open piece of land on the outskirts of the city. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) arrived and led the prayers. After they had finished they all greeted each other and everyone was walking back home. The children running and playing in excitement, smiling and laughing, without a care in the world. As the Prophet (pbuh) walked back home, he suddenly became aware of a little boy (Zuhair Bin Saghir) sitting by himself on the side of the path. The little boy was crying and looked very sad. The Prophet (pbuh) bent down and patted him on the shoulders and asked 'why are you crying?' 'Please leave me alone' sobbed the little boy. The boy didn't even see who was talking to him. The Prophet (pbuh) ran his fingers through the boy's hair and very gently and kindly asked him again why he was crying. This time the boy said, 'My father was martyred fighting, and now my mother has married again and my stepfather does not want me to live at home any more. Today is Eid and everyone is happy. All the children have new clothes and nice things to eat, but I don't have any clothes except what I am wearing. I have no food and I don't even have a place to live.'

The Prophet (pbuh) said to him, 'I know how you feel, I lost both my mother and father when I was a little boy.' The boy was surprised to hear that it was an orphan who was comforting him, and when he looked up to his great surprise it was the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), and he immediately jumped up to his feet out of love and respect.

The Prophet (pbuh) said to him 'If I were to become your new father and Ayesha you new mother, and Fatima your new sister, would that make you feel better?' 'Oh yes, that would be the best thing in the world!' The boy started smiling. The Prophet took him home and gave him new clothes and good food on this beautiful day of Eid. The boy indeed had a wonderful Eid that day.

We should think of others that are less fortunate than ourselves on this beautiful day of Eid. Not everyone has such a wonderful day. It is a day of celebration, but take a moment to stop and think of those who are less fortunate than ourselves. not just for eid but we should be grateful what Allah [swt] has given us everyday, our family and friends, home etc. it is endless on what Allah [swt] has provided for us.

please take a moment to think about the less unfortunate.

wassalam

sistajannah

The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman stayed on her Christian

religion, but she came to live in Oman with her husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They

had some children, but they lacked a family.

This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was so bitter for one of their

daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel. That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no

better name to call her.

Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would dream to have.The only thing

that this young girl lacked was a family.

Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.The only people who she could

turn to were the other rich girls who led a life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends basically

having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to interfere with them, they could do whatever they

please. In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days.

There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them. They took two rooms, one, which

the boys slept in, and the other where she and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one

room, or in the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is how much freedom

these girls had. At least that is what they considered freedom.

Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to hang around somewhere without

being disturbed by the others. They decided to go to her friend's house because there was no one there.

So they sat together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one of the rooms

with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go into any of the rooms if she wanted to.

Malak preferred to stay in the living room and talk to her boyfriend. After some time her friend called her,

so she and her boyfriend both went.When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a

shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and told her, " How dare you?" Then she

stormed out of the house,full of feelings that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she

felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to be comforted.

She went to her house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with their

friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that house. She ran to her room for comfort,

only to find all those horrible paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and broke

them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.

Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet so that she can pray. She

wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole

body wet,because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her grandmother's prayer mat

and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.

Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated ( did sujood) and just talked to God. She

stayed like that for one whole hour. She just poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after

that,but there was more that she wanted to do now. She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a

very long time, because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person who could help

her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She

tried to find something suitable to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she

remembered that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She went and got

them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's

house.

When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw herself into her arms and cried her

heart out. The aunt understood what happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle,

she did the same, she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his niece at first

because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was, he comforted her and sat with her and

talked to her. Malak had later said that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she

asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach her how to pray. After she

learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in this room, I want to be alone for three days.

Then she asked her uncle, "Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said that

she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she said," I could die before five years

had passed."

So she started her mission,she started memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace

with herself in this new lifestyle. After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter was

not in the house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated to discover that she was in his

brother's house. He went to take her from there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak

decided to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.

What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the holy Quran in three months only!

Now she called her uncle and his family to come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told

them to hurry. They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly. When they got there, they were

told that she was praying. A long time passed and she still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see

her. They saw her on the prayer mat holding the holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you all read that

sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her arms near the heart that memorized it.

The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury her quickly. They called her

father, but she had told her grandfather that she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted

to Islam. Her sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was the first time for her

cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway, because they were the closest people to her. They said

that they felt other people helping them, people that they couldn't see.

They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is wrapped in), but it had disappeared.

They started looking for it everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in one of the

corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most beautiful smell. So they had no choice but

to use this Kafan. When the men went to pray for her, there were six men, dressed in green.

These six men also prayed for her, then they carried her to the graveyard and they buried her. These six

men were not members of the family, they were strangers. After the burial, these men disappeared and no

one knew who they were or where they came from. There is no doubt about whom they are and where

they came from. They were angels and they came from up above to take the body of the pure Malak and

treat it the way God wants. Malak deserved to be buried by angels not humans, because she had reached a

higher standard than most other humans had.

The sad thing is that there are many like Malak in Oman and in other Islamic communities. I just hope that

everyone spreads this story so that we could learn from this live example. To all the men and women,

when it comes to marriage don't just think of love and lust, think of the children that are going to come.

Choose good parents for you children before you bear them. Remember that there is death and judgement

and then heaven or hell. Take good care of your families and nurture them with love and care,and sow

faith in their hearts. Like Malak, with all that she had, she never really felt happy until she found her path

back to Allah. Without faith there is no happiness or contentment.

ALLAH GUIDE ALL OF US (AMEEN)
WSLAM
hope u liked it !!!!

Akhira

mashAllah sister that made me cry

MetSudaisTwice · **Page Updated: 25/05/2006**

mashallah sis and jazakallah for that heartfelt story

**aamirsaab**

nice story - loved it.
isnhalla we will all benefit. i know i will

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swanlake Allah's slave Status: Offline Posts: 389 Reputation: 470 Rep Power: 23 Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: London Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-04-2005 Someone passed this on to me. It is a real story. Just to share a thought: an experience. This past Winter Vacation I attended a MAS (Muslim American Society) Camp in the mountains of Bakersfield, California. When we arrived at the campsite, it began to become very windy. The strong wind remained until the following evening. It was time for Isha prayer that night and as you know, it is very quiet in the mountains. All we could hear is the strong wind blowing outside. After the Imam (who had very beautiful tajweed) was finishing Surah Al-Fatiha, the strong winds knocked out the electricity and we were plunged in darkness. There we were standing side by side in the darkness with only the subtle glow of the moon on our faces and the howling of the wind outside. I could hear the Imam's voice carrying outside in the wind and fading away. It was a very, very surreal experience, and probably the most amazing Salat I have performed. After Salat others said the same... of how amazing that simple experience was. Of course, we were still in darkness at that time. Just to finish the story, before I get back to the point I was making. The Sheikh over there had told us all to make Istighfar and make Dua'a to Allah SWT to return the electricity to us and make the strong winds dissipate and give us a sunny day. The Sheikh said that he has no doubt that if we make sincere Dua'a these winds will be gone by tomorrow. To be truthful, I had a little doubt in my heart that that would happen. The wind had been blowing strongly and the weather freezing for two days straight, I didn't see it letting up so quickly. The electricity returned within one hour. And brothers and sisters, I kid you not... the following day when we got up, it was a beautiful calm and sunny day. It was unbelievable, Alhamdulillah.

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Ra`eesah UmmLuqmann Status: Offline Posts: 1,490 Reputation: 4562 Rep Power: 28 Join Date: Apr 2005 Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-08-2005 Assalamu'Alaykum This is a very touching story - Two friends Ismail and Ibrahim were walking through the desert, as the sun was beating down on their heads, and they were thirsty for water they began to argue. The argument got more and more heated and eventually Ismail struck Ibrahim across the face. Ibrahim felt hurt inside, but without anything to say, he wrote in the sand: "Today, my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until eventually they came across an oasis, where they decided to stop and bathe. Ibrahim jumped in and began to wash, while Ismail sat back and relaxed. Suddenly Ibrahim began to scream and shout, he had developed a cramp and was having difficulty keeping his head above water, he was drowning. Ismail dived in after him, and brought him gently to shore. When Ibrahim recovered from the shock, he scratched a message on a nearby stone: "Today, my best friend saved my life" Ismail who had saved and slapped his best friend Ibrahim, asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a stone?" Ibrahim, smiled and replied: "When a friend hurts us, we should write his deeds in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness can blow it away, and when a friend does something good, we should engrave it in stone, where it shall remain for eternity." "Show forgiveness, enjoin what is good, and turn away from the ignorant (i.e. don't punish them). If a suggestion from Satan assails your mind, seek refuge with Allah; for He heareth and knoweth (all things)" [Surah al-A'raf 7:199-200] __________________ .::.P e r p l e x i t i e s of L i f e .::.

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Osman LI Oldskool Status: Offline Posts: 3,501 Reputation: 15591 Rep Power: 45 Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Warrington, England Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-08-2005 Now that was a touching story! Here is another one: My Teacher - Mrs. Maryam........ Her name was Mrs. Maryam. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Taahir Sulayman. Mrs. Maryam had watched Taahir the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Taahir could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Maryam would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Maryam taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Taahir's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Taahir's first grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Taahir's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Taahir is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Maryam realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Eid presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Taahir's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Maryam took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Taahir Sulayman stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Maryam, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Maryam paid particular attention to Taahir. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Taahir had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Taahir became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Taahir, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Taahir. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Maryam that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Taahir F. Sulayman, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Taahir said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Maryam might agree to sit in, as his "mother" at the wedding . Of course, Mrs. Maryam did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Taahir remembered his mother wearing on their last Eid together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Taahir whispered in Mrs. Maryam's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Maryam for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Maryam, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,"Taahir,you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you." Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. Please try to do it in a positive way. Our Teachers, Friends, Family, parents, spouses and our children are there, to lift us to our feet when our feet have trouble,remembering how to crawl. Make a positive step and assist someone to take the first steps. __________________ Shall I inform you of the best morals of this world and the hereafter? They are to forgive he who oppresses you, to make a bond with he who severs from you, to be kind to he who insults you, and to give to he who deprives you. ~ Prophet Muhammad (May Allah bless him and grant him peace)

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swanlake Allah's slave Status: Offline Posts: 389 Reputation: 470 Rep Power: 23 Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: London Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-08-2005 Hidden under the tongue - the story of two slaves Once a king purchased 2 slaves. One of them was very handsome while the other was very ugly. The king asked the handsome slave to go and take a bath. While he was away the king turned to the other slave and said "Your companion has given a very bad account of you, he said that you are a thief and of bad character. Is this correct?" The slave replied that his companion was a handsome person, and his exterior beauty must be reflected by inward beauty as well. He could not believe that such a beautiful man could tell a lie. He therefore said "If my companion has a bad opinion about me, there must certainly be something wrong with me. I am afraid he must be correct." The king observed that beauty was only an Allah given gift, and it did not follow that a person who had a handsome face had a pure heart as well. The king was greatly impressed with the character and intelligence of this slave. In the meantime, the first slave had returned from his bath. The king sent the second slave (i.e. the ugly slave to have a bath) and in his absence told the handsome slave that his fellow slave had given a bad account of him. On hearing this, the slave burst into invectives against his companion and said that he was a rascal and a liar. The king thus came to the conclusion that the slave with a beautiful face had no inner worth while the slave with an ugly face had much inner worth. The moral of the story is that beauty is only skin deep. All that glitters is not gold. "Every man is hidden under his own tongue" The tongue reveals the inner intelligence as well as inner vileness . "The safety of a man lies in holding his tongue" Rasulullaah (s.a.w.s) said: " He who is silent is successful!"

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swanlake Allah's slave Status: Offline Posts: 389 Reputation: 470 Rep Power: 23 Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: London Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-08-2005 The man who got trapped in an island The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied. It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.

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sisters of T_M Limited Member Status: Offline Posts: 23 Reputation: 35 Rep Power: 0 Join Date: May 2005 Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: Short Stories - 05-08-2005 An Orphan's Eid It was the day of celebration and a day of rejoicing. There was an air of festivity in the streets of Madinah. All the people, both young and old were dressed in their best clothes, especially for this special day of Eid. As it was time for early morning Eid prayers everyone made their way to an open piece of land on the outskirts of the city. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) arrived and led the prayers. After they had finished they all greeted each other and everyone was walking back home. The children running and playing in excitement, smiling and laughing, without a care in the world. As the Prophet (pbuh) walked back home, he suddenly became aware of a little boy (Zuhair Bin Saghir) sitting by himself on the side of the path. The little boy was crying and looked very sad. The Prophet (pbuh) bent down and patted him on the shoulders and asked 'why are you crying?' 'Please leave me alone' sobbed the little boy. The boy didn't even see who was talking to him. The Prophet (pbuh) ran his fingers through the boy's hair and very gently and kindly asked him again why he was crying. This time the boy said, 'My father was martyred fighting, and now my mother has married again and my stepfather does not want me to live at home any more. Today is Eid and everyone is happy. All the children have new clothes and nice things to eat, but I don't have any clothes except what I am wearing. I have no food and I don't even have a place to live.' The Prophet (pbuh) said to him, 'I know how you feel, I lost both my mother and father when I was a little boy.' The boy was surprised to hear that it was an orphan who was comforting him, and when he looked up to his great surprise it was the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), and he immediately jumped up to his feet out of love and respect. The Prophet (pbuh) said to him 'If I were to become your new father and Ayesha you new mother, and Fatima your new sister, would that make you feel better?' 'Oh yes, that would be the best thing in the world!' The boy started smiling. The Prophet took him home and gave him new clothes and good food on this beautiful day of Eid. The boy indeed had a wonderful Eid that day. We should think of others that are less fortunate than ourselves on this beautiful day of Eid. Not everyone has such a wonderful day. It is a day of celebration, but take a moment to stop and think of those who are less fortunate than ourselves. not just for eid but we should be grateful what Allah [swt] has given us everyday, our family and friends, home etc. it is endless on what Allah [swt] has provided for us. please take a moment to think about the less unfortunate. wassalam

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sistajannah sista in islam Status: Offline Posts: 295 Reputation: 105 Rep Power: 22 Join Date: Apr 2005 Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-11-2005 The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman stayed on her Christian religion, but she came to live in Oman with her husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They had some children, but they lacked a family. This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was so bitter for one of their daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel. That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no better name to call her. Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would dream to have.The only thing that this young girl lacked was a family. Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.The only people who she could turn to were the other rich girls who led a life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends basically having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to interfere with them, they could do whatever they please. In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days. There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them. They took two rooms, one, which the boys slept in, and the other where she and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one room, or in the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is how much freedom these girls had. At least that is what they considered freedom. Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to hang around somewhere without being disturbed by the others. They decided to go to her friend's house because there was no one there. So they sat together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one of the rooms with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go into any of the rooms if she wanted to. Malak preferred to stay in the living room and talk to her boyfriend. After some time her friend called her, so she and her boyfriend both went.When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and told her, " How dare you?" Then she stormed out of the house,full of feelings that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to be comforted. She went to her house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with their friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that house. She ran to her room for comfort, only to find all those horrible paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and broke them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved. Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet so that she can pray. She wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole body wet,because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her grandmother's prayer mat and she stood on it, not knowing what to do. Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated ( did sujood) and just talked to God. She stayed like that for one whole hour. She just poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after that,but there was more that she wanted to do now. She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time, because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person who could help her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She tried to find something suitable to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she remembered that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She went and got them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's house. When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw herself into her arms and cried her heart out. The aunt understood what happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle, she did the same, she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his niece at first because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was, he comforted her and sat with her and talked to her. Malak had later said that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach her how to pray. After she learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in this room, I want to be alone for three days. Then she asked her uncle, "Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said that she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she said," I could die before five years had passed." So she started her mission,she started memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace with herself in this new lifestyle. After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter was not in the house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated to discover that she was in his brother's house. He went to take her from there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak decided to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem. What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the holy Quran in three months only! Now she called her uncle and his family to come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told them to hurry. They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly. When they got there, they were told that she was praying. A long time passed and she still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see her. They saw her on the prayer mat holding the holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you all read that sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her arms near the heart that memorized it. The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury her quickly. They called her father, but she had told her grandfather that she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted to Islam. Her sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was the first time for her cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway, because they were the closest people to her. They said that they felt other people helping them, people that they couldn't see. They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is wrapped in), but it had disappeared. They started looking for it everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in one of the corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most beautiful smell. So they had no choice but to use this Kafan. When the men went to pray for her, there were six men, dressed in green. These six men also prayed for her, then they carried her to the graveyard and they buried her. These six men were not members of the family, they were strangers. After the burial, these men disappeared and no one knew who they were or where they came from. There is no doubt about whom they are and where they came from. They were angels and they came from up above to take the body of the pure Malak and treat it the way God wants. Malak deserved to be buried by angels not humans, because she had reached a higher standard than most other humans had. The sad thing is that there are many like Malak in Oman and in other Islamic communities. I just hope that everyone spreads this story so that we could learn from this live example. To all the men and women, when it comes to marriage don't just think of love and lust, think of the children that are going to come. Choose good parents for you children before you bear them. Remember that there is death and judgement and then heaven or hell. Take good care of your families and nurture them with love and care,and sow faith in their hearts. Like Malak, with all that she had, she never really felt happy until she found her path back to Allah. Without faith there is no happiness or contentment. ALLAH GUIDE ALL OF US (AMEEN) WSLAM hope u liked it !!!!

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Akhira akhira Status: Offline Posts: 86 Reputation: 19 Rep Power: 22 Join Date: Apr 2005 Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-12-2005 mashAllah sister that made me cry __________________ He is God - the Creator, the Maker, the Giver of Form. To Him belong the Most Beautiful Names. Everything in the heavens and Earth glorifies Him. He is the Almighty, the All-Wise. (Qur'an, 59:24)

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MetSudaisTwice SS NUMBER 1 FAN Status: Offline Posts: 6,848 Reputation: 5972 Rep Power: 35 Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Planet called Earth apparently Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-12-2005 mashallah sis and jazakallah for that heartfelt story __________________ Visit My Page for many recitations from known Imams and Quraa's Page Updated: 25/05/2006 New recordings of Sheikh Saad Numani, Imitator of Famous Imams and Quraa's added!!

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AfRiCaN QuEeN Limited Member Status: Offline Posts: 11 Reputation: 19 Rep Power: 0 Join Date: May 2005 Location: uk Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-12-2005 that story is soooooooooo goooood mashallah, i really liked it and it made me cry..... sis that was great

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Abu Sayyad iwannagetmarried.com Status: Offline Posts: 6,587 Reputation: 43672 Rep Power: 82 Join Date: Mar 2005 Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-12-2005 Subhanallah great ... i had tears in my eyes.... We do need more of these kinds of posts Inshallah __________________ هَلْ جَزَاء الْإِحْسَانِ إِلَّا الْإِحْسَانُ؟ Is there any reward for good other than good? [ar-Rahman: 60] * Official Member of the Poet Crew * O Allah, Lord of Jibril, Mika'il and Israfil, Creator of the heavens and the earth, Knower of the unseen and the seen, You will judge between Your servants concerning that wherein they differ. Guide me with regard to that wherein there is dispute concerning the truth by Your leave, for You guide whomsoever You will to the straight path. Oh Allah, I seek refuge in You lest I misguide others, or I am misguided by others, lest I cause others to err or I am caused to err, lest I abuse others or be abused, and lest I behave foolishly or meet with the foolishness of others.

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jawanazam Member Status: Offline Posts: 86 Reputation: 68 Rep Power: 21 Join Date: May 2005 Location: new zealand Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-12-2005 jazak allahu khaira allahu akar great story

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Genius Paranoid Android Status: Offline Posts: 461 Reputation: 1040 Rep Power: 25 Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Manchester/Leicester Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-13-2005 Did they do an autopsy?

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Tazkiyahtulnafs StUdEnT_Of_KnOwLeDgE Status: Offline Posts: 83 Reputation: 44 Rep Power: 22 Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Sea-town Gender: Way of Life: Muslim	Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL - 05-13-2005 oh masha'Allah that was a beautiful post jazaka'Allahu khair for that May Allah guide us all