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YM Usrah Umar
04-17-2011, 12:12 PM
i woud like to make a thread (hopefully maybe a sticky thread) of rare stories inislam that maybe is not heard alot. so please people if you have a rare story of a past prophet, a wise man etc etc, then post it here please.

i will post a story about jurayj, very good story so please read and contribute...jazaks (this is the longer version i believe, i have another narration, so hopfully this is ok)

The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said: 'No human child has ever spoken in the cradle except for Isa ibn Maryam, peace be upon him, and the associate of Jurayj.' The Prophet of Allah was asked, 'Who was the associate of Jurayj?' The Prophet said: 'Jurayj was a monk who lived alone in his hermitage. There was a cow-herd who used to take shelter at the foot of his hermitage, and a woman from the village used to come to the cow-herd. One day his mother came and called, "Jurayj" while he was praying. He asked himself, "My mother or my prayer?" He thought that he should prefer the prayer. She shouted to him a second time and he asked himself, "My mother or my prayer?" He thought he should prefer the prayer. She shouted a third time and again he asked himself, "My mother or my prayer?" He thought he should prefer the prayer. When he did not answer her, she said: "Jurayj, may Allah not let you die until you have looked in the face of the prostitutes." Then she left.

Then the village woman was brought to the king after she had given birth to a child. He asked, 'Whose is it?' She replied, 'Jurayj's.' He asked, 'The man in the hermitage?' She answered, 'Yes.' He ordered, 'Destroy his hermitage and fetch him to me.' His hermitage was hacked down with axes until it collapsed. Jurayj's hand was bound to his neck with a rope and he was dragged along and paraded through the district of the prostitutes. He saw them and smiled. They were staring at him along with the other people. The king said, 'Do you know what this woman claims?' He asked, 'What does she claim?' He said, 'She claims you are the father of her child.' He asked her, 'Is this what you claim?' 'Yes' she replied. Then he asked, 'Where is the child?' They replied, 'It is the one who is in her lap.' He turned to the child and asked, 'Who is your father?' He [the baby] said, 'The cow-herd.' The king said, 'Shall we build your hermitage out of gold?' He replied, 'No.' He asked, "Of silver?' He answered, 'No.' The king asked, 'Then of what shall we make it?' He said, 'Put it back the way it was.' The king then asked, 'What made you smile?' He said, 'Something that I knew. My mother's supplication overtook me.' Then he told him about it.

reported by al-bukhari (3436) and muslim (2550 and others)
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Muhammad
04-20-2011, 06:59 PM
Assalaamu Alaykum,

:threadapp
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YM Usrah Umar
04-20-2011, 09:07 PM
according sheikh abu eesa ther was actually 4 babys who spoke, any1 kno who they are?
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YM Usrah Umar
04-20-2011, 09:14 PM
in the other narration it says "Jurayj asked that the baby to be brought, he purified himself and made dua to Allah. Then he poked the baby and said "O Child! Who is your father? The child answered "The Shephard!"....

the story shows that the mothers dua can be responded to against her offspring. When any obligatory act must be responded to, the dua must be postponed for another time.

but this story is class mashallah
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YM Usrah Umar
04-20-2011, 09:18 PM
heres another rare story....kinda funny too, its reliable but i dont kno the narration etc, if sum1 can help me find it meanwhile i would be greatful...jazaks

A companion noticed that the prophet (pbuh) was upset over something. So he thought of a way to get the prophet (pbuh) to laugh. He asked, “O Messenger of Allah. When the dajjal (anti-Christ) comes people will be experiencing a great drought and he will have mountains of good food. Do you think that if I am still living that I should go to him and eat of his food as much as I want, then when I am completely full I declare my belief in God and reject him? Or should I just disdain his food?” The prophet, may God’s peace and blessings be upon him laughed – and in general his laughter was to smile – and he said, “God, may He be exalted, will give you sufficiency on that day as He gives the believers.”
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Ghazalah
04-20-2011, 10:14 PM
I like this thread :D

Will post something later inshAllah when I find out where the source is from :hmm:
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YM Usrah Umar
04-21-2011, 10:17 PM
plz do sister plz...i think it would be good if this thread was to be check out alot and ppl inputted also iA.
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Reflections
04-21-2011, 10:20 PM
AsSalaamu Aalaykum WarahmatAllah Wabarakatuh,

Anyone heard of the story of 'The Pearl Necklace'?
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YM Usrah Umar
04-21-2011, 10:27 PM
Originally Posted by Bint Abi
AsSalaamu Aalaykum WarahmatAllah Wabarakatuh,

Anyone heard of the story of 'The Pearl Necklace'?
are u sayin as in u kno this story and askin others if they kno it or ur askin for us to tell u the story?
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YM Usrah Umar
04-21-2011, 10:41 PM
heres another 1 but can sum1 confirm this story tho plz?

Abu Umama narrated that the Prophet said, “When Iblees had descended to the earth. He said, ‘O Lord! You made me descend to the earth and You made me an outcast, appoint for me a home.’ Allah said, ‘It is the bathrooms.’
He said, ‘Make me an assembly (gatherings).’ Allah said, ‘Markets and shopping places.’
Shaytan asked again, ‘Assign for me food.’ And Allah said, ‘Every food on which the Name of Allah has
not been mentioned (pronounced).’
He said, ‘Decide for me a drink.’ Allah said, ‘Wine (intoxicants).’
He said, ‘Appoint me a caller (an announcer).’ Allah said, ‘It is musical instruments.’
He said, ‘Make for me a quran.’ Allah said, ‘Poetry.’
He said, ‘Decide for me a writing.’ Allah said, ‘Tattooing.’
Shaytan said, ‘Assign me a discourse (talk/chat).’ Allah said, ‘Lying.’
Then he said, ‘Appoint for me messenger.’ Allah said, ‘The fortunetellers and soothsayers.’
Shaytan said, ‘Decide for me a hunting means with which I can hunt (trap).’ Allah said, ‘Women.’
[See, Mu'jam al-Kabeer]
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Reflections
04-21-2011, 10:54 PM
I am asking if anyone knows the story if not..insha-Allah I'll post it
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aadil77
04-21-2011, 10:54 PM
Excellent thread, theres often stories we hear in khutbahs and majaalis but are rarely spoken about
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Ğħαrєєвαħ
04-21-2011, 11:11 PM
Jazakallaahu Khaair

Great thread!
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YM Usrah Umar
04-22-2011, 10:57 AM
Originally Posted by Bint Abi
I am asking if anyone knows the story if not..insha-Allah I'll post it
plz post sister
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- Qatada -
04-22-2011, 11:18 AM
:salamext:


http://www.islamicboard.com/islamic-...load-free.html
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YM Usrah Umar
04-22-2011, 11:43 AM
Originally Posted by - Qatada -
jazaks...this has alot of storys i aint heard b4
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YM Usrah Umar
04-24-2011, 11:36 AM
anymore rare stories guys? thers a story where these ppl are trying to kill a beleievr but they are unable to do so and instead they die, but he said to them at 1 point...if u wanna kil me...then say in the name off allah, they did and they killed him but from this happening they all converted to islam, can sum1 post this story? its in the tafsir of Sarah Buruj in the 30th sapara
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Muslim Woman
04-24-2011, 01:05 PM
Salaam

Originally Posted by YM Usrah Umar
according sheikh abu eesa ther was actually 4 babys who spoke, any1 kno who they are?
..Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: The Prophet said, "None spoke in the cradle but only three (persons),
Isa (Jesus) son of Maryam (Mary),
The second one was the companion of Juraij who was a pious person.



...
The Prophet continued "Then there was a baby who was sucking at his mother's breast when a person dressed in fine garment came on a priceless riding animal's back. His mother said: '0 Allah, make my child like this one.' He (the babe) left sucking and looked at him, and said: '0 Allah, don't make me like him.' He then returned to the breast and resumed sucking.'' He (Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) said: As though I can see Messenger of Allah as he is illustrating the scene of his sucking milk with his forefinger in his mouth and sucking that.

He (Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him)) further reported Messenger of Allah (PBUH) as saying,

"There happened to pass by them a slave girl who was being beaten and they were saying: 'You have committed fornication and theft.' She was saying: 'Allah is enough for me and He is my Good Protector, and his mother said: '0 Allah, don'tmake my child like her.' He left sucking looked at her and said: '0 Allah! Make me like her.' It was followed by a conversation between the mother and the child. She said: 'A good looking man happened to pass by and I said: 0 Allah, make my child like him, and you said: 0 Allah, don't make me like him, and there passed a girl while they were beating her and saying: You committed fornication and theft, and I said: 0 Allah, don't make my child like her, and you said: 0 Allah, make me like her.' The child said: 'That man was a tyrant, and I said: 0 Allah don't make me like him; and they were saying about the girl: You committed fornication, whereas in fact she had not committed that and they were saying: You have committed theft, whereas she had not committed theft, so I said: 0 Allah, make me like her".

[Al-Bukhari and Muslim].

Commentary: This Hadith tells us of three babies who spoke in the cradle. All the three babies were from Banu Israel and their story is mentioned in Sahih Muslim in the story of Ashab-ul-Ukhdud. This Hadith proves the following points:

1. When a person is called by his parents while he is engaged in voluntary prayer, he should give priority to the call of parents.

2. A true Muslim has to pass sometimes through great trials. He must face them with patience and steadfastness because ultimately Almighty Allah helps the true believers.

3. 0ne must avoid copying haughty people no matter how attractive their appearance is. 0ne should try to emulate the virtuous people because true success lies in their conduct.

http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=64064
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Muslim Woman
04-24-2011, 01:16 PM
Salaam

Originally Posted by YM Usrah Umar
anymore rare stories guys? thers a story where these ppl are trying to kill a beleievr but they are unable to do so and instead they die, but he said to them at 1 point...if u wanna kil me...then say in the name off allah, they did and they killed him but from this happening they all converted to islam, can sum1 post this story? its in the tafsir of Sarah Buruj in the 30th sapara

it's a long story . Pl. visit the link for full tafseer.

The Story of the Sorcerer, the Monk, the Boy and Those Who were forced to enter the Ditch


..Then the boy returned to the king and the king said, "What did your companions do''


The boy replied, "Allah, saved me from them.'' Then he said to the king, "You will not be able to kill me until you do as I order you. And if you do as I order you, you will be able to kill me.''

The king asked, "And what is that'' The boy said, "Gather the people in one elevated place and tie me to the trunk of a tree; then take an arrow from my quiver and say: `In the Name of Allah, the Lord of the boy.' If you do this, you will be able to kill me.'' So he did this, and placing an arrow in the bow, he shot it, saying, "In the Name of Allah, the Lord of the boy.'' The arrow hit the boy in the temple, and the boy placed his hand over the arrow wound and died.

The people proclaimed, "We believe in the Lord of the boy!''


http://www.tafsir.com/default.asp?sid=85&tid=57789
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Reflections
04-24-2011, 01:59 PM
(It's a long read but worth it, truely a beautiful story)

*The Pearl Necklace*



Qazi Abu Bakr Muhammad bin Abdul Baqi Ansari is an illustrious personality of Islamic History. He was the most pious person of his time. Even after the lapse of nine centuries, his exemplary life is a source of guidance to Muslims. His biographers tell a number of tales of his honesty and reliability but the one that affected his whole life is full of strange and unique events. He has narrated this story in his own words and it adorns the pages of history books.


"In the middle of the 5th century Hijri, I was a student of the Holy Quran and Hadith in Makkah. During that period, I once became jobless and my means of income came to an end. I managed, somehow, to subsist for a few days but soon it became hard to obtain even two square meals. My studies were discontinued and I had to sell a few of my books to support myself. I was at the edge of starvation but my feelings of self-respect did not allow me to borrow or beg from anybody.

One day, I was hungry, as usual. I went to the Holy Ka'bah to pray to Almighty Allah to save me from my sad plight. On my way back, I saw a velvet cloth pouch lying near the road edge. I picked it up. It was nicely sewn and neatly tied with a silk cord. I looked around to find its owner but the road was deserted and nobody was in sight. I carried the pouch to my house.


I was curious to know the contents of the small bag. As I untied the cord, a very precious necklace of pearls slipped into my hand. The luster of the spotless pearls almost lit my room. The pearls of different sizes were nicely put together in a string of crimson colored silk. It was a radiant beauty and I was thrilled to hold the valuable ornament. For a moment, I altogether forgot the hungry and pitiable state in which I was. My thoughts went to the unfortunate owner who had lost the precious jewelry. He must be unhappy and very worried due to his great loss. The course of action which I instantly decided on was to look for the owner and give him back his necklace to relieve him of this mental suffering. It never came to my mind to keep it wrongfully in my possession. So I set out to search for him. Leaving the bag behind, I went straight to the place were it was found.

A group of excited men were standing there and were busy in anxious conversation. I went close to them. Their topic of discussion was the missing pouch of pearls. An old man whose nobility and magnanimity was evident from his imposing personality, was standing amidst them. He was explaining the loss of his pearls to the attentive audience and was announcing a reward of five hundred gold coins to the person who could help him in recovering the lost necklace.


I listened to his account of the loss very carefully. When I was sure of his ownership, I held his hand gently and requested him to come along with me. He looked at me very hopefully and without asking any questions, he followed me. On the way back to my house, I was delightfully thinking that a handsome amount of five hundred dinars would be mind after a short while. The very thought of getting a reward of that much money was very pleasing. I was wondering whether my miseries would be over. I would no longer be a hungry or poor person. With such happy ideas in my mind, I entered my house and also invited the old man to come in.


When we sat down, I asked my perplexed guest about some marks of identification of his lost bad, so that his ownership could be established beyond doubt. He readily explained the shape and color of the pouch. He told me about its contents and gave an exact count of the pearls. He even described the tying cord. It convincingly proved that he was the rightful owner of the bad and the necklace of pearls. I silently rose and brought out the necklace pouch. As he saw it, his gloomy expression at once changed. His shining eyes beamed with joy and he looked at me with sincere gratefulness. His pleasant glance of thanks impressed me, and my own mode of thinking suddenly changed.


A little earlier, I was enjoying the idea of getting a good reward but now my mind was reasoning as to what I had actually done to deserve it. It was by sheer chance that the bag had came into my possession. I had exerted no efforts to obtain it. Therefore, why did I expect to get a reward for returning it to its rightful owner? But I was actually in dire need of money. My poverty and the grim realities of life were looking me in the face. Why shouldn’t I accept the reward? It was absolutely legitimate and surely there was no harm in taking it. A painful conflict of indecision was going on within me and I was in an uneasy state of double mindedness.
The noble old man was looking at the necklace again and again as to assure himself of its recovery. He then looked at me and said, "O dear me, you are a virtuous person and I thank you from the core of my heart. I am unable to express fully my feelings o fgratittude for your act of praiseworthy conduct. Nevertheless, I offer you a purse of five hundred dinars as a humble present and request you to kindly accept it."


He then placed in front of me a purse full of gold coins. A conflicting struggle of ideas was still going on in my mind. The sight of money which was within my easy reach was very tempting but I checked myself and said, "Sir, I thank you for offering me a substantial amount as a reward but it is impossible for me to accept it."

"Why not?" asked my noble guest, "You justly deserve the reward because I am giving it entirely of my own free will. I gladly give it to you as a humble token of my gratitude. Please do not dishearten me by refusing it." I replied, "Sir, I cannot even think of being rude to decline your kind offer, but iti is certainly improper for me to take it without doing anything to earn it. The necklace is yours and I happened to find it only by chance. Its restoration to you does not entitle me to take anything in return. Please do not insist on me to accept what is not morally due to me."


He was rather surprised by my firm refusal. Normally people yearn for money but I was adamantly declining it. He said, "My son! It is a virtue to be an honest person but the money is which is being offered to you is not disallowed by our faith. It is not prohibited to offer or accept such presents. Therefore, I request you to reconsider your unrealistic stand and keep that purse for the sake of my pleasure if not for anything else."

I said, "Sir, I do not at all intend to displease you, but the pleasure of Almighty Allah is more important to be reckoned with than your or my pleasure. If there is any good in my action, I will prefer to leave the matter to His Grace for compensation, which I do not wan tot risk for all the riches of this world. Kindly do not insist because I am determined not to accept any undue reward." My guest collected his pouch and purse and stood much dejectedly to leave. He patted me on the back and left without a word.


After a week or so, I got back my previous job. My days of deprivation and hunger were over. I rejoined my classes and forgot all about the incident I my busy schedule of daily routine. I exerted all of my energy to acquire knowledge of the Holy Qur'an and Hadith. My main subject of interest was Islamic Jurisprudence. I completed my studies with a distinction.


On the recommendation of my tutor, I was offered an appointment as Qazi of Qurtaba, (Cordova) the capital city of Haspaniyah (presently known as Spain). I readily accepted the post and started to prepare myself very happily for the long journey. I took leave of my colleagues and went to the port of Jeddah to embark on the ship for my destination. I boarded a merchant ship to carry me to the land of my future hopes.


For the first few days, the voyage was smooth and very enjoyable. Then suddenly a violent storm of severe intensity overtook us and the ship was engulfed by stormy waves. The mountain high waves tossed the ship around like a tiny toy. The masts were broken and the sails torn. A mighty wave crushed the ship and wrecked it completely. A few screams were heard and it was all over. I saw some floating boards and a few victims of the crash swimming around trying to save their lives. They were the only survivors of the hapless ship who were drifting over the ocean surface. When I recovered from the shock, I found myself clinging to a plan and moving with it at the mercy of the waves.


After drifting for two days, in a semi-conscious state, the waves tossed me upon the shore. I thanked Almighty Allah for saving me from the jaws of death. I was so weak that I couldn’t move. I helplessly lay there exposed to the scorching heat of the burning rays of the sun. I crawled to the dim shadows of a thorny bush. I lost track of time and was in a state between dizziness and heavy slumber.


After some time, I slightly opened my eyes and saw a few strange faces staring at me. They poured a few drops of water into my mouth and I came out of my oblivion but was still unable to speak. They made up a stretcher and carried me to a nearby town. When we approached near it, the first man-made thing which caught my eye was a towering minaret of a Masjid. I thanked Allah for being among my own brethren of faith.


They took me to a house belonging to one of them and laid me on a comfortable bed. With proper care, feeding, and treatment, I soon regained my lost energy. I told my kind host all about myself and the mishap of the ship wreck. My host, whose name was Faleh Hasan, informed me that I was in Hodeida, a coastal town of Yemen. The tract where I was luckily found was a desolate region and was a less treaded part of the coast. Faleh Hasan and his friends noticed a few vultures circling over the area, so they went to investigate and found me there in an unconscious state. He introduced me to his friends and I expressed my heartful thanks for saving my life. Due to their loving concern, I was soon normal, both mentally and physically.


I began to attend Masjid to offer my regular prayers and there I came to know many persons of nobility and of high-ranking positions. They all knew my unhappy episode through my host and treated me with understanding and respect. One of them was the aged and pious Sheikh Ahmad bin Suhail who usually led the prayers. He always greeted me with fatherly affection which touched me to the heart.


One day, he was a little late to arrive to the Masjid, so the people requested me to lead the prayers. My hesitation and excuses proved to be useless before their sincere appeals. That day I performed the duties of Imam. I did my best to recite clearly the Verses of the Holy Qur'an during the prayer and afterwards delivered a brief sermon on Islamic Law. Everyone seemed to be highly impressed. Sheikh Ahmad bin Suhail came forward and congratulated me on my excellent performance. I thanked him for his appreciation and encouragement. I came back to the house of my host filled with delight and self-confidence.


But later, I had sometimes thought that I had overstayed my welcome. So after the evening prayers, I stated my intention of leaving, but my host disagreed with me. He wanted me to stay for a few more days to recoup my health fully. At night, when I was going to bed, Sheikh Ahmad bin Suhail came with a few respectable people of the town. The friends of Faleh Hasan, who were my saviors, were also with them. When the preliminary formalities of greeting each other were over and all were comfortably seated, Sheikh Ahmad turned his eyes towards me and said, "Dear Abu Bakr, I have been honored by these gentlemen to speak to you, on behalf of them, about their commendable wish. I expect, you will please assent to it."


I was perplexed by that kind of address. So I said nervously, "Sir, you are very helpful and kind to me. I cannot disregard any of your commands or wishes. You can order me to do anything and it will be an honor for me to obey it."

He said, "Dear son, we all earnestly desire you to stay here with us forever. The regular Imam of our Masjid had died last year. We still mourn his death and perhaps will do so forever. His respect is deeply rooted in our hearts. He had enlightened our lives with the torch of knowledge. We wish you to take his place and consent to be our Imam. We may not be able to offer you a better paid position than that of the Qazi in Qurtaba, but we will surely give you our love, affection, and respect."

"But Sir," I protested, "I am a fresh, inexperienced student and feel small to carry out the sacred duties of the high office of Imam." The Sheikh said, "My son, do not underestimate yourself. We all have heard your recitiation and sermon, and are fully convinced of your ability to fulfill those responsibilities."

Before I could think of any evasive answer, my host, Faleh Hasan, and his friends vehemently backed up the proposal. I was left with no other alternative but to nod in affirmative. Everybody was pleased with my decision, especially Sheikh Ahmad who thanked me and kissed my forehead. They all rose to leave and thanking me individually, departed very happy.

They left me thinking how the secret hands of fate change the course of destiny in a secret manner. Circumstances secretly take such a turn that they altogether change the plans made up by man. I had cherished the hope of being a Qazi of Qurtaba and had taken steps to attain that goal, but preordained events made me an Imam of the Masjid in Hodeida.


So a new phase in my life began. I took charge of the imposed position and shifted to the assigned house of the Imam. I restarted the primary school that had closed due to the sad demise of the former Imam. I also commenced evening classes to impart lessons to explain the meaning of the Holy Qur'an.

I completely adjusted myself to the new environment and people generally accepted me as their religious leader. I was very contented and never for a moment regretted my decision to settle there. All the people, young and old alike, were happy and respected me. The feelings of any estrangement all faded away and I became as if I was one of them for ages.


One day, Sheikh Ahmad came to me and after enquiring about my welfare, said, "Dear Abu Bakr, your services to or townsmen are praiseworthy and beyond our expectations. I am glad that you had accepted our offer of staying with us. Now have come to you to ask one more favor."

I said, "Sir, I am at your service. Please tell me and I will comply with your order."

He said, "Dear son, a man is not perfect without his partner of life. I want you to marry and take full advantage of life. Marriage is also a sacred Sunna of our Holy Prophet. The sweet marital responsibilities are a real blessing which have been conferred onto man."

I replied, "Sir, you have always advised me in my best interest. I take you as a father to me and in this matter also, I will follow you counsel."

The Sheikh said, "Your predecessor, the late Imam of this Masjid was a very close friend of mine. He had a daughter, and when he was sure of his end, he entrusted her to my protection and care. Since then she has been under my guardianship. She is a lovely and adorable girl of good manners. Allah has endowed her with physical and mental beauty. She is virtuous and is a suitable match for you. I wish to give her in marriage to you and I feel sure that it will be a marriage of true minds."


I had no objection to the proposal whatsoever. A few days later, the bonds of marriage united us. After the festive ceremonies were over, Sheikh Ahmad escorted her to my house that was in fact her old abode where she had lived with her late father. I looked at her and my gaze was concentrated steadily on her. I forgot to even say welcome to her. I was not only looking at her beautiful and charming face, and at her downcast eyes; but my glance was riveted upon her pretty neck, which was ornamented by precious pearls. I at once recognized that necklace. It was the same necklace that I once found on a deserted road of Makkah. I looked at her in silent and open-mouthed wonder.


Sheikh Ahmad noticed my confused condition and thought that her beauty and the luster of the pearls had enchanted me. He politely said, "Dear Abu Bakr, that necklace and its wearer, both are yours now and you can take all your time to behold them. It may, perhaps, interest you to know that the necklace has a strange story of its own. Five years ago, my friend went to Makkah for pilgrimage and took that necklace with him to get it re-polished. There, he lost it. But due to the goodness of an honest young man, he recovered it intact. That commendable young man refused to sell his honesty and declined the pressing offer of a handsome reward. He left a lasting impression upon my friend who always remembered and talked about him. He once confided to me that he had a mind to go to Makkah again and ask that virtuous young man to accept the hand of his daughter, but time did not allow him to do so. Anyhow, it was destined differently. His daughter was to become your wife instead of his. The decreed decisions of fate are strange and beyond the understanding of man."

An emotional storm erupted within me. The strange happenings of the fateful events which were unfolded by the hidden hands of destiny agitated me and drops of tears rolled down my cheeks; I looked towards Sheikh Ahmad through misty eyes and said, "Dear Sir, you are very right to say that insight into the unknown mysteries of fate is not possible. It would perhaps be a pleasant surprise to know that I am the same person who found the necklace and restored it to your friend. He, in return, offered me an amount of five hundred dinars. Although I was a pauper and was suffering from the agonies of hunger in those days, my conscience did not allow me to accept anything that was not my due. I pinned all my hopes and expectations of Almighty Allah for any reward. And here I am with His gracious and greatest reward of all."


Sheikh Ahmad was amazed and without saying a word, he held my hand and shook it was a passion. My newly wedded wife lifted her eyes and looked me full in the face. Her eyes were filled with enthusiastic love that any husband ever could desire for. Almighty Allah had bestowed upon me His favors by giving me a considerate and loving wife and nothing in life surpasses that bliss."

:wub:
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YM Usrah Umar
04-24-2011, 10:12 PM
^^ ooof mashallah great story
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almannai
04-25-2011, 07:00 AM
:salamext:

Thank you
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YM Usrah Umar
04-25-2011, 11:51 AM
ther must be more rare stuff from these tafseers books perhaps?
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YM Usrah Umar
04-26-2011, 09:52 PM
heres some more from "The Jinn - In the Quran & Sunnah" by Mustafa Ashour, il upload them 1 by 1 in time iA

Makhul Abu Uthman (RA) narrated that once when Isa (AS) was praying at the top of a mountain, Iblis came to him and said "Don't you believe in the determination and the decree? Isa (AS) said "Indeed I do". So he said to Isa "Then throw yourself over the edge and only what Allah has decreed for you will befall you." Isa (AS) retorted "The Lord puts his slave to the test and tries him. Its is not proper for the slave to test his Lord.

Ibn Abi'd Dunya transmits it
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SlaveOfGod
04-26-2011, 11:36 PM
Jazakallahukhair for that brother ^^

idk if I can post this one but it is definitely worth watching:
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tw009
04-27-2011, 04:17 AM
Bint Abi- that was such a beautiful story, teaches us so many lessons.
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Reflections
04-27-2011, 10:35 AM
SlaveofGod: I didn't think of posting that one actually subhanAllah..it is truely a great story..definitely worth watching!
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YM Usrah Umar
04-27-2011, 09:43 PM
again from "The Jinn - In the Quran & Sunnah" by Mustafa Ashour

It says in Tablis Iblis, When Nuh (AS) embarked on the ship, he saw an old man whom he did not recognise. Nuh (AS) said to him "How have you come on board?" He replied "I have come on in order to afflict the hearts of your companions so that their hearts will be with me and their bodies with you" Nuh (AS) said "Get away, enemy of Allah! Iblis said "There are 5 things by which people are destroyed. I will tell you three of them and not tell you the other two". Allah (SWT) said to Nuh (AS) "There is no need for the three. Command him to tell you about the two". He said "People are destroyed by those two which are envy and avarice. Envy was cursed and became an accursed shaytan. Adam (AS) was allowed the entire Garden but because of avarice I got what I needed from him and he was expelled from the Garden".
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