Allah loves you and cares story

[BilalKid]

want to share this :shade:

Every Friday afternoon, after the "Jumma" congregational prayers, the Imam (mosque leader) and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.

This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'

His dad asked, 'Ready for what?'

'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.' his son replies.

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gave his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, don't people need this message, even though it's raining?'

Dad answered, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

Despondently, the boy asked, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'

'Thanks, Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something held him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH/God REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concluded the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.
'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, I was contemplating suicide as I had no hope left.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'
Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR..'ALLAH AKBAR'.(God is the Greatest)... rang through the air.

Imam/Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where his little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no congregational prayer had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...
...

[eesa the kiwi]

there was a youtube vid about this
does anyone remember what it was called?

[strivingobserver98]

there was a youtube vid about this
does anyone remember what it was called?

I think it might be mentioned somewhere on this lecture brother, not sure.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTseUZ-6Lkg

[Eric H]

Greetings and peace be with you BilalKid;

God works in mysterious ways, I go out at night time with the Street Pastor team, our prayers are, Lord place in our path the people you need us to see, Lord help us with the words and actions to spread your love in our town. Recently around 2 am, we came across a woman sat on the pavement, she'd had a few to drink, we asked if she was ok and could she get home, she said she was fine, so we walked away.

Something was not right, so we went back again to see her, this time she started to talk more, she was angry, depressed and had nothing to live for, we talked about God's love and forgiveness. Two hours later, she handed us the Stanley knife that she had just brought to end her life with.

In the spirit of praying to a merciful God,

Eric