Short Stories [Archive] - Page 2

Hajar

03-11-2006, 11:26 PM

GLASS OF MILK

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to
door to pay his way through school, found he had only
one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman
opened the door.

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She
thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass
of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How
much do I owe you?"

You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has
taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt
stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was
strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Many year's later that same young woman became
critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They
finally sent her to the big city, where they called in
specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a
strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the
hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He
recognized her at once.

He went back to the consultation room determined to do
his best to save her life. From that day he gave
special attention to her case.

After a long strugle, the battle was won.

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the
final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then
wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to
her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it
would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention
on the side of the bill. She read these words ...

"Paid in full with one glass of milk"

(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart
prayed: "Thank You,
God, that Your love has spread broad through human
hearts and hands."

There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread
cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed
you do today may benefit you or someone you love at
the least expected time. If you never see the deed
again at least you will have made the world a better
place - And, after all, isn't that what life is all
about?

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to
cross and which -- To burn ...

Snowflake

03-11-2006, 11:40 PM

Originally Posted by mashaallah

mashallah
its actually allah the all mighty who protected her
allahu akbar
and in allah should all the beleivers put their trust
salaam

:sl:
No doubt it was Allah who protected her but Allah has assigned duties to angels to take care of his creation. For instance I am writing this not Allah, but it is Allah will that I am able to do it.
:w:

abdul Majid

03-11-2006, 11:52 PM

i heard this before, just a week ago i was trying to rememebr it, thats so wierd that its posted now subhanaallah....

Mainul_Islam

03-12-2006, 02:19 AM

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?

MinAhlilHadeeth

03-12-2006, 02:22 AM

Yeahhh... i heard this before. Subhan-Allah, cool aint it?
:w::rose::peace:

Anonymous.92

03-12-2006, 02:54 AM

Mashallah, that's a beautiful story.

songinwind

03-12-2006, 02:57 AM

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

BlissfullyJaded

03-12-2006, 09:06 AM

Originally Posted by Mainul_Islam

:sl:

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

Mhd_ibn_Mhd

03-12-2006, 11:05 AM

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 :shade:

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

aljawaad

03-13-2006, 04:02 AM

Mashaallah. Excellent post

jameelash

03-13-2006, 08:05 AM

subahanallah-the power of Ayatukursi

waji

03-13-2006, 01:25 PM

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

03-20-2006, 04:09 AM

:w:
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

03-20-2006, 04:17 AM

Subhanallah. Nice one

waji

03-20-2006, 05:27 AM

Asalam u Alikum
Masha'Allah nice one
Walikum as Salam

FatimaAsSideqah

03-21-2006, 09:15 AM

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

03-21-2006, 09:17 AM

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

03-21-2006, 10:14 AM

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

03-21-2006, 10:46 AM

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

03-21-2006, 11:00 AM

:sl:

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?

:w:

aljawaad

03-22-2006, 04:33 AM

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

1m@@n

03-24-2006, 09:42 PM

:salamext:

subhanaAllah sum excellent n v inspiring stories...

heres another inshaAllah....

Our Four Wives !

(Khanqah Sheikh Zakariyya,Lenasia, South Africa)

Legend goes that once there was a very rich merchant in Baghdad who had four wives. The wealth had to be spent on something after all! The old man loved his young and beautiful fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich and beautiful clothes and treated her to all types of delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the third wife a lot. He was very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his relatives and friends. However, the merchant was always in great fear that she might run away with a younger and more handsome man.

He loved his second wife too. A middle-aged lady by then, but her intelligence made up for her age. She was a very considerate person, always patient and in fact she was the one who knew the intricacies of the trade and acted as the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always helped him tide over the difficult times. Now the merchant's first wife - by now frail and neglected - was a very loyal partner. She had stood by her husband through thick and thin and braved the rough times along with her husband. But this was when they were not as rich. She had made great contributions in looking after his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However the merchant did not love his first wife any more and although she loved him deeply he hardly ever took notice of her. Like all good things the opulent and luxurious life of the merchant neared its end.

One day the merchant fell ill. A physician was sent for but he didn't find much hope for the patient's life. Judging by the somber mood of the men and women gathered around him, the merchant knew that he was going to die soon. He reflected on the good times, thought of his luxurious life and mused: “I have four wives but when I die, I will be alone. How lonely I will be.”

He asked his wives to come sit by his side.

He addressed his fourth wife: “I love you the most, have showered on you diamonds, jewels, perfumes and the finest of clothing and have taken great care of you, follow me and give me company in the loneliness of my grave?” “No way,” replied the youngest wife. And she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right through the merchant's heart.

The sad merchant then asked his third wife. “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I am dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “NO!” Replied the third wife “Life is so good over here, after your burial I am going to marry my cousin in Basra. But I promise to arrange a very good funeral for you.” The merchant's heart sank and he turned cold.

He then asked the second wife “I always turned to you for help and you have always helped me in my difficult times. This is a real crisis and now I need your valued help again. When I die, will you follow me and give me your company, you know like the good old days?” “I am sorry, I can't help you out this time.” replied the second wife. “At the very most I can accompany you up to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then he heard a weak and frail voice: “You are my first and my last. I will be with you all the time. I will follow you wherever you go.” The merchant then looked up and saw a frail figure - his first wife. Years of neglect showed on her face. She looked pale and skinny and it was obvious that she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the ailing merchant said, “I should have taken much more care of you while I could have.”

We all have four wives in our lives. The fourth is our body. No amount of health, food, vitamins and visiting the gym and effort we lavish in making it look good will be of any real help, it will leave us when we die. Regarding our third wife? Look beyond your nose - our possessions, status and wealth. When we die they all go to others. The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been during our good times and bad, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the graveyard. The first wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual things that follows us wherever we go.

Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we are on our deathbed to lament.

Khanqah Sheikh Zakariyya

aljawaad

03-28-2006, 11:25 AM

[MOUSE]Gud one[/MOUSE]

nurul3eyn

03-28-2006, 07:03 PM

:sl:

nice one :)

here is another one i like it :) :)
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A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00

For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00

For going to the store for you: $.50

Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25

Taking out the garbage: $1.00

For getting a good report card: $5.00

For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.

For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge.

For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge.

For all the nights filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.

For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge.

When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you."

And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".

:w:

1m@@n

03-28-2006, 09:21 PM

:sakamext:

yeh thats a gud 1 mashaAllah...

mumz r amazing!!!

jzx sis

**hugzz**

ws

aljawaad

03-29-2006, 04:07 AM

[MOUSE]Agree wid u sis, mums r really amazing[/MOUSE]

sapphire

03-29-2006, 02:37 PM

awww subhanallah ! thts a great one mashallah ! :)

sooo true ! we can never pay back our mom for all shes done.........may Allah grant our parents jaanah ! Ameen !:)

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03-29-2006, 02:42 PM

[BANANA]Bless!!! :okay:[/BANANA]

Muslim Soldier

04-01-2006, 06:25 PM

great stories
especially about the rich guy

nurul3eyn

04-02-2006, 12:33 AM

:sl:

During the golden Abbasid period, one of the scholars in Baghdad, the capital of Muslim caliphate at that time, was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem.

One day an acquaintance met the great scholar and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," the scholar replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," the scholar continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test.

The first filter is TRUTH. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

"All right," said the scholar. "So you don't really know if it's true or not.

Now let's try the second filter, the filter of GOODNESS. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," the scholar continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the third filter, the filter of USEFULNESS.

Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded the scholar, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

:w:

sapphire

04-02-2006, 04:18 PM

:thumbs_up thts a good one :)

shud try and remember tht inshallah ! :)

"..MariAm.."

04-14-2006, 02:47 PM

:sl:
Mashallah..!!! jazakallah khairun everyone ..:)
there are soo many..will try n read them later inshallah..:sister:

Muslim Soldier

04-14-2006, 02:56 PM

y did u guys stop?

1m@@n

04-14-2006, 08:54 PM

:salamext:

Friends versus True Friends

One youngster started coming home very late. Several days passed in this manner. One day the father asked, Son, you come home late every night. Where do you go? The son replied, O Father, I have a friend. I visit him every night. We sit and talk. That is why it gets so late. The father said, Really? Does one still find friends in this age? I was under the impression that friends existed in previous times. What use is a friend these days? Are there really such friends in this age? The son replied, Yes, O Father! He is such a friend, one who says that he will shed his blood where my perspiration drips! The father said, Very well. Tomorrow, when you go visit him, take me with.

The following evening the father deliberately delayed setting off, with the result that it was past the normal time of his visit when they reached the friends house. The front door was locked. The son knocked, and also called out to his friend. After having called out several times, the friend, from inside the house, asked, Who is it? The son replied, It is I, your friend, mentioning his name.

The friend said, Oh! You have come rather late. He came and opened the door. Before the son could say a word, this friend of his, the one who had said that he was prepared to shed his blood where the sons perspiration drips, quickly spoke, I slept rather late. I'm still feeling very drowsy. At this moment my tabiyet does not feel at all right. I ask to be forgiven. So saying, he closed the door and latched the chain again, and went back inside.

The father spoke, You had said that he is your friend. How has he turned out to be? Come. Let me show you. I have a friend living nearby. I have gone old, and so has he. I have not visited him for several years. Come. Let us go to him. Then you can judge for yourself.

So saying, they set off again. When they reached the father's friend's house, the father called out to his friend. Immediately the friend replied from inside, Hang on. I'm coming! It's many years since you have visited me!

Kindly note that the son's friend did not recognise the voice of his nightly visitor, but the father's friend immediately recognised who it was, even after a lapse of several years!

After a short delay the door opened, but what a spectacle the friend presented! On his head was a dish, in his one hand he held a bag, and in the other hand a staff (lathi). After salam and formalities were over, the father asked his friend, pointing to the items he was carrying What is all this? The friend replied, I thought to myself, My friend has come, after such a long time, at such an odd hour! He must be in some difficulty! It is possible that he is impoverished and hungry. So this dish contains some food. I shall feed him from this. Or, it may be possible that somebody he owes money to, has made life difficult for him.

So, this bag contains some money to give to him. Or, it may be possible that some enemy is after him, and a fight is imminent. So, this stick(lathi) will serve some use. Dear friend! I'm somewhat old, but i'll still be able to dish out a shot or two! The father reassured him, There is no fight, there is no debt, and I am not famished. This here is my son. He has found himself a friend. I have seen this friend of his. So, now I have brought him to see my friend.

Rasulullah (sallallahu alayhi wasallam) has actually asked to be protected from the type of friend one comes across today. He has said,

"0 Allah! I seek protection from such a trickster friend - I am seeking protection from such a deceitful friend - that he stares at me so fixedly with both his eyes, and it appears that he stares at me with eyes of tremendous love, but in his heart he is tearing me apart and devouring me! I am seeking protection from such a cunning, conniving friend! "

How does one know that he is such a deceitful person? Rasulullah (sallallahu alayhi wasallam) added, "Whenever he sees anything good in me, he buries it! Whenever he sees anything favourable, anything good, any perfection in me, he buries it! He does not bring it to his lips, never mind tell anybody about it. However, whenever he sees anything bad in me, he goes around telling others about it, he publicises it. He discloses my faults to others! 0 Allah! I seek protection from such a friend."

In these times one will find more friends of this type (with a few exceptions).

THERE ARE MANY FRIENDS OUT THERE , BUT TRUE, SINCERE FRIENDS ARE INDEED VERY FEW.

Muslim Soldier

04-16-2006, 02:34 PM

nice

hidaayah

04-16-2006, 04:05 PM

Four seasons of a tree

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no--it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but ONLY one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are--and the pleasure, joy, and love that comes from that life--can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

1m@@n

04-17-2006, 12:01 AM

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jazkak ALlah khyrun for the wonderful story sis....**hugzz**

heres another inshaAllah...

A story of Selflessness

This is a story of Imam Abu Hanifah(R.A.). It was one afternoon. At this latter period of Imam Abu Hanifah(R.A.) life; with age his body had become somewhat heavy, causing him some difficulty in moving around. Also, his house was situated on high ground, with a fair number of steps to climb to reach the entrance.

This particular afternoon Imam Abu Hanifah(R.A.) had just climbed up the steps and entered his house, and had just sat down with the intention of lying down to rest, when somebody called out to him from the bottom of the steps:
I wish to ask you some question. Please come down. Imam Abu Hanifah(R.A.) came down and asked, What is the question that you wish to know?

The person replied, Oh! Just as you had reached the last two or three steps I forgot!

Imam Abu Hanifah(R.A.) said, It is of no consequence. When you remember, you may ask, and Imam-saheb went back up the stairs.
Just as Imam-saheb was about to lie down to rest, this person called out again, I've remembered! Come down. Imam-saheb climbed down again. This time, too, it was the same story: The person said, I had remembered, but " just as you reached the last step, I forgot!"
Sometimes it was the last step that Imam-saheb had reached, sometimes it was the third or fourth last step, but everytime it was the same story, that he had remembered but had forgotten again!

In this way he made Imam-saheb climb up and down six or seven times! Then finally, when Imam-saheb had climbed down and enquired, What is the question? this person replied, Yes! Yes! Now I remember!
Imam-saheb said, Go ahead and ask.

The person asked, What is the taste of faeces?

Let us pause for a moment. He wanted to know what faeces tasted like! Is this a question to put to anybody? How much trouble and inconvenience did he not put Imam-saheb to, to ask this?
However, with an even temperament (mustaqil mizaj), with steadfastness (istiqamat), with a firm stance (thabite-qadam), Imam-saheb responded very calmly, It depends. What type of faeces are you enquiring about - the taste of fresh faeces, or the taste of stale faeces?

The person said, Well... Both! Tell me the taste of fresh faeces and stale faeces.
Imam-saheb answered, "The taste of fresh faeces is sweet, whereas the taste of stale faeces is bitter.
The person said, What, did you taste each of them?

Imam-saheb replied, There is no necessity for one to taste each in order to determine these qualities. There are some signs and indications which will equally lead us to this conclusion. I have noticed that flies tend to settle on freshly-passed faeces. Flies are attracted by sweetness. So, one can conclude that freshly-passed faeces taste sweet. Flies do not settle on stale faeces. Bitterness repels flies. So, again, one can conclude that stale faeces are bitter!
The person said, What you have stated is absolutely correct!
Imam-saheb, in turn, asked him, Why do you say so?
The person explained, I knew the answers beforehand!

He explained further, We were a few people sitting together, having a discussion, and the question came up: In this present age, who is that person who is a sahebe-hilm?
These people wanted to know who is the most accomplished in the quality of hilm, of selflessness, of giving sarifice(qurbani), of undergoing personal inconvenience for the sake of others.
It was our unanimous opinion that it was Imam Abu Hanifah. I came specifically to put you to the test, so that I could see for myself whether our unanimous opinion was correct or not !

1m@@n

04-17-2006, 12:08 AM

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THE STORY OF AN EAGLE TAKING RASULULLAH(Sallaahu alaiyhi wassallam's) SOCKS

Once Rasulullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) after performing wudhu wanted to put on his leather socks. An eagle came along, took one of the socks in its mouth and flew away. Rasulullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) was quite surprised at this and quite distressed.

However, after a short while, the eagle came back, turned the sock upside down towards the ground and a black snake fell out of it. Then the eagle presented the sock to Rasulullah (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) and said:

'O Messenger of Allah, the reason for this flying with the sock was that a snake was hidden inside it;This was the cause of my insulting behaviour.
Allah ordered me to protect you, otherwise I had no other duty Than to be submissive and utterly respect towards you." Rasulullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam),expressed his gratitude to Allah Ta'ala and said: 'The incident which I considered a sad affair Was actually a case of loyalty and mercy. 0 Eagle you carried my sock away and I became displeased,

You made me sad and I considered it a case of grief. The eagle replied:

'O Beloved for you this incident is a lesson of warning from Allah
So that you may be pleased with every verdict of Allah And consider it as a means of goodness. And accept with pleasure from Allah if anything contrary to your wish takes place.

That anything which outwardly appears to harm you by Divine verdict
You may be certain that it is for your welfare and good. Should any calamity take place, do not become saddened And be not grief-stricken when
any loss occurs. Because whatever calamity overtakes you wards off a greater calamity And any loss occurring is to ward off a greater loss". The eagle said:

'While flying in the air, I saw the snake inside the sock.
This was not as a result of my own speciality.
No! it was a reflection of your own light and your own blessings.
And Allah in His wisdom kept the snake hidden from you To give a special lesson".

LESSON
The lesson in this story is that a person should not become impatient and unduly worried when a calamity comes. Instead one should think that it has come to ward off a greater calamity. In other words, one should always pray for safety and make plans in that direction, but be patient over any calamity that comes his way from Allah Ta'ala. The thought that it has come to ward off greater calamity, is a consolation and eases the pain and suffering.

nurul3eyn

04-17-2006, 06:16 AM

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PARENTS

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"
The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"
The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"
At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"
This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So, if your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave

:w: :brother: :sister:

Muslim Soldier

04-17-2006, 12:11 PM

nice

Muslim Soldier

04-17-2006, 12:26 PM

Originally Posted by nurul3eyn

its soo sad :X

sapphire

04-17-2006, 12:52 PM

ahhh mashallah these last few were excellent stories !! jazakallah for sharing ! :thumbs_up

Pk_#2

04-19-2006, 02:47 PM

The Woman: a parable
Nuh Ha Mim Keller
A man was walking through the marketplace one afternoon when, just as the muezzin began the call to prayer, his eye fell on a woman's back. She was strangely attractive, though dressed in fulsome black, a veil over head and face, and she now turned to him as if somehow conscious of his over-lingering regard, and gave him a slight but meaningful nod before she rounded the corner into the lane of silk sellers. As if struck by a bolt from heaven, the man was at once drawn, his heart a prisoner of that look, forever. In vain he struggled with his heart, offering it one sound reason after another to go his way?wasn't it time to pray??but it was finished: there was nothing but to follow.

He hastened after her, turning into the market of silks,breathing
from the exertion of catching up with the woman, who had unexpectedly outpaced him and even now lingered for an instant at the far end of the market,many shops ahead. She turned toward him, and he thought he could see a flash of a mischievious smile from beneath the black muslin of her veil,
as she? was it his imagination?? beckoned to him again.

The poor man was beside himself. Who was she? The daughter of a wealthy family? What did she want? He requickened his steps and turned into the lane where she had disappeared. And so she led him, always beyond reach, always tantalizingly ahead, now through the weapons market, now the oil merchants', now the leather sellers'; farther and farther from where they began. The feeling within him grew rather than decreased. Was she mad? On and on she led, to the very edge of town.

The sun declined and set, and there she was, before him as
ever. Now they were come, of all places, to the City of Tombs. Had he been in his normal senses, he would have been afraid, but indeed, he now reflected,stranger places than this had seen a lovers' tryst.

There were scarcely twenty cubits between them when he saw her look back, and, giving a little start, she skipped down the steps and through the great bronze door of what seemed to be a very old sepulcher.A soberer moment might have seen the man pause, but in his present state,there was no turning back, and he went down the steps and slid in after her.

Inside, as his eyes saw after a moment, there were two flights of
steps that led down to a second door, from whence a light shone, and which he equally passed through. He found himself in a large room, somehow unsuspected by the outside world, lit with candles upon its walls. There sat the woman, opposite the door on a pallet of rich stuff in her full black dress, still veiled, reclining on a pillow against the far wall. To the right of the pallet, the man noticed a well set in the floor.

"Lock the door behind you," she said in a low, husky voice that was almost a whisper, "and bring the key."

He did as he was told.

She gestured carelessly at the well. "Throw it in."

A ray of sense seemed to penetrate for a moment the clouds
over his understanding, and a bystander, had there been one, might have detected the slightest of pauses.

"Go on," she said laughingly, "You didn't hesitate to miss the prayer as you followed me here, did you?"

He said nothing.

"The time for sunset prayer has almost finished as well,"
she said with gentle mockery. "Why worry? Go on, throw it in. You want to please me, don't you?"

He extended his hand over the mouth of the well, and watched as he let the key drop. An uncanny feeling rose from the pit of his stomach as moments passed but no sound came. He felt wonder, then horror, then comprehension.

"It is time to see me," she said, and she lifted her veil to reveal
not the face of a fresh young girl, but of a hideous old crone, all
darkness and vice, not a particle of light anywhere in its eldritch lines.

"See me well," she said. "My name is Dunya, This World. I am your beloved. You spent your time running after me, and now you have caught up with me. In your grave. Welcome, welcome."

At this she laughed and laughed, until she shook herself into a small mound of fine dust, whose fitful shadows, as the candles went out, returned to the darkness one by one.

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As Allaah, Exalted be He says in The Glorious Qur'an:

"Whatever is with you, will be exhausted, and whatever with Allaah (of good deeds) will remain." (An-Nahl 16:96)

"Know that the life of this world is only play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting among you, and rivalry in respect of wealth and children, as the likeness of vegetation after rain, thereof the growth is pleasing to the tiller; afterwards it dries up and you see it turning yellow; then it becomes straw. But in the Hereafter (there is) a severe torment (for the unbelievers, evildoers), and (there is) Forgiveness of Allaah and (His) Good Pleasure (for the believers, gooddoers), whereas the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment." (Al-Hadid 57:20)

IbnAbdulHakim

04-20-2006, 12:43 PM

Originally Posted by sister 1maan uk

:salamext:

THE STORY OF AN EAGLE TAKING RASULULLAH(Sallaahu alaiyhi wassallam's) SOCKS

Brilliant story of our beloved prophet saws, mashAllah, allahu Akbar :)

Nusaybah

04-23-2006, 12:54 AM

Originally Posted by sister 1maan uk

:salamext:

THE STORY OF AN EAGLE TAKING RASULULLAH(Sallaahu alaiyhi wassallam's) SOCKS

There is no need to question the authenticity of a story when it is for a lesson, but with the Prophet involved, I wonder where this story came from.

Umm Yoosuf

04-25-2006, 12:24 PM

The lion, the rat and the snake

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 pious scholar of Islam. The scholar said, the lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes wherever 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 luxuries of this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxuries 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.

rieaane

04-26-2006, 11:34 AM

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.
(Comment; Plenty of people use such statement --- think again you should never qestion Allah nor object to his willing)

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.

Muslim Soldier

04-26-2006, 04:14 PM

wow so nice stories

that dunya one was very good

IbnAbdulHakim

04-27-2006, 12:24 PM

The Idiot, The Wise Man And The Jug
An idiot may be the name given to the ordinary man, who consistently misinterprets what happens to him, what he does, or what is brought about by others. He does this so completely plausibly that - for himself and his peers - large areas of life and thought seem logical and true.
An idiot of this kind was sent one day with a pitcher to a wise man, to collect some wine.
On the way the idiot, through his own heedlessness, smashed the jar against a rock.
When he arrived at the house of the wise man, he presented him with the handle of the pitcher, and said:
"So-and-so sent you this pitcher, but a horrid stone stole it from me."
Amused and wishing to test his coherence, the wise man asked:
"Since the pitcher is stolen, why do you offer me the handle?"
"I am not such a fool as people say," the idiot told him, "and therefore I have brought the handle to prove my story."

told by Idries Shah in Tales of the Dervishes

chacha_jalebi

04-27-2006, 09:57 PM

A Heavy Story

Once when Hazrat Abdullah Bin Umar (ra) and Hazrat Hussain (ra), were small kids, they were playing. And as it usually happens, when kids play they end up fighting, the same happened here, Hazrat Abdullah Bin Umar(ra) , And Hazrat Imam Hussain(ra) , began fighting, so Hazrat Abdullah (ra) hit Hazrat Hussain(ra) . Because he hit him, Hussain (ra), he got really angry, and as he was a kid, he retailiated back, but Abdullah (ra) , kept gettin the better of him, so in frustation Hazrat Hussain (ra) said to Hazrat Abdullah (ra)

"How dare you hit me, when you know that your father (Hazrat Umar) is the slave/ ghulam of my grandad "

When Abdullah (ra) , heared this, he began crying and went to his dad Hazrat Umar (ra) ,and Hazrat Umar (ra) ,cheered him up and asked him why was he crying. So Abdullah (ra) ,told him that Hussain (ra) , said that "your father is my grandads slave", upon hearing this Hazrat Umar (ra) , jumped up!! and he said to Abdullah (ra), "did he really say that?", Abdullah (ra) , told him "yes".

So Hazrat Umar (ra), said to his son, go to Hussain (ra), and tell him to write what he said on paper, so Abdullah (ra) , did that and he bought the paper back to Hazrat Umar (ra) .

Then Hazrat Umar (ra) , said to his son, "when i die, bury this paper with me, so the angels know that i am RasoolAllahs (saw) , slave, and they might forgive me for me being his slave"

mashallah c the excellence n greatness of Ameer Ul Momineen Hazrat Umar (ra)

jameelash

04-28-2006, 02:24 AM

The Imam and the Bus Driver

Several years ago an Imam moved to London, United Kingdom. He often took the bus from his home to the downtown area. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the same bus. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a twenty pence ('tuppence') too much change.

As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the twenty pence back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, "Oh,forget it, it's only a tuppence. Who would worry about this little amount?Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from Almighty Allah (swt) and keep quiet." When his stop came, the Imam paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the twenty pence back to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change". The driver with a smile, replied,"Aren't you the new Imam in this area? I have been thinking lately about going to worship at your Mosque. I just wanted to see what you would do, if I gave you too much change."

When the Imam stepped off the bus, his knees became weak and soft, he had to grab the nearest light pole and held on for support, and looked up to the heavens and cried: "Oh Allah, I almost sold Islam for twenty pence!"

Brothers and Sisters: We may never see the impact our actions have on people. Sometimes we are the only knowledge of Qu'ran someone will read, or the only Islam someone will see. We can't settle for our sins and think that since we have been defiled by our sins, we cannot be a model for Islamic life.Quite the contrary. We are all on the same level in one aspect, as human beings. We are ALL sinners and need forgiveness.

However, the big difference is that one is saved by belief, that belief of the UNSEEN; that belief that Almighty Allah is watching one. This code of conduct which teaches one morals, etiquettes and values so that we as Human Beings may respect and honour one another.

Be careful and be honest everyday, because you never know who is watching. But, Remember Allah Ta'ala is watching.
MAY ALLAH ALMIGHTY HELP US IN ALL WALKS OF LIFE, Ameen.

chacha_jalebi

04-29-2006, 08:40 PM

mashallah man d above story lik hit me propa!! mashallah n jazakhallah 4 sharin!! May Allah (swt) reward yaa!!!

IbnAbdulHakim

05-02-2006, 01:40 PM

imam n bus was close 2 gettin me 2 tears :uuh:

mulk91

05-02-2006, 07:31 PM

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The Ox and the Frog

"Oh Father," said a little Frog to the big one sitting by the side of a pool, "I have seen such a terrible monster! It was big as a mountain, with horns on its head, and a long tail, and it had hoofs divided in two."

"Tush, child, tush," said the old Frog, "that was only Farmer White's Ox. It isn't so big either; he may be a little bit taller than I, but I could easily make myself quite as broad; just you see."

So he blew himself out, and blew himself out, and blew himself out.

"Was he as big as that?" asked he.

"Oh, much bigger than that," said the young Frog.

Again the old one blew himself out, and asked the young one if the Ox was as big as that.

"Bigger, Father, bigger," was the reply.
So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew and blew and blew, and swelled and swelled.

And then he said, "I'm sure the Ox is not as big as this."
But at that moment he burst.

Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction.

The Two Frogs

Two frogs were neighbors. One inhabited a deep pond, far removed from public view; the other lived in a gully containing little water, and traversed by a country road.

The Frog that lived in the pond warned his friend to change his residence and entreated him to come and live with him, saying that he would enjoy greater safety from danger and more abundant food. The other refused, saying that he felt it so very hard to leave a place to which he had become accustomed.

A few days afterwards a heavy wagon passed through the gully and crushed him to death under its wheels.
A willful man will have his way to his own hurt.

Frog in a Milk-Pail

A frog was hopping around a farmyard, when it decided to investigate the barn. Being somewhat careless, and maybe a little too curious, he ended up falling into a pail half-filled with fresh milk.

As he swam about attempting to reach the top of the pail, he found that the sides of the pail were too high and steep to reach.He tried to stretch his back legs to push off the bottom of the pail but found it too deep.

But this frog was determined not to give up, and he continued to struggle.

He kicked and squirmed and kicked and squirmed, until at last, all his churning about in the milk had turned the milk into a big hunk of butter.

The butter was now solid enough for him to climb onto and get out of the pail!

"Never Give Up!"

The Frogs and the Well

Two Frogs lived together in a marsh. But one hot summer the marsh dried up, and they left it to look for another place to live in: for frogs like damp places if they can get them. By and by they came to a deep well, and one of them looked down into it, and said to the other, "This looks a nice cool place. Let us jump in and settle here."

But the other, who had a wiser head on his shoulders, replied, "Not so fast, my friend. Supposing this well dried up like the marsh, how should we get out again?"

"Look before you leap."

The Quack Frog

Once apon a time, a frog hopped out of his home in the marsh and proclaimed to all the beasts in the land that he was a great and learned physician, skilled in the use of drugs and able to heal all diseases.

A Fox asked him, "How can you pretend to prescribe for others, when you are unable to heal your own lame gait and wrinkled skin?"

The Boiled Frog

They say that if you put a frog into a pot of boiling water,
it will leap out right away to escape the danger.

But, if you put a frog in a kettle that is filled with water that is cool and pleasant, and then you gradually heat the kettle until it starts boiling,
the frog will not become aware of the threat until it is too late.
The frog's survival instincts are geared towards detecting sudden changes.

This is a story that is used to illustrate how people might get themselves into terrible trouble.

This parable is often used to illustrate how humans have to be careful to watch slowly changing trends in the environment, not just the sudden changes. Its a warning to keep us paying attention not just to obvious threats but to more slowly developing ones.

The Boys and the Frogs

Some boys, playing near a pond, saw a number of Frogs in the water and began to pelt them with stones.

They killed several of them, when one of the Frogs, lifting his head out of the water, cried out: "Pray stop, my boys: what is sport to you, is death to us."

One man's pleasure may be another's pain.

aljawaad

05-03-2006, 04:00 AM

Nice one.

Muslim Soldier

05-14-2006, 06:30 PM

A fantastic story with><>
>The first day we met!
>
>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class
>was
>walking home from school. His name was Arif. It looked like he was carrying
>all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his
>books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
>
>I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends
>tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
>
>As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at
>him,
>knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the
>dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
>feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
>
>My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around
>looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his
>glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He
>looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It
>was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
>
>I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned
>out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He
>said he had gone to private school before now.
>
>I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all
>the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty
>cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
>friends
> He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Arif, the
>more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
>
>Monday morning came, and there was Arif with the huge stack of books again.
>I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are going to really build some serious
>muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me
>half the books.
>
>Over the next four years, Arif and I became best friends. When we were
>seniors, we began to think about college. I knew that we would always be
>friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a
>doctor, and I was going for business
>on a football scholarship.
>
>Arif was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being
>a
>nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
>
>I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation
>day,
>I saw Arif. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found
>himself during high
>school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. Everyone admired
>him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
>
>Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his
>speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be
>great!" He looked at me
>with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he
>said.
>
>As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is
>a
>time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your
>parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... but mostly your
>friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the
>best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
>
>I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first
>day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of
>how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later
>and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little
>smile.
>
>"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
>
>I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us
>all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and
>smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's
>depth.
>
>Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you
>can change a person's life. For better or for worse. In life, every small
>action counts. Holy Quran says:
>فَمَن يَعْمَلْ مِثْقَالَ ذَرَّةٍ
>خَيْرًا
>يَرَهُ
>And whoever shall do an atom's weight of good, shall see it. (99:7)
>
>Allah puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
>Look for Allah in helping others.

aljawaad

05-15-2006, 04:20 AM

Nice one.

Najiullah

05-19-2006, 07:01 PM

good :)

star2005

05-23-2006, 11:48 PM

A fictitious story with a lesson......
A group of frogs were hopping contentedly through the woods, going about their froggy business, when two of them fell into a deep pit. All of the other frogs gathered around the pit to see what could be done to help their companions. When they saw how deep the pit was, the rest of the dismayed group agreed that it was hopeless and told the two frogs in the pit that they should prepare themselves for their fate, because they were as good as dead.
Unwilling to accept this terrible fate, the two frogs began to jump with all of their might. Some of the frogs shouted into the pit that it was hopeless,and that the two frogs wouldn't be in that situation if they had been more careful, more obedient to the froggy rules, and more responsible.

The other frogs continued sorrowfully shouting that they should save their energy and give up, since they were already as good as dead. The two frogs continued jumping as hard as they could, and after several hours of desperate effort were quite weary.

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to the calls of his fellows. Spent and disheartened, he quietly resolved himself to his fate, lay down at the bottom of the pit, and died as the others looked on in helpless grief. The other frog continued to jump with every ounce of energy he had, although his body was wracked with pain and he was completely exhausted.

His companions began anew, yelling for him to accept his fate, stop the pain and just die. The weary frog jumped harder and harder and -- wonder of wonders! Finally leapt so high that he sprang from the pit. Amazed, the other frogs celebrated his miraculous freedom and then gathering around him asked, "Why did you continue jumping when we told you it was impossible?" Reading their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were cheering him on. What he had perceived as encouragement inspired him to try harder and to succeed against all odds.

This simple story contains a powerful lesson. Your encouraging words can lift someone up and help them make it through the day. Your destructive words can cause deep wounds; they may be the weapons that destroy someone's desire to continue trying -- or even their life. Your destructive, careless word can diminish someone in the eyes of others, destroy their influence and have a lasting impact on the way others respond to them.
Author: Unknown
*******************
Hazrat Abu Musa(radhiyallahu anhu) enquired from the Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam), "Which of the Muslims are best ?" The Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said that, those who do not cause troubles and injuries through their actions and words to anyone. (Bukhari, Muslim)
Hazrat Bara bin Azib(radhiyallahu anhu) reported that Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said: to a villager that if he cannot do anything else, he should control his tongue. (Ibn Haban)
Hazrat Abu Huraira(radhiyallahu anhu) reported that Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said that, whom Allah saves from the sin of the tongue and of the private part, will go to Paradise. (Bukhari, Muslim)
Hazrat Sufyan Saqafi(radhiyallahu anhu) asked the Prophet(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam), "Oh reverent Prophet ! what your honour feels, is more dangerous thing in me?" Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) held his tongue with his fingers and said, "this" (Abu Shaikh)
Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said to Hazrat Mua'az bin Jabal (radhiyallahu anhu) that the way of being saved from sins is to control the tongue. (Tirmizi)
Hazrat Abu Saeed Khudri (radhiyallahu anhu) says that the Prophet(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that when man wakes up in the morning, all the limbs tell the tongue to have fear of Allah. They are with it. If it remains straight, they will also remain straight but if it is crooked, they will also go crooked. (Tirmizi)
Hazrat Abdullah(radhiyallahu anhu) says that Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that most of the lapses of man are due to the tongue. (Tibrani)
Hazrat Abu Bakr(radhiyallahu anhu) says that Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that all limbs of men complain of the sharpness and irrelevance of the tongue. (Baihaqi)
Hazrat Abdullah bin Umar(radhiyallahu anhu) says that Rasullullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that the one who remains silent secures salvation. (Tirmizi)
Hazrat Sauban(radhiyallahu anhu) says that the Prophet(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that happiness be for the man, who has a control over his tongue and sits at home away from the mischief of men and remains penitent on thinking over his sins. (Tibrani). A Similar statement is also made by Hazrat Abu Amama(radhiyallahu anhu).
Hazrat Abu Musa(radhiyallahu anhu) says that the Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that one who keeps his tongue and the private part under his control, will go straight to Paradise. (Tibrani) . Similar statements are also narrated by Hazrat Sahal bin Saad(radhiyallahu anhu) and Hazrat Abu Huraira(radhiyallahu anhu).
Abu Darda(radhiyallahu anhu) reported that Rasullullah(sallallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said: " Surely the heaviest thing that will be placed in the scale of a believer on the Day of Resurrection will be his good manners." (He also said): "Surely, Allah hates (antagonises) the obscene and the indecent speaker." (Tirmizi)
"Each person's every joint must perform a charity every day the Sun comes up : to act justly between two people is a charity; to help a man with his mount, lifting him onto it or hoisting up his belongings onto it is a charity: a good word is a charity, every step you take to prayers is a charity and removing a harmful thing from the road is a charity." (Bukhari, Muslim)
He who believes in God and the Last Day should honour his guest; he who believes in God and the Last Day should not annoy his neighbours; and he who believes in God and the Last Day should say what is good or keep silent. (Bukhari, Muslim)
A good word is charity. (Bukhari, Muslim)

Do it today - Before it is too late
If I knew that,this would be the last time we would be together, I would be there to spend my whole day with all my dear ones, Well I'm sure if I'm not around they will manage somehow and will have many more days to spend,but I should somehow not let this day slip away,that may be my only day.
For surely, there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, a mis-understanding, an argument or a fight and we will always get another chance to make amends and put everything just right? so everything is fine! and well! there will always be another day to say "I love you",and certainly there's will be another chance to say " can I do anything do for you?" or lets have a good time together
But just in case, I might be wrong and today is all I get, then, let us love each other and care for each other in a way that who ever is left behind in this world may always remember and may never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, and today may be the last chance that we will ever get to meet our friends and to hold our loved ones tight. So why wait for tomorrow and why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, we will surely regret the day. That we didn't take extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss or to be kind to our loved ones and we were too busy to grant someone,what turned out to be their one last day of life.
If by chance you are right now sitting next to your loved ones please! hold them close to you tight and whisper in their ear and tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear, for you know not for sure my friends that, you will ever be with them again so near.
Take time to say "I'm sorry!," "Please! forgive me," Thank You! very much," you are so wonderful!", "I love you","It's OK and every thing will be fine" "It's my fault".
And If you avail this day you will long be remembered even after you have gone.....

Please! Make ammends today before it is too too late.
Author: Unknown
Courtesy: www.everymuslim.com

Halima

05-24-2006, 01:53 AM

:sl:

Threads merged.

:w:

aljawaad

05-24-2006, 04:22 AM

Liked the frog one. :D

chacha_jalebi

05-24-2006, 07:58 PM

salaam

hmmm i posted dis in d biography of sahaba section, but weneva i post thins in that section, it never gets sorted :hmm: so i gona post here, and it they are short stories so its okie dokily ........:smile:

well well everyone knows bout Hadhrat Umar (ra) mashallah he is an ideal person and just purely outstanding, mashallah mashallah @ hadhrat Umar (ra) lol i aint got words 2 describe him lol so 2 cut this intro short heres some stories ..... All From Ibn Kathir

Once wen Hazrat Abdullah Bin Umar (ra) and Hadhrat Hussain (ra) , were small kids, they were playing. n as it usually happens, when kids play they end up fighting, the same happened here, Hadhrat Abdullah Bin Umar (ra) , And Hadrat Imam Hussain (ra) , began fighting, so Hadhrat Abdullah (ra) hit Hazrat Hussain (ra) . Because he hit him, Hussain (ra) , he got really angry, and as he was a kid, he retailiated back, but Abdullah (ra) , kept gettin the better of him, so in frustation Hazrat Hussain (ra) said to Hazrat Abdullah (ra)

"How dare you hit me, when you know that your father (Hazrat Umar (ra) ) is the slave of my grandad "

When Abdullah (ra) , heared this, he began crying and went to his dad Hazrat Umar (ra) , and Hazrat Umar (ra) , cheered him up and asked him why was he crying. So Abdullah (ra) told him that Hussain (ra), had said that "your father is my grandads slave", upon hearing this Hadhrat Umar (ra) , jumped up!! and he said to Abdullah (ra) , "did he really say that?", Abdullah (ra) , told him "yes".

So Hadrat Umar (ra) , said to his son, go to Hussain (ra) , and tell him to write what he said on paper, so Abdullah (ra), did that and he bought the paper back to Hazrat Umar (ra).

Then Hadhrat Umar (ra), said to his son, "when i die, bury this paper with me, so the angels know that i am RasoolAllahs (saw) slave, and they might forgive me for me being his slave"

Mashallah, see the excellence of Hadhrat Umar (ra) , even if he didnt have the paper he would have still gone to heaven, because he was such a great person!! mashallah mashallah mashallah x 9999999999

Anova Story

der was a war going on, and hadrat Sariya (ra) was incharge of d war, soo ..... one day

Hadhrat umar (ra) was in masjid e nabi,and many people were there also, every1 was waiting for the prayer, and all of a sudden hadhrat umar (ra) jumped up and started shouting " sariya al jabbar, sariya al jabbar" meaning "sariya (look at) the mountain", every1 was amazed at hadhrat umar (ra) but they didnt question him as to why he began shouting that.

A few days later, when hadhrat sariya (ra) came back from the war he told his story and he said "we were fighting really well, but all of a sudden we began losing" then he turned to hadhrat umar (ra) and said "o umar, i heard ur voice in the battlefield, i heard you say sariya look @ the mountain, so when i looked at the mountain i noticed that the kafirs were attacking us from there, so we climbed the mountain and defeated with ur help o umar".

See Allah (swt) had truly blessed Hadhrat Umar (ra), he was the ameer ul Momineen & he knew what was happnin 2 d momins wereva dey wer!! Rite now muslims need anova Hadhrat Umar (ra)!!!!

another story of hadhrat umar (ra)

The muslims had captured a man who had killed many muslims, and they bought him to hadhrat umar (ra), straight away hadhrat umar (ra) gave the death punishment, bcos this man had killed many muslims, but as hadhrat umar (ra) had a lot of compassion in him, he asked the criminal if he had a last wish. the criminal answered yes i want a glass of water, so a glass of water was brought for him and he said " i have one condition, you cant kill me until i finish this glass of water" hadhrat umar (ra) agreed, so the criminal tried to be sly and he put the glass of water on the floor and said he wont drink it, and he sed as he hasnt finished it they cant hurt him. when hearing this the other sahaba pulled out their swords and tried to kill the man, however hadhrat Umar (ra) stopped them and reminded them of the promise he had made. looking at the mercy and commitment of hadhrat umar (ra) the criminal apologised for his behaviour and he converted to islam, mashallah!!

Hadrat Umar (ra) was a heavy sahaba mashallah, words cant describe how great he really is!! :) mashallah mashallah, May Allah (swt) always shower his blessins on hadhrat Umar (ra) ....

some Hadiths About Hadhrat Umar (ra)

I see that devil either from humans or jinn, runs away from Umar. (Tirimzi)

I saw in a dream that I was given a bowl of milk which I drunk and remaining I gave it to Umar. (Tirmidhi)

No doubt, ALLAH has issue truth, on the tongue and in the heart of Umar. (Tirmidhi)

I saw a dream that I am in the Heaven, there I saw Rameesa (my quilt aunt) and I heard someone's footstep, I asked: who is this?. I was answered: it is Bilal and I saw a palace with a handmaid standing in front of it, I asked: whose palace is this?. She said: Umar bin Khattab's. I wished to see it from inside but, Oh Umar!, I divided my attention from your shame. Hazrat Umar (r.a) said: My father and mother be sacrificed upon You, should I ponder from Your saying?. (Bukhari)

If some else Prophet should have been proposed by ALLAH after me, would have been Umar bin Khattab. (Tirimdhi)

x Maz x

05-24-2006, 08:06 PM

:'( SubhanAllah!...MashAllah this was a man of great wisdom :'(...True heroe and slav of Allah, just think how do we compare :'( :'( These were people who literally lived and died for Islam where does that leave us :( Peace x

Protected_Diamond

05-26-2006, 07:42 PM

True Story....
There was once a man who was an enemy to Islam. He had three famous questions that no person could answer. No Islamic scholar in Baghdad could answer his three questions...thus he made fun of Islam in public. He constantly ridiculed Islam and the Muslims. One day a small boy, who was 10, came along and heard the man yelling and screaming at Muslims in the street. He was challenging people openly to answer the three questions.

The boy stood quietly and watched. He then decided that he would challenge the man. He walked up and told the man, "I will accept your challenge".

The man laughed at the boy and ridiculed the Muslims even more by saying, "A ten year old boy challenges me. Is this all you people have to offer!"

But the boy patiently reiterated his stance. He would challenge the man, and with Allah's help and guidance, he would put this to an end. The man finally accepted.

The entire city gathered around a small "hill" where open addresses were usually made. The man climbed to the top, and in a loud voice asked his first question.

"What is your God doing right now?"

The small boy thought for a little while and then told the man to climb down the hill and to allow him to go up in order to address the question.

The man says "What? You want me to come down?"

The boy says, "Yes. I need to reply, right?"

The man made his way down and the small boy, age 10, with his little feet made his way up.

This small child's reply was "Oh Allah Almighty! You be my witness in front of all these people. You have just willed that a Kafir be brought down to a low level, and that a Muslim be brought to a high level!"

The crowd cheered and screamed "Takbir"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!"

The man was humiliated, but he boldly asked his Second question... "What existed before your God?"

The small child thought and thought.

Then he asked the man to count backwards. "Count from 10 backwards."

The man counted..."10, 9 ,8 , 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0"

The boy asked, "What comes before 0 ?"

The man: "I don`t know...nothing."

The boy: "Exactly. Nothing was before Allah, for He is eternal and absolute."

The crowd cheered again...."Takbir!"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!!"

The man, now completely frustrated, asked his final question. "In which direction is your Allah facing?"

The boy thought and thought.

He then asked for a candle. A candle was brought to him. The blessed child handed it to the man and asked him to light it.

The man did so and remarked, "What is this supposed to prove?"

The young boy asked, "In which direction is light from the candle going?"

The man responded, "It is going in all directions."

The boy: "You have answered your own question. Allah's light (Noor) goes in all directions. He is everywhere. There is no where that He cannot be found.

"The crowd cheered again...."Takbir!"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!"

The man was so impressed and so moved by the boy's knowledge and spirituality, that he embraced Islam and became a student of the young boy.

So ended the debate.

Who was the young boy?

The young boy was one of our leaders and one of the greatest scholars, Imam Abu Hanîfa (May Allah bless him).

Muslim Soldier

05-27-2006, 04:04 PM

very nice story. Wow what knowledge.

Did you know Imam Sadiq (ra) taught Imam Abu Hanifa ?

aljawaad

05-29-2006, 04:48 AM

Wow Dats gr8.

islamrules

05-29-2006, 03:45 PM

Abdul wahid b.zaid(mecy be upone him) who belonged to a lineage of saints said " we were once sailing in a boat.a gust of wind blew away our boat to an island where we saw man busy adoring an idol. we asked him what he was worshipping. he pointed towards the idol. we said to him that this idol was made with his own hands. how could he worship it?. The god whom we worshiop creates all such things himself , and so deserves to be worshiped alone. He then asked us ,"who so you worship?", we told him ," we worship the great god(Allah) who lives in the highest heaven. He alone cotrols the heaven and the earth.All other creatures whether human or animal depend on him for their sustenance." He further asked how we came to to know about this gloriouse god.

we reaplied," he send his final messenger (peace be upone him) to the whole of mankind to teach them about his greatness"
He proceeded to enquire,"let me know of the place where this prophet of god is "
We replied "after the prophet had comepleted his mission by conveying the message of god he died and returned to his lord"
he continued to ask " did this messenger of god leave behind a thing for your guidance"
we explaeined "yes he left behind a book (the holy quran) which was revealed by god." he asked to see the book we offered him the holy quran. He told us he was unabe to read and so we recited a few verses for him instead. During the course of its recital he repeatedly wept until we stoped. He finaly asserted " this can only be from Allah, the most high," and immeadiatly confirmed his faith in Allah and his messenger. we informed him about the duties of islam and also explained some verses of the quran.
After the late night prayer we went to bed and the man continued to ask questions " does Allah sleep at night?" he wondered aloud as we lay comefortably in our beds.
Our exalted god is everliving and everlasting.he does not sleep or rest!" we exclaimed. on hearing this he cried," what disobedient slaves you are! your lord keeps awake , whereas you sleep!" we were dumbstruck by his remark.

When we were about to return from this island , he begged us tp take him aith with us to allow him to learn more. we agreed. on reaching the city of 'Aabadan says abdul wahid, i said to my companions" this man is our brother, therefore we should provide him with some livelihood". Some dirhams were offered to him but he refused to accept them and excalimed " What is this?" we replied " these are some dirhams for your expenditure."
He said " it is enough that you have shown me the right path. i was upon error and Allah has guided me. i did not even worship him yet he neither destroyed me nor killed me. i am so gratefull to him and you"
After a few days we were told that he was about to breath his last. we went to see him and asked him if there was any need of his to be satisfied. he said no and that he was happy with all that he had gained from Allah.

Abdul walid said " i was all of sudden, overcome by sleep and hence slept there. while sleeeping i saw a very fertile garden wherein was a very fine vault , a throne occupied by a very beautiful girl, a beauty that i ahve never seen before. she said to me, " by Allah, i returned to him to his lord quickly."
By seeing her in such a state i became very anxious. he addded, " when i woke up the man had passed away. we managed to bury him immediatly".
Again at night said Abdul walid ," i witnessed the same garden the same vault and the same girl sitting beside the man who had died. she was reciting the follwing quranic verse, the translation of which is "And the angels visit them from each door and send them their compliments , glad tidings for peace and safely against each kind of misfortune. All this is the fruit of your contentment ( and steadfastness for the religion of islam). there is therefore a good reward for you in the hereafter".
This stroy of the idolator shows the greatness of Allah and his mercy towards the man who previously worshipped idols. He sent the people to the island as a means to guid the idolator and thus rewarded him a magnificient reward in the hereafter.

"O MASTER OF THE WORLDS! WHOM THOU GIVETH TO, NOBODY CAN WITHHOLD AND WHOM THOU GIVETH NOT, NO ONE CAN CONFER UPON HIM."

Wasaalam enjoy this lovely nice meaning story like i have :)

islamrules

05-29-2006, 03:46 PM

Abdul wahid b.zaid(mercy be upone him) who belonged to a lineage of saints said " we were once sailing in a boat.a gust of wind blew away our boat to an island where we saw man busy adoring an idol. we asked him what he was worshipping. he pointed towards the idol. we said to him that this idol was made with his own hands. how could he worship it?. The god whom we worshiop creates all such things himself , and so deserves to be worshiped alone. He then asked us ,"who so you worship?", we told him ," we worship the great god(Allah) who lives in the highest heaven. He alone cotrols the heaven and the earth.All other creatures whether human or animal depend on him for their sustenance." He further asked how we came to to know about this gloriouse god.

we reaplied," he send his final messenger (peace be upone him) to the whole of mankind to teach them about his greatness"
He proceeded to enquire,"let me know of the place where this prophet of god is "
We replied "after the prophet had comepleted his mission by conveying the message of god he died and returned to his lord"
he continued to ask " did this messenger of god leave behind a thing for your guidance"
we explaeined "yes he left behind a book (the holy quran) which was revealed by god." he asked to see the book we offered him the holy quran. He told us he was unabe to read and so we recited a few verses for him instead. During the course of its recital he repeatedly wept until we stoped. He finaly asserted " this can only be from Allah, the most high," and immeadiatly confirmed his faith in Allah and his messenger. we informed him about the duties of islam and also explained some verses of the quran.
After the late night prayer we went to bed and the man continued to ask questions " does Allah sleep at night?" he wondered aloud as we lay comefortably in our beds.
Our exalted god is everliving and everlasting.he does not sleep or rest!" we exclaimed. on hearing this he cried," what disobedient slaves you are! your lord keeps awake , whereas you sleep!" we were dumbstruck by his remark.

When we were about to return from this island , he begged us tp take him aith with us to allow him to learn more. we agreed. on reaching the city of 'Aabadan says abdul wahid, i said to my companions" this man is our brother, therefore we should provide him with some livelihood". Some dirhams were offered to him but he refused to accept them and excalimed " What is this?" we replied " these are some dirhams for your expenditure."
He said " it is enough that you have shown me the right path. i was upon error and Allah has guided me. i did not even worship him yet he neither destroyed me nor killed me. i am so gratefull to him and you"
After a few days we were told that he was about to breath his last. we went to see him and asked him if there was any need of his to be satisfied. he said no and that he was happy with all that he had gained from Allah.

Abdul walid said " i was all of sudden, overcome by sleep and hence slept there. while sleeeping i saw a very fertile garden wherein was a very fine vault , a throne occupied by a very beautiful girl, a beauty that i ahve never seen before. she said to me, " by Allah, i returned to him to his lord quickly."
By seeing her in such a state i became very anxious. he addded, " when i woke up the man had passed away. we managed to bury him immediatly".
Again at night said Abdul walid ," i witnessed the same garden the same vault and the same girl sitting beside the man who had died. she was reciting the follwing quranic verse, the translation of which is "And the angels visit them from each door and send them their compliments , glad tidings for peace and safely against each kind of misfortune. All this is the fruit of your contentment ( and steadfastness for the religion of islam). there is therefore a good reward for you in the hereafter".
This stroy of the idolator shows the greatness of Allah and his mercy towards the man who previously worshipped idols. He sent the people to the island as a means to guid the idolator and thus rewarded him a magnificient reward in the hereafter.

"O MASTER OF THE WORLDS! WHOM THOU GIVETH TO, NOBODY CAN WITHHOLD AND WHOM THOU GIVETH NOT, NO ONE CAN CONFER UPON HIM."

Wasaalam enjoy this lovely nice meaning story like i have :)

Najiullah

05-29-2006, 03:50 PM

JazakAllah for the sotry will read later InshaAllah

Najiullah

05-29-2006, 03:51 PM

JazakAllah for the story will read later InshaAllah

islamrules

05-29-2006, 06:47 PM

The Crow

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 year- old, highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

'The inability to weep is due to committing excessive sins. That is due to not fearing Allah which results in the hardness of the heart. The hardness of the heart is caused by the love of the world.’

Ya Allah make me of those who remember you constantly and make of those who seek repentance from you and ya Allah make of those who love you.. Ameen

islamrules

05-29-2006, 06:52 PM

JUST PUSH!

A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and the Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down; his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: "you have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't moved." Thus, giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this?" "Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough."

That's what he planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord. "Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"

The Lord responded compassionately, "My Servant, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard.

Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. Now I, my servant, will move the rock." At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just a simple obedience and faith in Him. By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God who moves mountains.

When everything seems to go wrong .. just PUSH!

islamrules

05-29-2006, 06:59 PM

Good OR Evil?

One evening after prayers, an old man who explained to his young grandson about a battle that was going on inside himself. The grandfather said,

"My child, the battle inside me is between two wolves,
one of whom is so evil, full of anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, hypocrisy, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is so good, full of rememberance of Allah, faith, taqwaa, joy, peace, love, compassion, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, and truthfulness."
The grandson pondered for a minute and then asked: "Grandfather, which wolf will win the battle?"

The grandfather replied simply, "The one I feed"

M.I.A.

05-29-2006, 07:06 PM

wierdest thing just happened, was walkin back from the shops an theres a long path near my house... well basicly ther's this blackbird in the tree kawin like mad i look back an its comin right for my head.. just about missed. it lands in the next tree and comes at me again. about five times in total... hit me in the back of the head about three times. i didn't quite want to run away as there were other people on the same path an i didn't try to hit it cos that aint me... well lol
back at home now with a slightly sore head... moral of the story i dunno but im sure it must have looked funny. must av done somethin bad today i guess

islamrules

05-29-2006, 07:08 PM

There is no point going to mosque

A frequent visitor to a Mosque wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper, complaining that it made no sense to go to Mosque. "I've gone for 30 years now, "he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 Lectures.

But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the Imams are wasting theirs by giving Lectures at all."

This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher.

"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this: They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.

Likewise, if I had not gone to Mosque for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"

When you are DOWN to nothing....Allah is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible!

Thank Allah for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!

Surah Isra 17:80 Say: "O my Lord! Let my entry be by the Gate of Truth and Honor and likewise my exit by the Gate of Truth and Honor; and grant me from Thy Presence an authority to aid (me)." *17:81"And say, Truth has (now) arrived, and Falsehood perished: For falsehood is (by its nature) bound to perish." *

Halima

05-29-2006, 07:08 PM

:sl:

;D ;D.. sorry I couldn't help it

:w:

MusLiM 4 LiFe

05-29-2006, 07:10 PM

LOL.. ummmmm.. dts nice.. :rollseyes

moral of story.. i dunno but.. LOLLLL bro ur funny!

islamrules

05-29-2006, 07:55 PM

so what do you think.

by the way iam not bro i am a sis.;D

M.I.A.

05-29-2006, 08:02 PM

..i think theres no point in people going to the mosque unless they wanna take somethin away with them. i think the second letters spot on... even if ya cant remember the words you should at least be able to remember the feelings they inspire in you, if you cant... you obviously wern't lstnin in the first place.

cool post sis.

islamrules

05-29-2006, 08:03 PM

I hate you shaytaan, so im sharing this letter with everyone!!!

A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray Fajr. As a matter of fact, you didn't even say Bismillah before your meals, or pray Isha before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful, I like that about you.

I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate Allah.I am only using you to get even with Allah. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.

You see, Fool, ALLAH LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for
you. But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make
your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice.

This will really hurt Allah. Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had. We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Mosque, bad attitudes.

SURELY you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick.

Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.

Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, repent for your sins, and live for Allah with what little bit of life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous.

Don't get me wrong, I still hate you. IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR ALLAH.

PS If you really love me, you won't share this letter with anyone!

Hope you enjoy it!!!!:)

MusLiM 4 LiFe

05-29-2006, 08:04 PM

Originally Posted by islamrules

so what do you think.

by the way iam not bro i am a sis.;D

noo, sis i tink da thredz got merged cuz i woz talkin 2 bro M.I.A :giggling:

Najiullah

05-29-2006, 08:12 PM

Originally Posted by islamrules

I hate you shaytaan, so im sharing this letter with everyone!!!

A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

:) really enjoyed it
its cool

aljawaad

05-30-2006, 04:10 AM

Cool post.

aljawaad

05-30-2006, 04:37 AM

Mahmud was a very pious man, but he was not very attractive looking. One day, he was walking along the road, minding his own business, when a lady came up to him, and started calling him names and abusing him. This lady kept saying all kinds of nasty things, and Mahmud just listened to her patiently. Finally, when she was finished calling him names and abusing him, Mahmud just greeted her, smiled, and said
“and a nice day to you,” and continued on his way.
Why did Mahmud, the pious man, behave this way?
It is because he knew that everything she said was just a reflection of her own inner self.
If you use bad language, you are just making obvious to everybody how far away you really are from Allah, since your words are in reality a reflection of your own inner self.

from Irshad
by Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak al-Jerrahi

aljawaad

05-30-2006, 04:39 AM

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room …
…and said, “Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.”
Very quietly, the doctor said, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You, a Muslim man, do not know what is on the other side?”
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side of which came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, “Did you notice my dog? He’s never been in this room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing…I know my Master is there and that is enough.”

aljawaad

05-30-2006, 04:53 AM

Once upon a time there were two screws fastening a vital part of a gasoline engine. One of the screws was haughty and proud of it’s shining head. The second screw was quiet, intent only on doing its job to the best of its ability.
One day a speck of rust appeared on the head of the second screw. Filled with vain pride of its own beauty, the first screw began to laugh at the second. “Your head is tarnished,” the first said to the second. “Look at you. Your perfect luster is gone.”
The second screw said nothing. Instead, it concentrated on what it was doing.
“How ugly you have become,” the first screw chortled, “and how beautiful I have remained.” Then it began to laugh so hard at the second screw that it failed to notice that it was working itself loose. Finally it dropped off the engine and plunged into a small pool of dirty oil below.
With the first screw no longer holding up its end of the load, the second was faced with doing the work of two. Meanwhile the first screw, now covered with grimy oil, wailed and lamented. “Just look at me! I’m dirty and filthy and all my beauty is gone. By laughing at the blemish on my friend the second screw, I worked myself loose and fell into the muck. Now I’m doomed.”
Now, it just so happened that a short time later the owner of the engine started it up. He immediately noticed that something didn’t sound right — the engine was running rough. When he checked, he instantly saw that one of the two screws holding the vital part was missing. “Ah ha!” the owner said. “One of the screws must have worked itself loose and fell to the ground, but I don’t see it. Maybe it fell into that puddle of old oil.”
The owner reached into the oil and found the missing screw. “Look at you,” the owner said. “You’re all covered with grime and oil. How ugly you are. But I will fix that right away.” The owner reached for a nearby rag and wiped all the oil and grime off the first screw until it shone even brighter than before. Then he replaced it on the part. Before he turned away, he noticed a little speck of tarnish on the head of the second screw. With the second rag, he wiped the head clean and bright. Then the owner walked away.
Finally the engine was started. The two screws, now equally beautiful, held the part tight. “Forgive me, my friend,” the first screw said to the second. “In my vanity, I was so busy laughing at your blemish that I did not notice that I was working myself loose.”
“And what have you learned?” the second screw quietly asked.
“I learned not to judge others because I have my own sins to deal with.”
“Then,” the second screw said, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, my friend. And rest assured, my vanity will remain forever at the bottom of that dirty puddle of oil.”

islamrules

05-30-2006, 12:34 PM

Ma' sha allah that is really good.

True inspiration story!! and its true , people are so busy pointing at other people's sins that they do not recognise their own wrong doings.:)

"Good one bro"

Angel

05-30-2006, 04:41 PM

great post bro :)

aljawaad

06-02-2006, 08:45 AM

Once there was a king who told some of his workers to dig a pond. Once the pond was dug, the king made an announcement to his people saying that one person from each household has to bring a glass of milk during the night and pour it into the pond. So, the pond should be full of milk by the morning. After receiving the order, everyone went home. One man prepared to take the milk during the night. He thought that since everyone will bring milk, he could just hide a glass of water and pour inside the pond. Because it will be dark at night, no one will notice. So he quickly went and poured the water in the pond and came back. In the morning, the king came to visit the pond and to his surprise the pond was only filled with water! What has happened is that everyone was thinking like the other man that “I don’t have to put the milk, someone else will do it.”
Dear friends, when it comes to help the Religion of Allah, do not think that others will take care of it. Rather, it starts from you, if you don’t do it, no one else will do it. So, change yourself to the way of Allah to serve Him and that will make the difference.
Forwarded by: Tariq Usman

mohamedislam

06-02-2006, 12:48 PM

Originally Posted by Angel

great post bro :)

i know good isn't it?

Mashaallah

Musaafirah

06-03-2006, 11:40 AM

:sl:
Dunno if this has been posted before, and I hope this is the right section to put it in..
MOTHER'S LOVE

A MOTHER'S HEART

The magnificent birch tree grew deep in heart of the forest, and close nearby grew her three little daughters, still slim of trunk. The Mother Birch's great canopy of branches protected her daughters from wind and rain, and from the burning sun, too, during the hot summer. The little birches grew fast, and their life was carefree and happy. With their mother standing beside them they weren't afraid of anything.

One day the forest was shaken by a fierce storm, such as the forest had not seen for a long time. The thunder roared, and the sky was filled with flashes of lightning. One fork of lightning crashed into a nearby grove, and several trees were badly burned. The little birches trembled in fear. The Mother Birch hugged them tightly in her branches.

«Don't be afraid,» she said soothingly. «The lightning won't notice you hidden beneath my branches. I'm the tallest tree in the forest.»

The Mother Birch had hardly spoken these words than a terrible, deafening crack shook the air, and a sharp, hot tongue of lightning landed right on her trunk. The blow was so awful that the branches of all the trees in the surrounding grove trembled. The lightning scorched its way to the very center of the Mother Birch's trunk, but she remembered that she had to protect her daughters, and there was no fire. The ground was shaking from the lightning's blows, which fell here and there all around. Pouring rain and howling wind tried to fell the Mother Birch, but she stood firm. Not for a moment did she forget her children, and not for a moment did her embrace weaken. Only when the storm had passed, the wind had stilled, and the drenched earth was again warmed by the sun, did the Mother Birch's battered trunk finally give way. As she felt herself starting to fall, she whispered to her children, «Don't be afraid. I'm not leaving you. The lightning could not touch my heart. My old trunk will grow covered with moss and grass, but my heart will never stop beating. My roots are still holding tightly to yours under the earth, and nothing can tear us apart.» And with those words, the Mother Birch's trunk crashed to the ground - without even scratching one of her daughters. To this day the old stump is surrounded by three slim birches. Their branches encircle it gently, as if protecting it from rain and sun. Below them lies a great log covered with moss and grass. If one day you should come walking through the woods to this spot, sit and rest on the Mother Birch's trunk: it's wonderfully soft! Then close your eyes and listen. Perhaps you will hear the beat of a mother's heart.

1m@@n

06-03-2006, 03:31 PM

:salamext:

SubhanaAllah some excellent stories.....keep em coming!! may we all be inspired and let it reflect in our actionz inshaAllah.....

walaikum asalaam wr wb

1m@@n

06-03-2006, 03:49 PM

The Needy One

:love: :love: :love: :love:

Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef
Shaykh Sa'eed ibn Musfir tells the following account.....

I was walking out of the Haram (the Ka'bah in Makkah) when I saw a man begging from everyone that passed by him.

Just then a man who had parked his tinted Mercedes excessively close to the Haram in a designated VIP parking walked passed the beggar on his way to his car. As he pulled the keys out and the alarm did the 'whup whup', the beggar raised his finger to the sky and said, "Please, for the sake of Allah!"

Trying to end the moment and avoid a dip into the pocket, the Mercedes man said back, "Allah will provide!" The beggar said back, "What! Did you at any moment think that I thought YOU were my provider! I'm not asking for your provision, I KNOW Allah will provide for me."

Shaykh Misfir continues.The two stood there staring at one another for a moment and then the Mercedes tinted windows came up and the man drove away.

A needy African sister who was sitting nearby on the street selling textiles was moved by the incident. She did not have much, but from what she did have,she pulled out 1 riyal and placed it in the hands of that beggar. He smiled and went on his way.

Meanwhile the Mercedes man could not drive on with the choke of guilt. He turned the car around and made his way through the crowd to the place where the incident had happened.

Shaykh Misfir says...I saw with my own eyes as he pulled out a 10 riyal bill from his briefcase to give to the beggar. But he looked left and right and could not find him.

What was he to do? He had already pulled out the bill to give for the sake of Allah and was not going to put it back. So he found the nearest person he thought was worthy of the bill, placed it in her lap and went on his way.

The 10 riyals sat in the lap of the sister that had given the beggar!
Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef

Hazrat Abu Hurairah(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that Allah's injunction is: " O my servants ! Spend and you will be given." (Bukhari, Muslim)
Hazrat Abdullah bin Abbas(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that "Charity does not diminish wealth. (Tibrani)

Ghazi

06-03-2006, 03:51 PM

Originally Posted by aljawaad

:sl:

Mashallah good story, thats the problem in the ummah people always think someone else is gonna solve the problem.

aljawaad

06-05-2006, 08:45 AM

Mashaallah great post Sis Imaan.

aljawaad

06-05-2006, 08:51 AM

Qari Muhammad Qayyam (may the mercy of Allah be upon him) related that a great deal of fighting and bloodshed had started prior to the Indo-Pakistan partition of 1947. He said that a very beautiful daughter of a very rich man in a certain community stepped out of her house to visit her aunt, who lived no more than a few streets away. Suddenly a riot erupted as she had gone halfway and she found herself trapped with apparently nowhere to go. She saw a mosque nearby and quickly went inside, sitting in the women’s section. The rioting continued late into the night and this girl did not know what to do.
The custodian of the masjid was a very young student there and late at night when he walked through the masjid before locking up he noticed this beautiful young lady. He was a respectful young man who feared Allah and so politely asked her to leave, saying that if she was found there then both would be dishonored and thrown out. She pleaded with him because of the extreme danger outside and so he agreed that she could spend the night, and sat down to study at the opposite end of the masjid.
The girl was unable to sleep with the events of the day in her mind and so watched the young man sitting studying by candle light at the opposite end of the masjid. She kept watching him and was very surprised at something she saw. From time to time this young man would extend his hand and keep it over the open flame, only withdrawing it when the flame obviously became unbearable. He then would resume his studies and continued this throughout the night until the dawn broke.
The young man called the adhan and asked the girl to leave before the congregation started coming to pray since now everything was calm outside. She agreed on the condition that he tell her why he was placing his hand on the candle flame throughout the night. The young man said that that was his own business and so the girl refused to leave until he told her what she wanted to know. The young man gave in and said, “I am at the age of youth and strong desire. We were alone and my desire was increasing, and although I was studying the Devil (Shaitan) would occasionally put temptation in my heart. Hence whenever I would feel any temptation I would put my hand on the flame and my fingers would burn. I would say to myself that this flame is nothing compared to the fire of Hell.”
The girl left the masjid and reached home, calming her parents’ fears as to what had happened to her. She also confided in her mother that she wanted to marry the custodian of the mosque near their house. She related the night’s events to her parents and said that only such a man with true fear of Allah in his heart can be true to his wife. Only such a man who truly fears Allah can fulfill a wife’s rights properly.
Hence the poor custodian of the mosque earned the daughter of a rich household in marriage. He received this honor not because of his looks but because of his character. Everything disintegrates and turns to dust but character remains strong. Honor is not bestowed because of handsome clothes or beautiful jewelry but because of what is in the heart. Knowledge is only beneficial when it is captured within the heart, and not merely written in books.

aljawaad

06-09-2006, 05:11 AM

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into
the box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before
I send you out into the world.
Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best
pencil you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in Someone’s hand.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but
you’ll need it to become a better pencil.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.
FIVE: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box
with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you; always remember them
and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you place
your Trust in Allah.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by
going through various problems, but you’ll need it to become a stronger
person.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s on the
inside.
FIVE: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties. By
understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this
earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart.
Author: Unknown

islamrules

06-09-2006, 12:10 PM

yeah, this story was told to me by my headmaster in assembely just last week. the story was great but the lecture he gave concerning this story was unbearable.

but it's great to hear it again bro, especially when it's related of the ways we should improve our faith and keeping allah in your heart no mater what life throws at you.

Jazakallah once again!!!:)

aljawaad

06-13-2006, 05:04 AM

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of
water.At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,
with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his
house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.” Each of us has our own unique flaw.
But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each
person for what they are and look for the good in them.

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07-04-2006, 12:35 PM

Originally Posted by Tazkiyahtulnafs

my mom only had one eye..
i hated the fact that i had to be stuck with a retard for a mother.
i hated her... she was such an embarressment..

............

i love you.
...i love you mom...
~*TAZ*~

Awwwwwwwwwww :'(:'(:'(

*Umm_Umar*

07-25-2006, 07:31 PM

Pearl Necklace

The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.
Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle
of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy.
Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then
looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's
upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you
really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no
time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your
birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar
bill from Grandma."

As soon as Aisha got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out
17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and
she went to the neighbour and asked Aunty Jamshed if she could pick
dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her
another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the
necklace.
Aisha loved her pearls.

They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere,
Sunday madressa classes, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time
she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Aisha had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for
bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read
her a story from the Quraan. One night as he finished the story, he
asked Aisha , "Do you love me?"

"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white
horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember,
daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favourite." "That's okay,
Aisha, daddy loves you. Allah-hafez." And he brushed her cheek with a
kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Aisha's daddy asked again,
"Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your
pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll.
The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can
have
the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper. "That's okay. Sleep
well. May Allah bless you & protect you, Aisha. Daddy loves you." And
as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Aisha was sitting on her
bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed
her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Aisha? What's the matter?" Aisha didn't say anything but
lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there
was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally
said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his
own eyes, Aisha's daddy reached out with one hand to take the cheap
necklace,
and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to
Aisha.

He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the
cheap stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.

So it is with our Allah Almighty. He is waiting for us to give up
the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful
treasures.
Isn't Allah great? Are you holding onto things that Allah wants you
to let go of?

Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners,
relationships,
habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it
seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in
the other hand but do believe this one thing ..

.....Allah will never take away something without giving you
something better in its place.

The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others'
hearts!

*Umm_Umar*

07-27-2006, 05:50 AM

The Price of Imaan

Several years ago an imaam moved to London. He often took the bus from his home to the downtown area. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the same bus. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him twenty pence too much change.

As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the twenty pence back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, oh forget it, it's only twenty pence who would worry about this little amount? Anyway, the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it, accept it as a gift from Almighty Allah and keep quite.

When his stop came, the Imaam paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the twenty pence back to the driver and said " Here, you gave me too much change." The driver with a smile replied " Aren't you the new Imaam in this area? have been thinking lately about going to worship at your mosque. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change."

When the Imaam stepped off the bus, his knees became weak and soft. He had to grab the nearest light pole and held for support, and looked up to the heavens and cried "Oh Allah, I almost sold Islam for twenty pence!"

Remember, we may never see the impact our actions have on people.
Sometimes we are the only knowledge of Quran someone will read, or the only Islam a non-Muslim will see. What we need to provide, Insha Allah is an example for others to see. Be careful and be honest everyday, because you never know who is watching your actions and judging you as a Muslim.

Na7lah

07-28-2006, 08:29 PM

Let us play a trick on the poor man

A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a Professor, who was commonly called the student’s friend, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.

As they went along,they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by,and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”

“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him.”

The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.

While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around, and looked at it again and again.

He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand,would save from perishing.

The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”

The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget.
I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before:
“It’s more blessed to give than to receive.”

Najiullah

08-05-2006, 12:07 AM

JazakALlah great thread , love these stories some stories are excellent

Raahil

08-09-2006, 03:14 PM

An Amazing Story

Al Haafidh ibn Rajab mentioned in the commentary of the tabiqaat of Al Hanaabila (196/1) in the biography of Al Qaadi Abi Bakr Muhammad Abdul Al Baaqi Al Bazzaz who died in the year 535 from the migration of the Messenger of ALLAH, peace and blessing be upon him.
Sheik Saalih Abu Al Qaasim Al Khazaz Al Bagdadi said, “I heard Al Qaadi Abi Bakr Muhammad Abdul Al Baaqi Al Bazzaz Al Ansaari say”…

I used to live in the vicinity of Mecca, may ALLAH the Exalted protect it, so one day I was stricken with severe hunger and I did not find anything to fight against this hunger. So I found a bag made from silk, tied with a tassel that was also made from silk, so I grabbed it and took it to my house. When I unfasten it I found in it a necklace made from pearl such that I had not seen the like of it before. So when I exited my house I saw an old man that was seeking this bag. With him was a torn rag containing five hundred dinar and he was saying, “This is for the one who returns to me the bag containing the pearls.” So I said, “I am in need, I am hungry, so I will take this money and benefit from it and return to him the bag”.

So I said to him, “Come to me”, so I took him and brought him to my home. So he gave me the description of the bag, and the description of the tassel, and the description of the pearls along with their number, and the description of the thread that fasten it. So I removed it from the bag and gave it to him, so he gave me the five hundred dinar, but I did not take it. Then I said to him, “It is incumbent upon me to return this to you and I will not take any reward for it.” He said to me, “You must take it”, and he persisted in this, but I would not take it from him so he left me and went about his way.

As for me, I didn’t have anything so I left Mecca and began sailing in the sea. So the ship tore apart and everyone aboard it drowned and their wealth was destroyed. I was saved by holding onto a piece of the ship. So I remained for a time period in the sea not knowing where I was going. I then arrived at an island that was inhabited by people. I sat in some of the masjids and the people heard me reading, and there did not remain anyone on the island except that he came to me and said, “Teach me the Koran”, so I acquired from the people a lot of wealth. Then I saw in the masjid some paper from a Mushaf, so I took it and began to read it. They said to me, “Do you have good handwriting?” I said yes. So they said, “Teach me handwriting”. So they came to me with their children from amongst the small kids and the young men and I used to teach them. I acquired from this also, a lot of wealth.

After this they said to me, “We have a young orphan girl who has some things from the dunya, (worldly wealth) we would like for you to marry her. I refused, but they said, “It is a must!” And they made this incumbent upon me, so I agreed.

After they married her to me, I turned my glance toward her and I found that exact same necklace hanging around her neck! At this time I did not busy myself with anything except staring at this necklace. So they said to me, “Oh Sheik! You have broken this young orphan girl’s heart by looking at this necklace, and you have not even looked at her." So I relayed to them the story of the necklace. So they screamed and yelled out, “There is no deity worthy of worship except ALLAH, ALLAHU AKBAR, until it reached everyone on the island. So I said, “What is with you?” They said, “The old man that took the necklace from you is the father of this young girl.” He used to say, “I have not found in the dunya (world) a Muslim (what is meant here is a trustworthy, kindhearted, one who knows the rights of found property) except the one who returned to me this necklace.”

And he used to make dua (supplication) saying, “Oh ALLAH, join me and him together so that I may marry him to my daughter”, and now it has happened. So I remained with her for a time period and I was provided with two sons by her. Then she passed away, so I inherited the necklace, me and my two sons. Then my two sons died, therefore the necklace became mine. So I sold the necklace for one hundred thousand dinar, and the money that you see me with now is what is left over from that money.

The following was taken from sahab.net:

http://www.sahab.net/sahab/showthrea...hreadid=310344

http://www.salafitalk.net/st/viewmes...=11&Topic=3927

Protected_Diamond

09-09-2006, 12:37 PM

Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem
As salaamu alaikum

Taken from the book "Glimpses of the Lives of Righteous People" compiled by Majdi Muhammad Ash-Shahawi on pg. 21 -23

'I came to steal from him, but in the end, It was he who stole something from me - my heart'

It was a dark night on which the burglar scaled the wall of Malik bin Dinar's house and stealthily made his way inside. To his utter disappointment, the thief found nothing in the house that was worth stealing; what's more, the occupant of the house was actually inside and was busy praying.

Malik bin Dinar sensed the movement of the burglar, but without becoming alarmed, he turned around with perfect composure and extended greetings of peace to him. He then said, "My brother, may Allaah forgive you. You entered my home and found nothing worth taking, but I will not allow you to leave without gaining some benefit.

Malik stood up, approached the burglar with a jug of water in his hand, and said, "Here, perform ablution and perform two units of prayer. If you do so, you will take away with you that which is better than what you came to find in the first place."

"Yes, how generous of you," said the burglar, somewhat stupefied and, more than anything else, humbled. He stood, made ablution, and performed two units of prayer. Upon completing them, he turned and said, "O Malik, will I be imposing upon you if I perform two more units of prayer?"

"Perform as much as Allaah decrees for you," said Malik. The burglar turned worshiper continued to pray until the morning, at which time Malik said, "Go, and be good."

"Will I be imposing upon you if I stay here with you today, for I have made the intention to fast today."

"Stay as long as you want," said Malik. The man stayed with Malik for a number of days, spending the days fasting, and the nights standing up for prayer. Finally deciding to leave, the man said, "O Malik, I have made up my mind to repent."

"That (i.e., Allaah forgiving you and guiding you to repent) is in the Hand of Allaah 'Azza wa-Jall (the Possessor of might and majesty)," said Malik.

And in fact, the man did mend his ways and repent for his previous wayward existence. When the man left Malik's home, he came across another burglar he knew. Seeing the happy and serene _expression on the man's face, the burglar said, "I think that you have finally found you treasure?

"My brother," he answered, "I found Malik bin Dinar. I went to steal from him, but it was he who stole something of mine - my heart. Indeed, I have repented to Allaah 'Azza wa-Jall (the Possessor of might and majesty), and I will remain at the door (of His Mercy and Forgiveness) until I achieve what His obedient, loving slaves have achieved." :)

[Al-Mawa'iz Wal-Majalis, page 85]

rieaane

09-10-2006, 05:34 AM

very nice story sis, thanks.

aljawaad

09-11-2006, 09:53 AM

:) Gr8 post Sis

Sahabiyaat

09-11-2006, 07:26 PM

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THE DONKEY

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon,
everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less

Jazakkumullahu khyran.

InToTheRain

09-18-2006, 06:09 PM

This story relates to the the hadith given below:

Bukhari, Volume 5, Book 58, Number 191:
Narrated Khabbaba:

I came to the Prophet while he was leaning against his sheet cloak in the shade of the Ka'ba. We were suffering greatly from the pagans in those days. i said (to him). "Will you invoke Allah (to help us)?" He sat down with a red face and said, "(A believer among) those who were before you used to be combed with iron combs so that nothing of his flesh or nerves would remain on his bones; yet that would never make him desert his religion. A saw might be put over the parting of his head which would be split into two parts, yet all that would never make him abandon his religion. Allah will surely complete this religion (i.e. Islam) so that a traveler from Sana to Hadra-maut will not be afraid of anybody except Allah." (The sub-narrator, Baiyan added, "Or the wolf, lest it should harm his sheep.")

The boy, the king, and the monk

Suhayb reported that the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, said, "Among those before you there was a king who had a sorcerer. When he was old, he said to the king, 'I am old, so send me a lad to whom I can teach sorcery.' He sent him a lad for him to teach. When the boy was on the way, he came upon a monk. He sat down to listen to his words and liked what he heard. Whenever he went to the sorcerer, he would pass by the monk and sit with him. When he came to the sorcerer, the sorcerer would beat him. He complained about that to the monk who said, 'When you are afraid of the sorcerer, say, "My family kept me." And when you are afraid of your family, say, "The sorcerer kept me"'..

"While all this was going on, he came upon a great beast which was barring the people's way and said, 'Today I will find out who is better, the sorcerer or the monk.' He took a stone and said, 'O Allah, if what the monk does is preferable to You to what the sorcerer does, then turn this beast aside so that the people can pass.'

He threw it and killed the animal and the people went on. He went to the monk and told him and the monk said to him, 'O my boy, today you are better than I am. I see the point that your business has reached. You will be tested and, when you are tested, do not point me out.' The boy used to heal the blind and the lepers and treat people for all their ailments.

A companion of the king who was blind heard this and brought him many gifts. He said, 'All that I have gathered for you here is yours if you heal me.' He said, 'I do not heal anyone. It is Allah Almighty who heals. If you believe in Allah Almighty, I will pray to Allah to heal you." So he believed in Allah Almighty and Allah Almighty healed him.

He went to the king and sat with him as he used to do. The king said to him, 'Who has returned your sight to you?' He said, 'It was my Lord.' He said, 'You have a Lord other than me?!' He said, 'My Lord and your Lord, Allah.' So he seized him and did not stop torturing him until he pointed out the boy. The boy was brought and the king said to him, 'O boy, your sorcery has reached the point where you heal the blind and the lepers, and you do such-and-such and such-and-such.' He said, 'I do not heal anyone. It is Allah Almighty who heals.'

He seized him and did not stop torturing him until he pointed out the monk. The monk was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion.' He refused. He called for a saw and placed the saw on the centre of his head and split it until the two halves fell apart. Then the companion of the king was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion!' He refused, and the the saw was placed on the centre of his head and split it until the two halves fell apart. Then the boy was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion,' and he refused. He handed him over to a group of his companions and said, 'Take him to such-and-such a mountain, and take him up the mountain. When you reach its summit, if he has not renounced his religion, throw him off.'

They took him and brought him up the mountain and he said, 'O Allah, save me from them in whatever way You will.' The mountain shook and they fell. He walked to the king and the king said to him, 'What has happened to your companions?' He said, 'Allah Almighty saved me from them.' He handed him over to a group of his companions and said, 'Take him and put him in a ship and take him to the middle of the sea. If he does not recant, then throw him into it.' They took him and he said, 'O Allah, save me from them in whatever way You will.' The ship capsized and they were drowned. He walked back to the king and the king said to him, 'What has happened to your companions?' He said, 'Allah Almighty saved me from them.'

He said to the king, 'You will not kill me until you do what I command you.' He said, 'What is that?' He said, 'You should gather the people together on one plain and crucify me on a palm trunk. Then take an arrow from your quiver and put the arrow in the centre of your bow and say, "In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy," and then shoot it. If you do that, you will kill me.'

So he gathered the people together on one plain and crucified him on a trunk and then took his arrow from his quiver and placed the arrow in the middle of the bow and then said, "In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy," and then shot it and the arrow struck his temple. He put his hand on his temple and then died. The people said, "We believe in the Lord of the boy." The king was brought and told, "Do you not see that, by Allah, your fear has brought about the very thing you were afraid of! The people have believed."

So he commanded that a trench be dug with openings onto it and had fires lit in it. He said, 'Throw into it, anyone who does not renounce his religion or tell him to jump.' They did that until a woman came with one of her children. She hesitated to jump into it and the child said to her, 'Mother, be steadfast! You have the truth.'"

Sahih Muslim
From Imam Nawawi's Gardens of Paradise

raad

09-19-2006, 05:30 PM

Assalamualaikum

thanks for all great and nice stories....I've read only 9 pages and hope to read all stories...

well...brothers and sisters, may I take these stories and share with other?

please reply me if possible..

thanks again.

fee-amanillah

Numaan

10-02-2006, 06:32 PM

may allah bless u all 4 writing these beautiful stories

Protected_Diamond

10-03-2006, 11:26 AM

Did you get a bill from Allah?

A man reached 70 years of age and he faced a disease, he could not urinate. The doctors told him that he needs an operation to cure this disease. He agreed to do the operation as the problem was giving him much pain for days. When the operation was completed, his doctor gave him the bill which covered all the costs. The old man looked at the bill and started to cry.

Upon seeing this the doctor told him that if the cost is too high then they could make some other arrangements. The old main said "I am not crying because of the money but I am crying because Allah let me urinate for 70 years and He never sent me a bill."

We rarely thank Allah for these things which are indeed great favours.

Protected_Diamond

10-03-2006, 11:30 AM

A boy and his father were walking in the mountains. Suddenly, the boy fell, hurt himself, and screamed “aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!” To his surprise, he heard the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain,

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhh” curious, he yelled: “who are you?” he received the answer: “who are you?”
Angered at the response, he screamed:
“Coward!” He receives the answer:
“Coward!”

He looked to his father and asked:

“What’s going on?” The father smiled and said: “My son, pay attention.”
And then he screamed to the mountain:

“I admire you!” The voice answered:
“I admire you!” Again the man
Screamed: “you are a champion!”
The boy was surprised, but did not understand. Then the father explained: “People call this “ECHO”, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
If you want more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”

LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE………IT’S A REFLECTION OF YOU!

Lonely_Boy

10-09-2006, 05:33 PM

:sl:

JAZAKALLAH great stories ......keep them posting and remember in prayers

:w:

Protected_Diamond

10-10-2006, 11:56 AM

:sl:

An Arabian brother from Montreal, Canada narrated the following heart softening story about his friend's father who was very rich. He owned many buildings and lot's of properties. When he attained old age, he became very sick and was counting his last days. Few days before his death, the old man kept on saying “Ana faqir, Ana faqir” which means, “I am poor, I am poor.” When his visiting children saw this, they took him around and showed him all his properties to assure him that he wasn’t poor at all. But the old man kept on saying, “I am poor, I am poor.” His children became confused and brought a local Muslim Scholar to see their father. After spending some time with the old man, the Scholar understood that the man is saying he is poor not regarding his wealth but regarding his good ‘amal (deeds). This is because most of his life was spent only in acquiring wealth and now that he was on his death bed, he realized that he should’ve given more time to Allah. When that person was dieing, he was still saying Ana faqir.

So much time has gone from our lives in useless matters. From now on, we should not even waste one minute without remembering Allah as every remembrance of Allah will increase our position in the hereafter. So, why not be rich in the everlasting life?

:w:

sagal-islam

12-27-2006, 02:48 PM

salam calaykum brothers and sisters this is story is really important for us in this eid we have to do what prophet mohammed use to do in eid's this story is about an orphan child
the story called (An Orphan's Eid)....enjoy

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.

may this eid allah guide us to the right bath and forgive us in sha allah taca la

sagal-islam

12-27-2006, 02:49 PM

Muslimah81

01-07-2007, 04:50 PM

A Revelation in the Lift

I left the prayer room and made my way to the lifts. My mind mused over the past few weeks. The family hadn’t called back. The brother was obviously not interested. Another in a long line of rejections……this was beginning to feel all too painfully familiar. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp ‘ping!’ The lift had arrived. As the doors slid opened I was met by my own reflection in a mirror backing the lift. I stepped in, my eyes transfixed on the image before me. The doors slid shut. I was alone….with this ‘thing’ that was displeasing to the sight of practising brothers. I gazed critically at my face. Admittedly, I was plain looking. No one had ever called me beautiful - it was obvious why. My complexion was medium not fair, my features average not aquiline, no high cheek bones, no almond shaped eyes, no high forehead, no full lips…….and on and on my mind went. I suddenly turned around in disgust – I couldn’t stand staring at myself for another second! My eyes felt hot and stinging tears slid down my face. I brusquely wiped them away thinking ‘stupid stupid me! To ever think I could inflict myself on a man as his wife!’ The lift came to a stop – ready to step out I realised it wasn’t my floor. I stepped back and looked down – I didn’t want anyone to see that I’d been crying. The doors slid open. A person walked in. I couldn’t tell male or female. Those shoes…..so unusual………no wait, one shoe seemed to be raised higher than the other. I slowly raised my eyes intrigued with the individual before me.

The legs seemed to stand askew, the hips bony and out of sync, the hands with visible disabilities, the shoulders bent out of shape, the back with a protruding hump. The hair brown and curly, the face…………… of a woman, the smile…………a gentle one, the eyes…………..bright and looking back at me questioning me ‘what do you see: me or my disability?’ My heart broke – a revelation indeed! I smiled back – ‘I see you and I see your bright, blue beautiful eyes’ I wanted to say. Again the lift stopped. The lady slowly limped out. Every bone in her body seemed to struggle – but it was a struggle with dignity – subhanAllah.

I turned to the mirror and gazed back at a perfectly formed human being. Legs, hips and shoulders in perfect symmetry, slender fingers without disabilty, a face with perfectly functioning features and large brown eyes discovering the image before her as if for the first time.

If only people could discover each other with this brand new sight I had just acquired! It’s true, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But it’s funny how the beholders all seem to agree on a conventional form of beauty. That average looking sister, who is indeed your sister in Islam, is thrown aside like a ragdoll, disregarded as if she is without worth or feelings.

But Alhumdullilah Alhumdullilah it doesn’t matter – the main thing is that God’s Pleasure is not derived from our physical beauty but our spiritual one. Marriage may be fulfilling half of ones deen – but if it doesn’t happen due to superficial reasons then atleast Allah swt Knows that it wasn’t through lack of trying!

May Allah swt keep the hearts of the countless number of single sisters I have met and indeed not met – strong and steadfast in their deen. May Allah swt grant these beautiful, gentle souls peace and tranquillity in this world and in the hereafter. And may Allah swt keep the sadness of solitude far away and replace it with the remembrance of those far less fortunate than us. Ameen

‘So be patient, with a beautiful patience!’ [70:5]

aljawaad

01-09-2007, 01:57 PM

Looks like this thread has not been visited 4 quite sum tym; a thread dat was once famous. Cum on Bros n Sis lets revive this thread. Plz contribute by postin ur Stories.

shible

02-22-2007, 05:26 PM

:sl:

i came across this story and thought of sharing it.

A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in
it. He held it up for all to see & asked the students,' How much do you
think this glass weighs?' '50gms!'.... '100gms!'... '125gms'. ..the
students answered.

'I really don't know unless I weigh it, 'said the professor,' but
my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few
minutes? ''Nothing' the students said.

'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the
professor asked.

'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students. 'You're right,
now what would happen if I held it for a day?' 'Your arm could go numb,
you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis & have to go to
hospital for sure!' ventured another student & all the students
laughed. 'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?'
Asked the professor. 'No'

'Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?' The students were
puzzled.

'What should I do to remedy this'? Asked the professor again.

'Put the glass down!' said one of the students. Exactly!' said the
professor.' Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few
minutes in your head & they seem OK. Think of them for a long time &
they begin to ache. Hold it even longer & they begin to paralyze you. You
will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but
EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before
you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day
fresh & strong & can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your
way!'

So, when u go to bed tonight-Remember to 'PUT THE GLASS DOWN, TODAY!

:w:

Sabbir_1

02-22-2007, 05:48 PM

jazakalla khair bro for sharing....

Al_Imaan

02-22-2007, 05:55 PM

nice story...Jazak Allah

shible

02-22-2007, 06:00 PM

:w: :sl:

one more hope to continue tis thread Allah knows the truth for sure

here it is.....

Last spring I was walking in a park. A short distance ahead of me was a mom and her three-year-old daughter. The little girl was holding on to a string that was attached to a helium balloon.

All of a sudden, a sharp gust of wind took the balloon from the little girl. I braced myself for some screaming and crying.

But, no! As the little girl turned to watch her balloon go skyward, she gleefully shouted out, "Wow!"

I didn't realize it at that moment, but that little girl taught me
something.

Later that day, I received a phone call from a person with news of an unexpected problem. I felt like responding with "Oh no, what should we do?" But remembering that little girl, I found myself saying, "Wow, that's interesting! How can I help you?"

One thing's for sure - life's always going to keep us off balance with its unexpected problems. That's a given. What's not preordained is our response. We can choose to be frustrated or fascinated.

No matter what the situation, a fascinated "Wow!" will always beat a frustrated "Oh, no."

So the next time you experience one of life's unexpected gusts, remember that little girl and make it a "Wow!" experience. The "Wow!" response always works . . .

:w:

Muezzin

02-22-2007, 07:00 PM

Threads merged. Please run a quick search before posting a new thread.

shible

02-22-2007, 07:03 PM

Assalamu alaikkum (warah)

to be frank i thought of having an ultimate thread like the thread for Official jokes.

and now it is here where i stand,

Thanks Mod hope i could share a few more on my futture posts.

shible

02-22-2007, 07:28 PM

here is one more from my part.

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"

" We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife.

" Go out and invite Love to be our guest ."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"

The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success !!!!!!"

Tilmeez

04-28-2007, 09:27 AM

There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest.

He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. They were made of wood , but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter. He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first.

A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. In fact, he couldn't relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.

The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go?

Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again.

Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as " productive" - carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can ." He holds onto them compulsively.

unknown_JJ

04-28-2007, 09:08 PM

Rasulullah said, 'Every man is a sinner, but the best of the sinners are those who repent and seek forgiveness.' When a man commits a sin, a black spot settles on his heart, but when he repents, it is washed away; otherwise the black spot remains permanently. It is important for us to remember that once we repent we should not repeat that sin.

Sincere Repentance

Allah says that even if our sins are as numerous as all the stars in the sky, all the grains of sand on this earth, or all the leaves of all the trees in this world, even then our sins are few in comparison with His mercy. Allah tells us to be penitent and He will accept our repentance.

Hadrat Hasan Basri (May the mercy of Allah be upon him) was a great shaykh from among our righteous predecessors. A woman would come to him whose husband had died, leaving behind a great fortune to their only son. The boy went astray because of this wealth and started wasting his youth in vain indulgences. The mother kept counseling him to mend his ways, and brought him to Hadrat Hasan Basri year after year, but the young man refused to pay heed.

Time came when his evil ways took their toll and the young man fell fatally ill. His mother seized this opportunity to counsel him towards repentance. This time her son paid attention and said to his mother, "I don't even know how to ask for forgiveness, take me to Hasan Basri so he may teach me."

A glimmer of hope flickered in the mother's heart, but she said that she was too old and weak to support and take him there. The son then asked her to bring Hadrat Hasan Basri to the house, and also to request him to lead his funeral prayer in case he died before they arrived.

Filled with hope, the mother hurriedly went to Hadrat Hasan Basri and told him what was happening. Hadrat had just given a hadith lesson and was tired and wished to rest. He thought that the son had just said these words to pacify the mother. Both he and the mother had been counseling him for years but he had not listened, so why would he change now? Hadrat Hasan Basri refused to come and also refused to lead the funeral prayer.

The mother returned broken-hearted and told the son that Hadrat Hasan Basri had refused to come. This news cut through the young man's heart like a knife, and tears filled his eyes. He said to his mother, "Please hear my final wish. I am so unfortunate that even the auliyaa refuse to lead my funeral prayer. My time is near: when I die, do not bury me in the graveyard, for I might become the cause of further suffering for others in the grave. Bury me at home, but before burying me tie your shawl around my neck and drag my corpse around the house because I am dying the death of a dog. I beg forgiveness for my sins and may Allah show mercy upon me." Saying this he recited the affirmation of faith (shahadah) and closed his eyes, leaving his mother crying.

Almost immediately there was a knock at the door. The mother ran and opened the door to see that it was Hadrat Hasan Basri. The mother asked him in surprise what he was doing there. Hadrat Hasan Basri replied, "I had gone to sleep when Allah said to me, 'What kind of a Friend (wali) are you that you refuse to lead the funeral prayer of another Friend of Mine?' And I realized then that Allah had accepted your son's repentance."

Allah is so merciful that He is willing to forgive the worst of us of the worst of sins, if only we repent sincerely any time before our death. May Allah guide us towards the realization of His unlimited mercy, and inspire us to take advantage of His forgiveness, and may He also guide us towards leading a pure life, and make us from among those who are sincere to Him. Ameen.
~Excerpt from a translation of Shaykh Zulfiqar's lecture.

syilla

05-04-2007, 03:30 AM

The Prince Who Loved Allah

As a young boy, 'Abbaas, one of the sons of Haaroon Rasheed liked to talk and
listen to good religious people. He would visit graveyards frequently and learn
lessons from the outcome of people. He cared nothing for the way he dressed.

Once, when his father was
talking with his ministers and officers, the boy came up to them wearing
only two pieces of cloth, one round his waist and the other on his
head. The men looked at him. They did not like to see a prince dressed
this way. They thought it was not right for a king's son to dress in such
a poor manner. "This boy is very bad, he upsets his father. He should
dress properly so that the king may be proud of him when other kings come to
see him", they said. When the king asked his son to dress in rich
clothes the boy did not answer but decided to show them a miracle, something
he was able to do because of his intense love for Allah. He looked around
and seeing a bird a long way off, he called it to his side. The bird
flew onto the child's hand. He then told the bird to fly away and it
did so.

Having shown everyone what he was able to do because he loved Allah more than
anything else, he turned to his father and told him that he wore shabby clothes
because, if he loved Allah, such earthly things were not important and that
he was sad because his father seemed to love the world more than Allah.

Soon, the boy knew it was time to leave his father's court and serve Allah
Alone. He took with him a copy of the glorious Qur'aan and a precious ring,
which his mother gave him to make use of if he ever needed any money.

When the prince reached
Basrah, he worked as a labourer for one day in the week and took only
enough money to last him a week. At this time, Aboo 'Amar Basri (a learned
man and a mystic of repute) was looking for a builder to mend a wall
which had fallen down. Suddenly, he saw a handsome youth busy reciting
words from the glorious Qur'aan. He asked the boy if he would do the job.
The boy said, "I will do the job but I want only a small sum of money to last
a week and I must stop working at the times of Salaah". Aboo 'Amar
agreed to this and the youth started to work. By the end of the day Aboo
'Amar noticed that the boy had done the work of ten men. He paid him
his wages (minimal, as requested by the boy). To his surprise, the boy
did not come the next day. As he was so pleased with his work, Aboo 'Amar
set out to look for him but could not find him until the next week at
the same time and in the same place that he had seen him before. The
boy again asked for the same small sum of money and time off for Salaah,
and carried on building the wall.

At the end of the day, Aboo
'Amar gave the boy more money than he had asked for, but the boy would
not take more than what would last him a week. Aboo 'Amar waited until
the next week for the youth to come for work. He did not come and was
nowhere to be found. Aboo 'Amar looked all over for him. He told his
story in the following words: "I
asked all and sundry. At last a man told me that the boy had been ill
and lay unconscious in the forest. I paid a man to take me to him. When
I reached the place, the boy was lying on the ground, resting his head
on a stone. I spoke to him but he did not answer. I greeted him again and
this time he opened his eyes. He recognised me at once. I lifted his head
and put it in my lap. He raised his head and spoke some verses reminding
everyone about death and warned against people who were greedy for worldly
goods. He asked me to bathe him and bury him in one of his garments, to
give the other piece of cloth and his wudhoo cup to the man who would dig
his grave, to take the glorious Qur'aan and the ring to Haaroon Rasheed
personally and to tell him, 'These are your things. They belonged to your
son. Make sure you do as Allah wishes.' with that, the boy died. Only then
did I realise that the boy was the prince. I buried him there as he had
asked and took the ring to the King in Baghdad.

I stood on a high mound
near the palace and saw a troop of horsemen riding out from the palace.
Nine more battalions followed. The king himself rode with the tenth troop.
When I saw him, I shouted at the top of my voice. The king stopped and
I showed him the things that his son had left. He recognised them and
so I was able to tell him all I could about his son. Tears rolled down
his cheeks as I spoke. He ordered one of his guards to look after me until
he returned from his royal visit. When I saw the king again he was very
sad indeed. He asked me how I came to know his son. He was very shocked
to hear that his son, a prince, should wish to work as a labourer and
for enough money to last him only a week. I said that I had not known that
he was the king's son, and a Sayyid, the descendant of the Prophet Muhammad

The king asked me if I had
bathed his son with my own hands. I told him that I had and he took
my hands and pressed them to his heart as he said some couplets, which
showed his great sadness. He also visited the grave and recited more couplets,
which told of the fact that death must come to everyone."

Later, Aboo 'Amar Basri dreamt of the departed soul of this boy which told
him of his great joy in Paradise where he found happiness beyond the realms
of human thought or knowledge.

Ghira

05-10-2007, 07:39 PM

Originally Posted by 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 !!!!

^^^ Is that a true story????? :-\
Great story anyways...I want to marry a hafiz...:statisfie

Ghira

05-16-2007, 05:13 AM

The Pearl Necklace

Qazi Abu Bakr Mohammed Ibn Abdul Baaqi Ibn Muhammed Al-Bazzaaz Al-Ansaari says :

‘I was a student in Makkah, may Allah Ta’ala protect it. One day I was so hungry and I could find nothing to remove my hunger. I found a small velvet pouch neatly tied with a tassel. I picked it up and returned home with it. I opened it and found a beautiful pearl necklace the like of which I had never seen before.

I went out again and I saw an old man with five hundred dinaars in a cloth crying out loudly : “This is the reward for the one who returns to me a pouch with a pearl necklace.”

I said to myself : I am in need and extremely hungry. I can benefit from this reward by returning the purse to the old man.

I approached him and said : “Come with me.” I led him to my house. He described to me the pouch, tassel, the pearls, the number of beads in the necklace and the cord it was tied with. I took out the pouch and gave it to him. He handed over to me the five hundred dinaars. I refused to accept the reward saying : “It was necessary for me to return the pouch to you without any reward in return.” He insisted that I take it but I refused. He finally left.

After a time I left Makkah and I traveled by sea. The vessel carrying us was wrecked. Many passengers were drowned and their possessions were lost. I managed to hold onto a piece of the floating vessel and I continued to float on the ocean not knowing where I would end up. I ended up on an island inhabited by people. I went to one of their masaajid and began reciting the Quran. Soon people began coming to me to learn to recite the Quran correctly. I soon became quite well to do amongst these people.

One day I noticed a few pages of a Quran in the same Masjid. I picked them up to read them. When the people saw me they asked if I could write. I replied that I could and they requested me to teach them to write. Soon many of them brought their children to me so that I could teach them as well. This occupation of mine soon made me quite independent.

After some time they requested me to marry an orphan girl from amongst them. I refused but they insisted and I finally agreed to their request. After the nikaah had been performed she was brought to me. I could not remove my gaze from her because I saw the very same pearl necklace around her neck. The people said to me : “O Sheikh, you will break the heart of this girl by staring at her necklace instead of looking at her.” I narrated the story of the necklace to them. They all shouted out the takbeer so loudly that the inhabitants of the entire island could hear it. I asked them what the matter was and they replied : “The man who had taken the necklace from you was the father of this girl and he used to say : ‘I have not found a true Muslim in the world like this man. May Allah bring him so that I could marry him to my daughter.’ This dua of his has been fulfilled.”

I stayed with my wife and was blessed with two sons from her. She finally passed away and I together with my two sons inherited her necklace. Later, my two sons also passed away and I became the sole owner of the necklace. I sold it for a hundred thousand dinaars.

(Safhaat Min Sabri Ulama pg. 74)

Lesson
1. Honesty is the best policy
2. Allah Ta’ala provides from sources that man cannot comprehend.

IbnAbdulHakim

06-18-2007, 12:45 PM

the story of the pearl is one of the best stories ive ever heard... subhanAllah!!

HaYa-MiD gIrL

06-21-2007, 07:50 PM

Thaaaaaaaanx Alot For This Brilliant Thread And For The Stories ...they R Really Brilliant And Meaningful
May Allah Bless U..
My Regards..

nasima el ghazi

07-13-2007, 10:49 PM

ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR TURN?

He was a student, probably in his early twenties. I didn't know his name-I really didn't care. All I know is he was going for a lay-up while playing basketball, lost his balance and fell on the ground--flat on his back.
We thought he would shake it off and continue the game--so no one really cared. To everyones surprise, he never got up. At first a few people on his team (later everyone) went up to him but he just wouldn't reply.

CPR did no good. The ambulance personel couldn't save him from dying. The result at the ER was no better. HE WAS DEAD!

As I came home tonight, I thought to myself, it could have been me going up for that lay-up. It is very possible that I could be laying in the cold city morgue, right this minute, as I type this e-mail.

Am I ready to die? Did I communicate with Allah today? Did I perform my daily prayers? Did I seek the pleasure of Allah?

Did I treat my parents and family with respect and love? Did I give any at all in charity (sadaqa) today? How many times did I remember Allah and recount His name?

The entire day I made time to go to school, check my e-mail, read the news, chat with friends, watch TV, play basketball.......but did I even once say "Estagfirullah"? Did I ask Allah to forgive the sins that I've commited today? NO! Not once.

Did I say "Elhamdulillah" other than in my daily prayers? NO! Not once my friends. Would you like to know why? Because I was too caught up with myself and my daily activities.

Well, guess what. I could have lost my life during a lay-up in a basketball game and what do I have with me? Not a thing. Nothing that I did today do I get to bring with me to the grave. Nothing.

A few words that I could have uttered were the only things that I could have brought with me. A few words that would've taken a few seconds of concentration out of the 24 hrs. that was alloted to me.

A few cents in charity instead of cold drinks and candy bars could have saved my soul. But I insisted to continue with my careless attitude.

Thank God it wasn't my turn to go, because I sure wasn't ready.

Now I close my eyes and say Elhamdulillah. Now I look back and say Estagfirullah. Now I have a different attitude. Now, I want to prepare for my turn.

Did you perform your prayers today? Did you give in charity and love? Did you ask for forgiveness yet? Do you care? I'm asking because I don't want to see you fall, knowing you aren't ready for your turn.

Are you ready for your turn?

cute123

07-14-2007, 11:34 AM

[QUOTE=mmc;5799]Story 1 :

We all must have seen a fly trapped in a room ! If it reaches a glass window it continues to flutter at the glass, trying to escape. It does not think there can be other openings in the room to escape !

Mashallah tallah ; the point of view portrayed here is very good.

cute123

07-14-2007, 12:05 PM

Originally Posted by Tilmeez

Thats really wonderful

Tilmeez

07-23-2007, 10:41 AM

A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. "You are employed" he said. "Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start. The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email. “I’m sorry", said the HR manager, “If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job. The man left with no hope at all.

He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. 5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.

He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email". The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!!"The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"

Moral of the story:

1) Internet is not the solution to your life.
2) If you don't have internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.
3) If you received this message by email, you are closer to being an office boy, than a millionaire. ..

Pk_#2

10-20-2007, 12:45 PM

AsalamuALaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh,

An old Arab lived close to New York city for more than 40 years. One day, he decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak.

His son was in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an email explaining the problem: “Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me and dig up the garden for me. I love you, your father.”

The following day, the old man received a response via e-mail from his son: ”Beloved father, please don’t touch the garden. That is where I have hidden ‘the THING’. I love you too, Ahmed.”

At 4pm the FBI and the Rangers visited the house of the old man and took the whole garden apart, searching every inch. But they couldn’t find anything. Disappointed, they left the house.

The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son: ”Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That is all I could do for you from here. Your loving son, Ahmed”.

Source: http://www.islamictimes.co.uk

cute123

10-21-2007, 06:15 AM

Originally Posted by swanlake

:sl:

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.

Mashallah Tallah , May Allah SWT give all of us the patience

Ummu Sufyaan

10-21-2007, 06:23 AM

:sl:
my story isn't really one to take morals from, excpet maybe gratefullness, but none the less its still a nice story.

lets call it "the shoe box baby."
well this baby was born premature, (i think it was 3 months) anyways, because he was so small, he had to sleep in a shoe box. anyway, eventually this baby grew up into a man, who went to jihad against the soviets in Afganistan. So obviosuly when you're in the wilderness you dont have that much to eat. One day, allah decreed that he return home. After arriving home, one day he saw his mum baking cookies. he picked up a crumb, and said to his mum, "mum, do you know how much we treaured this during out time over there."
anyways, that all the stiry is. im not a very good story teller, (as you all noticed) but i thought i'd share it with you.
:sl:

shible

10-22-2007, 03:08 PM

:sl:

One evening a young woman went alone to walk barefoot by the ocean after the sun had set. She stopped in her path and turned so she could see the footsteps she had left in the sand. But they had already been washed away by the waves. When she turned to continue her walk, she was startled by the presence of an old woman wrapped in a blanket who out of nowhere appeared sitting by a fire, slowly paging through the leaves of a leather covered book.

She walked up to the woman and asked. "Where did you come from? I didn't see you here a moment ago. And how did you start this fire so quickly?"

Her questions went unanswered but were instead met with a reply in a serene voice, "Sit with me, child. I have something to show you."

As the young woman sat down beside the fire, the mysterious stranger handed her the book. She curiously turned the pages one by one and was amazed to discover they contained the story of her whole life from the early days of childhood to the present. She then came to the page telling of her encounter.

with the old woman by the fire during her walk on the beach, but upon turning to the next page, she found it empty. She frantically began to turn the rest of the pages in the book only to find that they, too, were all empty. In bewilderment, she looked to the old woman and pleaded with her to explain.

"Does this mean my life ends this night?"

"No, my child. It means tonight your life begins."

At that moment the old woman took the book into her own hands and began to tear out each of the pages with words, throwing them one by one into the fire until all that was left were blank pages.

She handed the book of empty pages to the young woman.

"You see," she said, "just as the waves washed away your footsteps in the sand, your past is forever gone, never to return.

The only moment you ever truly possess is here and now. Each new moment is the beginning of the rest of your life and is to be lived to the fullest, for you will not have a chance to live that moment a second time. Most important of all, each new day brings an opportunity to love--one that may never come to you again.

"As for your future, you are free to shape it as you wish, for it has not yet been written."

Then, as mysteriously as she had appeared, the old woman stood to walk away and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Moral:

"Your Life is in Your Hand.. Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever".

:w:

Mysterious Uk

10-22-2007, 04:50 PM

My teeny tiny story isn't inspirational or anything, but this is just something that happened to me which made me think. Well everyday i take the same bus to a certain place which costs me 2.40 pounds, one day when i asked for a ticket it cost only 2.00 pounds, waking up early and fasting, it didn't occur to me i had the wrong ticket. I was so worried but ended up stopping at my usual place anyway. I told the bus driver and it turned out the ticket i had was only for accross the road, and it is 40p cheaper! So now i take this bus accross the road everyday. Anyway the point of my ridiculous story is: that mistake of mine was a blessing really cause i have saved sooo much money!

Sheba

10-22-2007, 09:25 PM

[QUOTE=Tazkiyahtulnafs;25880]my mom only had one eye..
i hated the fact that i had to be stuck with a retard for a mother.
i hated her... she was such an embarressment..
my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.
she collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed
she was such an embarressment.

Thank-you for sharing this with us.....I cried out of both eyes.

Sheba

10-22-2007, 09:36 PM

Even Though When I Whine, the Blessing is Mine.

Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair and wished I was just as fair.
When she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and used a crutch.
But as she passed, a smile. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 legs, the blessing is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy. The boy who sold it had such charm. I spoke with him, he seemed so glad. If I were late, it would do no harm. As I left he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind. It's nice to talk with people like you. You see I'm blind.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 eyes, the blessing is mine.

Later whilst walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. Hestood and watched the others play. He did not know what to do. I stopped a moment and said, "why not join the others". He looked without a word and I knew he could'nt hear.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine. I have 2 hearing ears, the blessing is mine.

With feet to take me where I go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I know.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, so God please help me forget to whine.

Sheba

10-22-2007, 09:55 PM

Blessing of Giving.

A student was walking one day with his professor. As they went along they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which belonged to an old man who was working in a field nearby. His work for that day was nearly done.

The student turned to the professor saying: "Let us play a trick on the man: we will hide his shoes and conceal ourselves behind those bushes and wait to see his response when he cannot find them".

"My young friend" answered the professor, "we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. You are rich and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by the means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe and then we will hide and watch how this affects him".

So it was and they hid behind some bushes. The poor man finished his work and came to the path where he had left his coat and shoes. While putting his coat on he slipped his foot into one of his shoes. Feeling something hard he stooped down to feel what it was and he found a coin.

Astonishment and wonder were upon his face. He gazed at the coin, turned it around and around looking at it again and again. He then looked all around but could see no one. He put the money in his pocket and proceeded to put the other shoe on; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.

His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless and his children without bread whom this timely bounty from some unknown hand would save from perishing.

The student stood there deeply affected and tears filled his eyes. "Now" said the professor £are you not much better pleased than if you had played your trick?"

The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: "It is more blessed to give than to receive".

Any charity you give or a charitable pledge you fulfil, God is fully aware thereof....Quran 2:270

Kind words and compassion are better than a charity that is followed by insult. God is Rich, Clement. Quran 2:263

Pk_#2

11-27-2007, 08:34 PM

Bismillah-Ir-Rahman-Ir-Raheem

AsalamuAlaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh,

An emperor was coming out of his palace for his morning walk when he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, “What do you want?”
The beggar laughed and said, “You are asking me as though you can fulfill my desire!”

The king was offended. He said, “Of course I can fulfill your desire. What is it? Just tell me.”

And the beggar said, “Think twice before you promise anything.”
“I will fulfill anything you ask. I am a very powerful emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?”

The beggar said, “It is a very simple desire. You see this begging bowl? Can you fill it with something?”

The emperor said, “Of course!” He called one of his viziers and told him, “Fill this mans begging bowl with money.” The vizier went and got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would disappear. And the begging bowl remained always empty.

The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumor went throughout the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, “If the whole kingdom is lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar.”

Diamonds and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming empty.The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that was put into it — everything! — immediately disappeared, went out of existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing there in utter silence. The king dropped at the feet of the beggar and admitted his defeat. he said, “Just tell me one thing. You are victorious - but before you leave, just fulfill my curiosity. What is the begging bowl made of?”

The beggar laughed and said, “It is made up of the human mind. There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire.”

This understanding transforms life. Go into one desire — what is the mechanism of it? First there is a great excitement, great thrill, adventure. you feel a great kick. Something is going to happen, you are on the verge of it. And then you have the car, you have the yacht, you have the house, you have the woman, and suddenly all is meaningless again.

What happens? Your mind has dematerialised it. The car is standing in the drive, but there is no excitement anymore. The excitement was only in getting it. You became so drunk with the desire that you forgot your inner nothingness. Now the desire is fulfilled, the car in the drive, the woman in your bed, the money in your bank account - again excitement disappears. Again the emptiness is there, ready to eat you up. Again you have to create another desire to escape this yawning abyss.

That’s how one moves from one desire to another desire. That’s how one remains a beggar. Your whole life proves it again and again — every desire frustrates. And when the goal is achieved, you will need another desire.

The day you understand that desire as such is going to fail comes the turning point in your life.

The other journey is inwards. move inwards, come back home.

Na7lah

12-13-2007, 12:16 AM

^^ that was soo nice Jazakallah Khair for sharing :)

Pk_#2

12-13-2007, 01:02 PM

Originally Posted by muslimah421

^^ that was soo nice Jazakallah Khair for sharing :)

BarakAllah fiki, I was thinking where this went.

Peace.

Re.TiReD

12-13-2007, 01:04 PM

AssalamuAlaykum

A man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom… it died.

So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The good qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.

We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential. Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.

This is one of the characteristic of love… to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life… all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns.
Only then will they blossom many times over.

"Only a heart that does not judge can open friendships door".

Today is a gift treasure it!

*smile*

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12-13-2007, 01:18 PM

:salamext:

Mashaa Allaah some beautiful stories here.

IbnAbdulHakim

12-14-2007, 01:34 AM

sometimes it feels that the thorns overcrowd the rose.
sometimes it feels that the time spent throwing into the bowl is worth it.

Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullaahi Wa Barakatuh

taken from another forum

I met Uwais Al-Qarni.
I ignored him in the beginning of our meeting, but carried his shoes at the end!!

Our beloved brother Shaykh ibn ‘Abd Al-Ghani narrates the following story in the Arabic forum.

He [May Allah Preserve him] writes:

“The story of Uwais Al-Qarni was mentioned in Sahih Muslim as well as in other books. Now even though he was from the Tabi’een and did not see the Messenger [Salah Allahu Alaihi wa salam], the Messenger [Salah Allahu Alaihi wa salam] had advised ‘Umar ibn Al-Khatab [Radiya Allahu ‘Anhu] that if he meets [Uwais] then he, ‘Umar, should ask [Uwais] to ask Allah to forgive him and to make supplication for him.

Thus ‘Umar [May Allah be pleased with him], during his Caliphate, used to ask all the delegates coming from Yemen: ‘Is Uwais among you?’, until finally during one of the years he met him. He found him a man not among the nobles of his people; nobody cares much for him, even those accompanying him, sidelined. So ‘Umar told him about the advice Prophet Muhammad gave him and asked Uwais to ask Allah the Exalted to forgive him. When ‘Umar discovered that Uwais was headed to Al-Kuffa he offered to write a letter to his assistant over there, so that he treats him with hospitality. However, Uwais refused and requested that ‘Umar doesn’t do that. He explained his request that he would love to live as an unknown among the people (the story is summarized and mentioned from memory).

Now, I do not claim that I met that Noble Tabi’ee himself; rather I met a man from his school. A man following in the same footsteps of Uwais, and here is my story with him.

During one of the Fridays of Ramadan, I left my house to give the Friday Khutbah in one of the Masjids of Al-Jam’iyah Al-Shar’eyah in Cairo. While riding my car my clear white Thawb (dress worn by men in Arab countries) got stained with a black spot. That really upset me. I asked myself, ‘How could I stand in front of the people giving the Khutbah when this spot had stained my elegant dress?’ I left the car and headed towards the Masjid. During my walk I passed by a store that had a big mirror at its entrance. I stood in front of it fixing my clothes and making sure my head covering is placed properly. I then continued to the Masjid.

I reached the Masjid, but the issue of the stain was still bothering me. The entrance of the Masjid had a few beggars standing there. They usually stand there during this blessed month, each of them with a story that he uses to gain the sympathy of the people going to pray. I didn’t give them much attention and entered the Masjid. I climbed the Minbar quickly, hoping that no one would get a chance to see the black spot that stained my dress in the car.

I delivered the Khutbah, and then we prayed. After prayers, I leaned my back at a pillar that was next to the Qiblah, and I stretched my legs to relax.

Now Egyptians usually go and shake the hands of the Imam after the prayers making supplications for him. I started shaking their hands while being seated in the same manner, and replied to their supplications by nodding my head up and down. I was really exhausted at this time because of the hot weather and the fasting.

At that point, I noticed a blind man crossing the lines with extreme difficulty, asking to reach the Shaykh (referring to me). Nobody was paying attention to his request, rather some of them were waving their hands in an annoyed manner since the blind man used to [unintentionally] come in contact with them while crossing the lines. The caretaker of the Masjid took his hand and brought him to me. I looked at him, and saw that his clothe were worn-out. He had the appearance of a person that if he greets others they would not reply back to him, and if he speaks no one would care about what he said. My first impression was that he was one of the beggars I saw at the entrance of the Masjid.

The man reached where I was seated; he greeted me and I replied back to him while still being seated in the same manner I described earlier, relaxing and stretching my legs.

I waited for him to start by telling me how miserable his life is, like beggars usually do, but he didn’t.

Rather he started by praising the topic of my Khutbah!! I though to myself: ‘A new method of begging! Start by showing that you understood what was mentioned in the Khutbah so that my heart would soften?!’.

Then he said: “But I have some remarks about your Khutbah, so I hope you do not mind listening to them”.

I said in amazement, while still sitting in the same manner: “Remarks on my Khutbah!! and you are the one that will point them out?!”

He replied: “Yes”.

I said: “In what aspects of the Khutbah?”

He said: “In the Language, Hadith, and Tafseer”.

After that I honestly, stared at his face in astonishment, and said: “And to what extend is your knowledge in these sciences?”

He introduced himself to me, he was a graduate of Dar Al-‘Uloom and specialized in Islamic Sharee’ah. He had completed several papers/studies on Tafseer, and he studied along side several known scholars.

I looked at the people around me in the Masjid and they nodded their heads, affirming what the man was saying.

At that point I sat straight, and crossed my legs, and said to the man: “And what are these remarks you had, my dear respected sir”.

He said: “As for the language, you have used some words of the ‘Amiyah (slang) and that ruins the nobility and sublimity of the Khutbah” (he kept speaking to me about the importance of the Khatib using the proper language, with words that increased my love to our beautiful language).

“As for the Hadith, you quoted some traditions and mentioned the source of some, but didn’t do that for the rest. Also how can you quote a tradition and refer it to Abu Dawud, while it is in Bukhari don’t you know that this is something that relegates the status of the speaker”. (Then he kept speaking to me about the methods and manners of the scholars of hadith, which increased my love for the Science of Hadith).

“As for the Tafseer, you mentioned some statements of those who interpret the Quran by their opinion, so beware when speaking about the Book of Allah and do not be like a night-time woodcutter (lumberjack)”. (Then he kept speaking to me about the different methodologies used by the people of Tafseer, which increased my love to the science of Tafseer).

By that time, people had dispersed from around us.

As he was about to stand, I stood [quickly] and took his hand. I then rushed and got him his shoes, and assisted him in putting it on. He kept asking me not to. I took by his hand to take him to his home, but he swore to me not to.

At that point, I saw that we were behind a wall where no one can see us, so I took out a sum of money from my pocket, and I politely requested that he accepts it from me. Here, he got mad and raised his voice a little scolding me roughly. I apologized to him, and he accepted my apology, and said: “You might have felt sorry for me, when you saw the way I am dressed”. I said: “Yes, and I hope you can forgive me for not thinking highly of you the first time I saw you”, so he forgave me.

I told him: “Please, comfort me, how do you live and with whom?” He said: “I will answer you briefly. I have a small income, but Allah has blessed it with His Grace, and it suffices me from the disgrace of asking [others]”. I asked: “With whom do you live?” He replied: “By myself, my children and wife have already beaten me to the Hereafter” and then he said: “I want nothing from this Dunia, and my relationship with it is not that good. All I need is a dress to cover my body and a meal that would silence my hunger, and apart from that I do not need anything”.

So I fell on his hand to kiss it, and I shook his hand and walked away for a few steps. Then I looked back at where he was heading. I saw that the people are giving him no notice as he held his stick, which he used to feel the road in front of him.

As for me, I walked thinking about myself, and how upset I was when my clean white dress got stained. As I walked, cars would slow down so that I can cross [the street], and people passing would come by to shake my hands and ask me for supplications.

They were all deceived by my looks and appearance.

I remembered the statement of Prophet Muhammad [Salah Allah ‘Alaihi wa Salam], when he was between his companions and a man passed by who had the appearance of a wealthy man. So he [Salah Allah ‘Alaihi wa Salam] asked: “What do you say about that [man]?” They said: “O Prophet of Allah, he is the kind of person that when he speaks we would listen, and if he asks for our daughter’s hand in marriage we won’t oppose, and if he intercedes for someone we would accept his intercession”. Then a man who appeared poor and needy passed by, so he [Salah Allah ‘Alaihi wa Salam] asked: “And what do you say about that man?” They said: “He is the sort of person, that if he speaks we won’t listen to what he has to say, and if he requests our daughter’s hand in marriage we would oppose his request, and if he intercedes for someone we would not accept his intercession”. Then he [Salah Allah ‘Alaihi wa Salam] said: “That [poor] man is better (worth more) than all the earth filled with that other man”, Aw Kama Qaal Salah Allah ‘Alaihi wa Salam".

Original Arabic:

http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vb/showthread.php?t=113941

Note: the translation takes from the beauty of the story, but I hope that it was not totally lost.

May Allah greatly reward the Shaykh for this story

syilla

12-14-2007, 03:08 AM

:salamext:

i just love the story of uwais al qarni. :) jazakallah khayr for sharing

teen-omar

05-04-2008, 02:25 PM

mashallah, that story of uwais al qarni was amazing
it really made me think for a while... subhanallah
wassalam

Güven

05-04-2008, 11:38 PM

Mashallah that was a nice story ( Uwais al qarni )
It lets you think indeed.

Riyadh-ul-Jannah

05-28-2008, 07:03 PM

:sl:
These stories are very beautiful.
Masha-Allah

IbnAbdulHakim

06-13-2008, 01:10 PM

Wanting God

A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him.

"Master, I wish to become your disciple," said the man. "Why?" replied the

hermit. The young man thought for a moment. "Because I want to find

God."

The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him

into the river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him there for

a minute, with him kicking and struggling to free himself, the master finally

pulled him up out of the river. The young man coughed up water and gasped

to get his breath. When he eventually quieted down, the master spoke. "Tell

me, what did you want most of all when you were under water."

"Air!" answered the man.

"Very well," said the master. "Go home and come back to me when you

want God as much as you just wanted air."

[Author unknown (to me)]

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06-13-2008, 01:13 PM

:salamext:

^ Sikkkkkkkkkkkkkk

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06-13-2008, 01:17 PM

Originally Posted by Hajar

GLASS OF MILK

bump

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06-13-2008, 01:36 PM

Originally Posted by khadija

It's about muslim man named Rashid. He Says.
"I was not a practicing muslim, I had bad friends. I enjoyed going out with them. I was almost never home, but always at gatherings with friends, in these gatherings we backbited, gossiped and made fun of ppl. I was especially known among my friends to make jokes and ppl were impressed by the way I was so good at it. One night (at the time I was 30 and married and my wife was pregnant with our 1st child) I was as usual gathered with my friends and talking useless talk. I was telling them how I was at the marketone day and I saw a blind man and I put my leg out in front of this man and the blind man tripped and fell on his face. My friends laughed and so on. When I went back home that night, my wife told me 'were have u been?' 'I am so tired and sick and I think I am in labor.' A tear dropped down her cheek. I felt guilty, for I hadn't cared about my wife properly.

I quickly took her to the hospital. She was in pain for a long time and could not give birth, I waited patiently, but eventually I left and told the hospital to call me when she gave birth. An hour later, they called telling me my wife had given birth to baby boy named Salem.

I quickly went to the hospital. I asked which room my wife was in.
They told me I 1st had to see the doctor. I got mad at them and said "What doctor? I want to see my son!?!" they insisted that I see the doctor first. So I went to the doctor, she first talked to me about calamities and that one must accept the will (qadar) of Allah. Then she told me, 'your son is blind!' My lowered my head and remembered the blind man I tripped and made fun of.

I didn't know what to say, I thanked the doctor for her kindness
and went to see my wife. My wife was not sad, rather she accepted the will of Allah (Subhanahu wata'ala).
She had always advised me not to make fun of ppl and not to gossip
and backbite.

We left the hospital. I did not care about Salem, I did not like
him, I pretended that he wasn't even in the house. But, my wife loved
Salem very much and cared for him.

Salem grew and he began to crawl, he wasn't crawling properly. When
he began to walk, we discovered that he was handicapped. This was too much for me Later, my wife gave birth to 2 boys, Omar and Khalid.

Years passed, salem and his brothers grew. I continued to hang out
with my bad friends and did not like to be at home. However, my wife was patient with me and she always made dua that Allah guide me.

One Friday, I woke up at 11 am (which was early for me) and was
getting ready to go to a walimah (I did not go to Jummah). I got dressed, put on 3tter, and was about to head out the door when I saw Salem (who was 10 yrs old) crying very loudly in the living room.
So, for the first time in 10 years I cared and went to ask him why
he was crying. When salem felt me coming near, he stopped crying and
pushed me away as if to say, "Now you care, where were you for the past 10 yrs!" Salem was calling his mother and brothers, but no one was answering him, so he went to his room. I followed him. At first, he would not tell me why he was crying.

Do you know why he was crying? His brother Omar, who normally took him to the masjid, was late. Salem was afraid that since it was a Friday, he would not be able to get a spot in the front row at the mosque. I said, "is that why you cried salem?" salem answered positively.
I, out of disbelief from what I heard, forgot about my friends and
the walimah. I then told salem that I would take him to the mosque.

Salem could not believe what he had heard. He thought his father
was mocking him. He then began to cry. I wiped salem's tears and took him by his hand to take him to the car. Salem refused. He said the mosque is near, and he wants to walk there by foot.

I could not remember the last time he went to the mosque. The
mosque was full, but I was able to find a spot for salem in the first row.

After prayer was over, salem asked me to get him copy of the Quran.
I thought, 'how can he want a Quran if he is blind!!!!' so I gave him
one anyway so that his feelings would not be hurt.

Salem then asked me to open to surat al-kahf. So when I opened it
for him, salem began to recite. He had memorized the entire surah.

I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I took a Quran and began
to read. I asked Allah for forgiveness and guidance. I then began to sob like a child. There were still people in the mosque, so I tried to hide my tears.

I couldn't. I began to sob loudly. I felt a small hand wiping his tears away. It was salem. He hugged me and I thought, 'you aren't the blind one, for I am, because I ran after the evil people
who would drag me into hell-fire.'

From that day on I never missed a prayer at the mosque. My wife was
really happy.

I left all my bad friends and tasted the sweetness of eman. I went
to halaqas. I became closer to Allah and to my family. I thanked Allah
for thisgreat blessing.

One day my pious friends decided to go to a far away place to make
dawah. I hesitated about going, I made istikharah and asked my wife, to my surprise she encouraged me to go. She was so happy, for before I used to travel w/o asking her. I told Salem that I would be traveling, he hugged me with his tiny arms,bidding me farewell. I was away for 3 months and I would call my family and I missed them greatly, especially Salem. Whenever, I called I would ask for him but he was either at school or the mosque. Everytime I told my wife how much I missed him, she would laugh cheerfully. Except for the last call, she did not laugh but her voice had changed. I told her to say salam to Salem and she said "Insha Allah" and was quiet. I finally came back home and hoped Salem would open the door for me, but Khaled did. Then I saw my wife, her face had changed. I asked her "what's wrong?" she replied "nothing." Then I remembered Salem, and asked "where is he?" My wife lowered her head and did not answer. A tear dropped down her cheek. I screamed at her, "where's Salem, where is he?'"My son Khaled (4 yrs old), said "Daddy, Thalem went to Jannah, he is with Allah." My wife could not handle it and she broke down in tears and left the room. I found out later that Salem had got sick with a fever and went to hospital 2 weeks before I arrived. The fever worsened and his mother stayed by his side and until his soul departed his body.

:cry:

unknown_JJ

06-14-2008, 07:38 PM

The Duck & the Devil

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching!

Fatima had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Fatima, let's wash the dishes.' But Fatima said, 'Grandma, Ahmed told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.' Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?' So Ahmed did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Fatima to help make supper.'

Fatima just smiled and said, 'Well, that's all right because Ahmed told me he wanted to help.' She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Fatima went fishing and Ahmed stayed to help.

After several days of Ahmed doing both his chores and Fatima's, he finally couldn't stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Fatima make a slave of you.'

Thought for the day and every day thereafter?

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know that Allah was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.

He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

The great thing about Allah is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by Allah's grace and mercy that we are saved.

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06-17-2008, 09:34 AM

:salamext:

^ SubhaanAllaah!!!!!!

welcome_islam

07-22-2008, 10:05 PM

Originally Posted by Osman

:sl:

Subhan'Allah! :) That was beautiful! Your Aunt told you? :omg::-[ :lol:
Here is one:

The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory could not match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, ashamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of wasted time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.

The title bore "Time I Have Spent in Learning About Allah and His Tawheed". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. The cards in it were so few, so inadequate, that I could count them on just one hand! And the amount of time I had spent in learning about Allah, in understanding His Tawheed, in studying the correct Islamic Aqeedah - the time I had spent on all this was so tiny, so miniscule and irrelevant that I was embarrassed beyond words . . . It was then that the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the over-whelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

:w:

marshallah!

Riyadh-ul-Jannah

07-28-2008, 05:58 AM

:sl:
A story I would like to share called 'The Tongue'
Once a King told his servant to get the worst part of a sheep for his evening meal, the servant went out to get what the king had asked for. When the servant got back to the King's home the King asked what it was, and the servant answered 'The Tongue'.
The next day the King asked the same servant to get the worst part of a sheep for his evening meal. The servant went to get the worst part of a sheep.
When he returned, the king asked, "What is this?" The servant answered "The Tongue"
The King looked puzzled, "But I do not understand!" He said. "You have gotten the same as yesterday, how is the Tongue the best and worst part of a sheep?"
"The Tongue can be the worst part for it can speak lies, say bad things, however The Tongue can an also be the best for it can use kind and gentle words, cheer people up, help people, and all of mankind should make their Tongue the best part!" The servant explained, "Now do you understand?"
The End
:w:

coddles76

07-28-2008, 06:11 AM

I just LOVE this story. Brang a tear to my eye and always does everytime I read it.

Daddi Can you give me 10$ ?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure, what is it?" replied the man.

"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"

"That's none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy.

"If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour."

"Oh, " the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?"

The father was furious. "If the only reason you want to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish games."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money. After an hour or so , the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep son?" he asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man. "It's been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here's that $10.00 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

"Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20.00 now... Can I buy an hour of your time?"

Re.TiReD

08-01-2008, 03:55 PM

THE DONKEY

One day a farmer's donkey fell into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he thought the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he was silent.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit its back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
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As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
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Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from God.

faizan786

09-04-2008, 04:36 AM

Mash'Allah beautiful stories! To everyone who has contributed, Jazak'Allah. A bookmark for sure--I'll be sure to read through these more...

*mu'min*

09-19-2008, 04:20 AM

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to say it. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question.
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I ll carry you out every morning until we are old

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Soulja Girl

09-19-2008, 12:25 PM

:sl:

^That is such an emotional story... :cry:

:w:

cute123

09-20-2008, 07:01 AM

that was really cute. how these small small incidents matter. its like we have everything but just a layer of dust settled on it so much that we feel we do not have anything. its just the need to polish the relationships and keep them fresh and new. May Allah tallah give love and warmthness in this blessed month in all the relationships. Ameen

IbnAbdulHakim

10-24-2008, 12:34 PM

br mu'min, thats an amazing story. jazakAllah khair

INsearch

10-26-2008, 01:49 AM

Originally Posted by Abdullah

Read This Carefully.

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another. He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant, and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.

The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her! One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, "I ! now have four wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"

"No way!", replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!", replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!", replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.

Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was so skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"

In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.

Such an amazing story!!

Re.TiReD

10-29-2008, 11:38 AM

The Pot

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"

"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

cute123

10-29-2008, 11:57 AM

mashallah sis, that was so optimistic

Re.TiReD

10-29-2008, 12:03 PM

Originally Posted by Asma Shaikh

mashallah sis, that was so optimistic

BarakAllah feeki. Yup it sure was *big grin* :p

Civilsed

12-17-2008, 10:57 AM

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies.
The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah through intuition .
The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to people through intuition?'
After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you'll know it was Allah(SWT) Who has directed you.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'Allah...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen.
I will do my best to obey.'
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, 'Allah is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head.
'Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.'
This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.'
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.' The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.'
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
'What is it?'
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.'
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(SWT) to show me how to get some milk.'
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some.
Are you an Angel?'
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers.
NOW HERE'S THE TEST....
If you believe that Allah (SWT) answers prayers, send this to everyone you care about and also the person that sent it to you!!!!!!!!!
If you do not send nothing will happen to you, but if you send you might just be sending someone hope and belief that Allah (SWT) hears our prayers and give hope to those who have already lost faith considering the situation most people.
Sometimes it's the simplest things that Allah (SWT) asks us to do, that enable us to understand His words clearer and better than ever.
Please listen, and obey!
It will bless you and others

AabiruSabeel

12-17-2008, 02:40 PM

:sl:

A man returns home from his shop on a winter night and finds his wife and children sitting in the veranda. He asks them surprizingly, "why are you sitting in the veranda in this cold weather?" His wife replies, a long black snake has entered the room in the evening.

The man then enters the room with a big stick and searches everywhere for the snake, but couldn't find it. The wife says, I have seen the snake entering the room with my own eyes, and the children bear witness to it.
Upon hearing this, the man enters the room again and takes out everything from the room until the room is completely empty. Then he searches everything thoroughly and keeps it back in the room one by one, but still there is no sign of any snake.
He consoles his wife and children saying that the snake might have left the house from this drain and you might not have seen it go out. Hearing this, their fear is curtailed and they enter the room.

Now they have their dinner as usual and prepare to sleep. The man sits on his bed and starts checking his shop's account. Suddenly he sees his shirt which was hanging on the wall moving slightly even though the fan is off due to cold and doors and windows are tightly shut. He thinks that the snake is hiding behind the shirt. Terrified, the man takes a stick and touches his shirt. Then he shakes it vigorously with the stick, but there is no snake. He picks up the shirt and hangs it inside the cupboard and returns to his bed.
Now he feels he is not interested in the shop's account. So he switches the lights off and lies on his bed. He alone was awake in the house and everyone else had slept already. Suddenly the empty cup on the cupboard falls down on the floor. He again imagines the snake curled on top of the cupboard. He switches on the light while sitting on the bed itself. Then stands on his place and looks at the cupboard.
Once again he takes up courage and searches the room for the snake, but to no avail. Tired, he lies down again for sleeping without switching off the light this time.
To his astonishment, whenever he closes his eyes, he sees a long black snake in front of him. He opens his eyes out of fear. He spends his whole night turning from one side to other and could not sleep due to the fear of the snake...

His wife had informed him of a snake entering the room due to which he searched the room thrice but couldn't find any trace of a snake. His wife might have lied to him, and used to lie at him sometimes. But believing in her report, he scanned the room thrice and could not sleep due to fear. Any small sound would make his hairs stand on their ends.

But the most truthful of all, our Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam has seen with his own eyes and informed us of various stages in the Hereafter. Let alone Jannat, Jahannum, Sirat, the Day of Resurrection, the Punishment of the Grave, etc and let alone the Power of Allah, His hidden Treasure, and His hidden System (of governing everything), if we only take the report that every human has two angels (Kiraman Katibeen) on their shoulders who record each and every deed; how many of our nights were spent sleepless due to the fear of these Kiraaman Kaatibeen?
Just due to the report of his wife seeing a snake he spent his whole night in fear, how many nights have we spent in fear due to these angels informed by our Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam? Let alone spending sleepless nights, how many times did we ever think of these angels continously monitoring us and our hairs have stood on their ends?

This story is enough to measure the level of our Imaan in the sayings of our Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam and the upcoming stages in the Hereafter.

:w:

Patience7

12-26-2008, 01:58 AM

The Mosque That Cried??

A few years ago there was a mosque in the middle of a jungle.

it never used to be a jungle, but people soon left that place and trees grew more and more. until it is nothing more than a jungle.

but the mosque still stayed standing.

empty.

no one went there to pray.

One day a few people were walking through the jungle. they saw the mosque and thought no mosque should be standing for no reason.

they decided to go in and start praying there. a few people even decided to stay there for a few days.

It was their first night sleeping there and none of them could go to sleep. because they kept hearing a cry.

they were confused.
This happened every night.

so everyone got out of bed and started talking randomly anywhere saying. 'who is crying?'

They soon got a response after many days.and the response was from the mosque!

the mosque said ' for years no one has prayed here and you lot have come praying reading sleeping. I'm so happy and may allah bless you.'

The mosque was crying 9because it was so happy
Something Allah did.

One of his Miracles.

The mosque isn't the only unbelievable thing that cried... did you know that after you die, every single place You prayed on will cry because You died?

so if you prayed in your bedroom on the floor, the floor of your bedroom would cry when you die!

Amazing really what Allah can do.

Allahuakbar!!

Olive

01-04-2009, 01:56 PM

Subhan'Allah, amazing! :)

Beardo

05-28-2009, 10:39 PM

By Dan Ephron - NEWSWEEK
From the magazine issue dated Mar 30, 2009

Army specialist Terry Holdbrooks had been a guard at Guantanamo for about six months the night he had his life-altering conversation with detainee 590, a Moroccan also known as "the General." This was early 2004, about halfway through Holdbrooks's stint at Guantanamo with the 463rd Military Police Company. Until then, he'd spent most of his day shifts just doing his duty. He'd escort prisoners to interrogations or walk up and down the cellblock making sure they weren't passing notes. But the midnight shifts were slow. "The only thing you really had to do was mop the center floor," he says. So Holdbrooks began spending part of the night sitting cross-legged on the ground, talking to detainees through the metal mesh of their cell doors.

He developed a strong relationship with the General, whose real name is Ahmed Errachidi. Their late-night conversations led Holdbrooks to be more skeptical about the prison, he says, and made him think harder about his own life. Soon, Holdbrooks was ordering books on Arabic and Islam. During an evening talk with Errachidi in early 2004, the conversation turned to the shahada, the one-line statement of faith that marks the single requirement for converting to Islam ("There is no God but God and Muhammad is his prophet"). Holdbrooks pushed a pen and an index card through the mesh, and asked Errachidi to write out the shahada in English and transliterated Arabic. He then uttered the words aloud and, there on the floor of Guantanamo's Camp Delta, became a Muslim.

ilm.seeker

06-24-2009, 08:07 AM

Check my collection of [Inspirational Stories]

- IqRa -

06-26-2009, 03:53 PM

Originally Posted by Civilsed

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies..........

Originally Posted by AabiruSabeel

SubhanAllah these 2 are amazing

Sarahd

07-05-2009, 08:37 PM

A neighbor who Nasruddin didn't like very much came over to his compound one day. The neighbor asked Nasruddin if he could borrow his donkey. Nasruddin not wanting to lend his donkey to the neighbor he didn't like told him, "I would love to loan you my donkey but only yesterday my brother came from the next town to use it to carry his wheat to the mill to be grounded. The donkey sadly is not here." The neighbor was disappointed. But he thanked Nasruddin and began to walk away. Just as he got a few steps away, Mullah Nasruddin's donkey, which was in the back of his compound all the time, let out a big bray. The neighbor turned to Nasruddin and said, "Mullah Sahib, I thought you told me that your donkey was not here. Mullah Nasruddin turned to the neighbor and said, "My friend, who are you going to believe? Me or the donkey?

The wit and wisdom of Mullah Nasruddin never leaves him tongue-tied. One day an illiterate man came to Mullah Nasruddin with a letter he had received. "Mullah Nasruddin, please read this letter to me." Mullah Nasruddin looked at the letter, but could not make out a single word. So he told the man. "I am sorry, but I cannot read this." The man cried: "For shame, Mullah Nasruddin ! You must be ashamed before the turban you wear (i.e. the sign of education)" Mullah Nasruddin removed the turban from his own head and placed it on the head of the illiterate man, said: "There, now you wear the turban. If it gives some knowledge, read the letter yourself."

Nasruddin was cooking up some things. He went to his neighbor and asked for a pot and promised to return it the next day. A knock, knock came on the neighbor's door the next day. Nasruddin had come to return the pot. The neighbor looks at his pot and inside was one smaller. The neighbors said, "There is a small pot inside the one I loaned you." Nasruddin told him, "The pot gave birth." The neighbor was quite pleased to hear this and accepted the two pots. The very next morning, Nasruddin knocks on the neighbor's door to borrow a larger pot than the previous one. The neighbor happily abides his the request. A week goes past, without Nasruddin knocking to return the pot. The neighbor and Nasrudding bump into each other at the bazaar a few days latter. Nasruddin's neighbor asked, "Where is my pot?" "It's dead," says Nasruddin. "But how can that be?" queries the neighbor. Nasruddin points out, "If a pot can give birth, then a pot can also die."

Duhaa786M

07-10-2009, 02:43 PM

jAZAKALLAH I REALLY ENJOYED READING THESE!

Proud of Islam

08-01-2009, 11:51 PM

:sl:
The thread is really interesting & I'll participate by this story:

Umar bin Abdul Aziz was a president for the Islamic world in the eighth century; he was (Ameer Al Momeneen) the prince of the believers as it was called before..

One night, a messenger of him arrived from a remote Islamic country. So, Umar lighted a candle and discuss with him the cases of the Muslims there. Umar asked his messenger whether people are satisfied, whether there is misjudging, and whether there are requests or complaints from the citizens there..
When they finished discussing that, the messenger asked Umar about his family; his wife & his children. Then Umar immediately blown the candle and asked for another one to be lightened..
When the messenger asked him about this strange & quick action, Umar replied: “The first candle was from the money of the country & we were talking about the citizens’ issues for their behalf, but when you started talking about my family, I wanted a candle from my own money.”

How fair Umar was!
Sure this is because he was a true Muslim who knows that Allah will judge him & ask him about every single thing in his country..

What about our presidents, administrators & officials nowadays?

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Longing for the Paradise (Al-Jannah) where the endless happiness…

Sampharo

10-29-2009, 05:12 PM

A man was walking in lush foliage and beautiful laid out greenery in a safari park in Africa, enjoying a particularly clear day with perfect weather around.

As he is taking in the scenery, he hears the paw patter that could only be caused by one of the big wild cats Africa is known for, and upon looking,he sees a snarling lion roaring at him.

Adrenaline pumping, the man runs for his life, ever more hearing the roar and the running beast getting closer and closer. He sees an old well, and he cannot react faster as he leaps into it.

as he ducks inside, he catches a dangling rope that he grabs onto it for dear life, and waits there as he hears the lion stopping outside and roaring into the well. As he finally calms down a bit, he hears a hissing snake from below and sees the meanest snake he ever imagined.

So there he is on the rope between a lion and a snake, thinking of how to get out of this, only to find a couple of mice, one white, and one black, scurrying from the wall of the well onto his shoulders and begin eating away at the rope.

The man is aghast with horror and does everything from shaking the rope to shooing them and they just don't go anywhere. As he is swinging about he hits the wall next to him and his face contacts something sticky. A drop touching the side of his mouth tastes... sweet! Sweetest thing ever!

He takes a look and finds an overflow from a bee hive apparently outside and it is seeping through to the wall of the well. The man couldn't help himself and takes another lick and starts... going at it, forgetting all about the snake, the lion, and the two rats.

The two rats!! Before he knows it ....

the rope is eaten through and SNAPS!! He falls, and falls, and falls right into his bed as he wakes up from a nasty dream

Next day he decides to go to someone to interpret this vision.

He goes to a great Sheikh, and tells him the whole dream from beginning to end and asks that explain this strange dream he had

The sheikh laughed and asked him "You couldn't figure it out on your own?"

Then he says:

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As for the lion, it is the Angel of Death, will chase you down no matter what.

As for the well with the hissing snake, it was your grave full of your punishment for your transgressions.

As for the rope it is your lifetime, and the two black and white mice are the night and day that alternately take a piece out of it every day.

The man asks: "What about the honey?"

The sheikh told him:

"It is this entire World and what's in it, from its sweetness you forgot what you were really in and for a few licks of sweet enjoyment forgot about your hereafter and your reckoning!"

May God provide us all with the prayers and deeds that save us from torture in the grave.

Lost your car, job, or a big investment? Why does it matter? Do you see the poor man's grave any worse than the rich man's? If you are being tested and are drowning in trials and hardship, thank Allah, for he is cleansing you and giving you rewards that you can use in the afterlife when it really matters.

Ibn Omar said the Prophet -pbuh- took him by the shoulders and said: "Be in this life like you're a stranger, just travelling through" [Sahih Al-Bukhary]

Wassalamг Alaikom

Snowflake

10-29-2009, 07:43 PM

:sl: wow mashaAllah! JazakAllahu khayr for a very important reminder akhi.

imam bukhari

11-20-2009, 09:58 PM

Originally Posted by Tazkiyahtulnafs

500 Years of Worship

Angel Jibrail (as) told Rasulullah (peace be upon him) the follwing incident about a man in the past who worshipped Allah Ta'ala continuously for 500 years. He was granted a shelter on top of a mountain that was surrounded by salty water. However, Allah caused a stream of sweet water to flow through the mountain for that individual. The man would drink from this water and use it to make ablution. Allah Ta'ala also raised a pomegranate tree from which the man would eat one fruit every day.

One day, this person supplicated to Allah that, "Oh Allah, bring my death while I am in the state of prostration." Allah accepted this dua of his. Whenever Jibrail (as) came down to the Earth, he found this man prostrating to Allah. Jibrail (as) said that on the day of Judgement, Allah will tell the angels to take this individual to Paradise through His mercy. However, this man will insist that he should enter paradise through the good deeds that he had performed.

Then, Allah will tell the angels to compare his good deeds with the blessings that were given to him in the world. It will be seen that 500 years of his worship does not even equal to the gift of eye sight that was given to him by Allah. The angels will be asked to take him towards the hell fire. Then the man will plead, "Oh Allah! Enter me into Paradise only through Your mercy." At that point, the following discussion will take place between Allah and that man.

Allah: Oh my servant, who created you?

The worshipper: Oh Allah, You have created me.

Allah: Were you created because of the good deeds you have done or because of My mercy?

The worshipper: Because of Your mercy.

Allah: Who granted you the ability to worship for 500 years?

The worshipper: Oh the Almighty! You have granted me that ability.

Allah: Who placed you on the mountain surrounded by the ocean? Who caused a stream of sweet water to flow in between the salty water? Who caused a pomegranate tree to grow for you? Who granted you death while in the state of prostration?

The worshipper: Oh the Sustainer of the Worlds! You have done all of these.

Then Allah will say, "All these have happened due to My mercy and you too will enter Paradise only through My Mercy."

Source: Obtained from the book "Tambihul Ghafileen" by Shaikh Abul Laith Samarkandi.

We can never thank Allah for the blessings that He has given us. Let us use these blessings to recognize Allah before our death.

is this authentic?

i remember someone saying it wasnt...

cant remember now...

Sawdah

02-06-2010, 03:51 AM

The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

“Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?”

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face.

“A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday,Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?”

“Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.”

“Then give me your pearls.”

“Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my very favorite.”

“That’s okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?”

“Daddy, you know I love you.”

“Then give me your pearls.”

“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”

“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.”

And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style.

As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”

Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, “Here, daddy; this is for you.”

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.

He had them all the time… He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.

So it is, with God. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.

Are you holding onto things that God wants you to let go of?

Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but do believe this one thing.

God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place.
http://www.haqislam.org/the-necklace/

Misz_Muslimah

02-06-2010, 04:49 PM

^ Mashallah, beautiful story..Jazaakalahu khayran for sharing sis :)

Originally Posted by Rashad

Subhanallah!!
Jazaakalahu khayran for sharing..

'Aleena

08-31-2010, 07:10 AM

My Prophet(SAWS)

A Jew lost his invaluable ring and accidentally a poor Muslim man found it.
When this Muslim came to know that it belonged to the Jew he went to return
it to him. The Jew smiled and asked him: "Do you know its value?"
The muslim replied: "Yes"
"You found this and you are also poor and needy!" said the Jew.
"Yes you are right." The muslim replied.
The jew asked "Did it not come to your mind that by selling this ring you can
live a comfortable life as you had an excuse that it belonged to a jew?"
The Muslim asked him, "why should I have thought that way?"
The Jew continued to ask,"Why did you return this ring to me when I was not
knowing that you had found it?"
The poor Muslim replied:
"We believe in the Day of Judgement. I told myself that if I do not give this
ring to the owner, then during the accounting of the deeds of the people on the
Day of Judgement my Prophet Muhammed(SAWS) and your Prophet Moosa(AS) would be sitting
together and you will be complaining about this to your Prophet Moosa(AS)
and then your Prophat Moosa(AS) would complain to my Prophet(SAWS) that a person
from your Ummah has done such an act. And at that movement my Prophet Muhammed(SAWS)
would not be able to answer. I have returned this ring so thet on the Day of Judgement,
My Prophet Muhammed(SAWS) is not put in an awkward situation."

THINK LIKE MUSLiM, ACT LIKE A MUSLIM AND LOVE ALLAH(SWT) AND PROPHET MUHAMMED(SAWS)
LIKE A TRUE MUSLIM.

ardianto

08-31-2010, 03:23 PM

Let me bump this thread to makes it appear in General Section.

Edit : Oops, this is sticky thread. That's why I didn't found it in 'non-sticky' thread list.

'Aleena

09-06-2010, 03:31 PM

Source: The Islamic Message

GOD EXIST

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things on various subjects.

Suddenly, they touched the subject of God. The barber said: "Look man, I don't believe that God exists as you say so."

"Why do you say that?" Asked the client

Well, it's so easy; you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. "I can't think of a God who permits all of these things." The client stopped for a moment thinking but he didn't want to respond so as to prevent an argument.

The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy). Then the client again entered the barbershop and he said to the barber: know what? Barbers do not exist.

"How come they don't exist?" asked the barber. "Well I am here and I am a barber."

"No!" - The client exclaimed. "They don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street."

"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" - Affirmed the client. "That's the point. God does exist, what happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him that's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

abdussattar

09-08-2010, 09:58 AM

Hadhrat Abdullah bin Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him) says:

"After the passing away of the Prophet (peace be upon him), I said to an Ansari friend of mine: The Prophet is not now with us. But a large number of Sahabah are still among us. Let us go to them and get knowledge of the Islamic practices. He said: ' Who is going to approach you for learning a regulation in the presence of these eminent Sahabah?' I was not discouraged. I kept up my quest for knowledge and approached every person who was supposed to have heard something from the Prophet. I managed to gather substantial information from the Ansar. If on my visit to someone of the Sahabah, I found him asleep, I spread my shawl at the gate and sat waiting. Sometimes my face and body would get covered with dust, but I kept sitting till they woke and I was able to contact them. Some of them said: 'Abdullah you are the cousin of the Prophet; you could have sent for us. Why did you take the trouble of coming to our places?' I said to them: 'I must come to you, for I am a student and you are my teachers.' Some people for whom I had waited said: 'Since when have you been waiting for us?' I informed them that I had been sitting there for a pretty long time. They said: 'What a pity! You could have awakened us from our sleep.' I said: 'I did not like to disturb you for my own sake.' I thus carried on my pursuits, till there came a time when people began to flock to me for learning. My Ansari friend realized this at that time and remarked: 'This boy has surely proved himself more sensible than us.'"

Source: From the book "Stories of the Sahabah" by Shaikh Muhammad Zakariyya Kaandhlawi.

Besides our quest for knowledge to earn a livelihood in this world, we must as well gain sufficient knowledge of Islam. No matter what age group we belong to at this moment, we should atleast have that much Islamic knowledge with which we can turn our 24 hours life into worship. Those with knowledge and practice will be exalted in this world and in the hereafter.

abdussattar

09-13-2010, 01:37 PM

The Emperor and the Seed

An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you."

The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!"

One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by-still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.

Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful-in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey nice try."

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!" All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!"

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!" Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"

The Prophet taught, "Truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise. And a man keeps on telling the truth until he becomes a truthful person. Falsehood leads to Al-Fajur (i.e. wickedness, evil-doing), and Al-Fajur (wickedness) leads to the (Hell) Fire, and a man may keep on telling lies till he is written before Allah, a liar." [Sahih al-Bukhari, Vol. 8:116]

Flower1111

11-11-2010, 08:46 PM

This is a story from a man i found on a particular page..it was beautyful to read

Story: Two years ago before the offensive Israel did on Gaza, I took a trip to Jerusalem. I wanted to visit Masjid al Aqsa and The Dome of the Rock so I went to Jerusalem.
I was staying in a hotel in Jerusalem. This hotel had a view of the Dome of the Rock. It’s a really old hotel. The building was made of like stone.
It was like 5:oo in the morning and Fajr was at 5:40 in the morning that day. I was so shocked by what I was hearing. I was hearing the most beautiful adhan I had ever heard. It sounded like an angel was doing the adhan. Then when I look down the window I see a whole bunch of tall guys walking down the street towards Masjid al Aqsa. Then I realized that the Adhan was coming from Masjid al Aqsa and the guys in white were angels. They all had white turbans and where wearing long white thobes.
Then I was just looking at the angels walk to the masjid. I listened to their whole salah. It was the most beautiful qira’a I had ever heard. I was literally sitting at the window listening to their amazing qira’a. I sometimes wish I could go back to that window and just listen to that qira’a again.
What seemed strange was that no one else seemed to notice that their was an angels salah going on.

tango92

11-11-2010, 09:08 PM

Originally Posted by Soraya1992

SubhanAllah.

Ummu Sufyaan

12-09-2010, 12:59 PM

:sl:
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.

"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'Let me alone', but he only smiled, 'Not yet.'

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head, 'Not yet.'

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better', I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and I couldn't believe it was me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'

'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you would have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you'.

Moral?
This is a great story that we could all benefit from. It is a simple reminder of how "Allah" is the potter of our life and we are the clay. Allah is the shaper of each of our lives and when struggles seem overwhelming, we need to remind ourselves that these struggles serve a purpose in making us stronger and wiser.

'Aleena

02-06-2011, 07:42 AM

It is related that a noted Muslim scholar Abdullah bin Mubarak, had a dream while he was sleeping near the Holy Kaaba in Makkah.

Abdullah bin Mubarak saw two angels' descend from the sky, and start talking to each other.

One of the angels asked the other: "Do you know how many people have come for Hajj this year?"

The other angel replied: "Six hundred thousand have come for Hajj."

Abdullah bin Mubarak had also gone for Hajj that year.

The first angel asked: "How many people's Hajj has been accepted?"

The second angel replied: "I wonder if anyone's Hajj has been accepted at all."

Abdullah bin Mubarak was grieved to hear that. He thought, "So many people have come from all over the world, crossing so many obstacles like rivers, jungles, desert and mountains, suffered so many hardships, and meeting so many expenses. Would their effort be wasted? Allah (SWT) does not let anyone's effort go to waste."

Abdullah bin Mubarak had thought only so far when he heard the other angel speak: "There is a cobbler in Damascus. His name is Ali bin al-Mufiq. He could not come for Hajj, but Allah (SWT) has accepted his intention of Hajj. Not only will he get the reward for Hajj, but because of him, all the Hajjis will be rewarded."

When Abdullah bin Mubarak woke up, he decided he would go to Damascus and meet that cobbler whose Hajj intentions carried such a lot of weight.

On reaching Damascus, Abdullah bin Mubarak inquired if anyone knew a cobbler named Ali bin al-Mufiq. The town people directed him to a house. When a man appeared from the house Abdullah bin Mubarak greeted him and asked his name. The man replied "Ali bin al-Mufiq."

Abdullah bin Mubarak asked: "What do you do for a living?"

Ali bin al-Mufiq replied: "I am a cobbler." Then Ali bin al-Mufiq asked the stranger's name that had come looking for him.

Abdullah bin Mubarak was a very well-known scholar of Islam, when Abdullah bin Mubarak introduced him self, the cobbler was anxious to find out why such a well known scholar was seeking him out.

When Abdullah bin Mubarak asked Ali bin al-Mufiq to tell him if he had made any plans to go for Hajj. Ali bin al-Mufiq replied, "For thirty years I have lived in the hope of performing the Hajj. This year I had saved enough to go for Hajj, but Allah (SWT) did not will it, so I couldn't make my intention translate into action."

Abdullah bin Mubarak was eager to find out how could this man's Hajj be accepted and blessed for all the people who went for Hajj that year when he didn't go for Hajj in the first place. While talking to the cobbler he could feel certain purity in his heart. Islam regards greatness not in wealth or in power, but in civility, in good manners and the goodness of heart.

Abdullah bin Mubarak further asked: "why could you not go on Hajj?" In order not to disclose the reason, Ali bin al-Mufiq again replied "it was Allah's (SWT) will."

When Abdullah bin Mubarak persisted, Ali bin al-Mufiq revealed: "Once I went to see my neighbour's house. His family was just sitting down for dinner. Although I was not hungry I thought my neighbour would invite me to sit down for dinner out of courtesy but I could see that my neighbour was grieved about something and wanted to avoid inviting me for dinner."

After some hesitation the neighbour told me: "I am sorry I cannot invite you for food. We were without food for three days and I could not bear to see the pain of hunger of my children. I went out looking for food today and found a dead donkey. In my desperation I cut out some meat from the dead animal, and brought it home so that my wife could cook this meat. It is Halal (lawful or permitted) for us because of our extreme condition of hunger, but I cannot offer it to you."

Ali bin al-Mufiq continued: "On hearing this, my heart bled with tears. I got up and went home, collected the three thousand dinars I had saved for Hajj, and gave my neighbour the money. I too had to go hungry but that was to save money for Hajj, but I thought helping my neighbour during his difficult times was more important. Although I still desire to go for Hajj if Allah (SWT) wills."

Abdullah bin Mubarak was greatly inspired by the cobbler's story and told the cobbler of his dream.

Allah (SWT) is merciful and shows mercy to those who do likewise to his creatures. This act of compassion on the part of the cobbler was so pleasing to Allah (SWT) that it not only earned him the reward of Hajj but was extended to all the people who came for Hajj.

Innocent Soul

02-19-2011, 09:40 AM

Sand And Stone - A Beautiful Story On Forgiveness

A story tells that two friends were walking through

the desert. During some point of the journey, they

had an argument, and one friend slapped the other

one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt,

but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand:

Today my best friend slapped me in the face.

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis,

where they decided to take a bath. The one who had

been slapped got stuck in the mire and started

drowning, but his friend saved him. After he

recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:

Today my best friend saved my life.

The friend, who had slapped and saved his best

friend, asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in

the sand, and now, you write on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us,

we should write it down in sand, where the winds of

forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone

does something good for us, we must engrave it in

stone where no wind can ever erase it."

Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve

your blessings in stone.

Reflections

02-22-2011, 09:54 PM

Masha'Allah such a nice and meaningful story, Jazakallahukheir for sharing

AmineH

04-10-2011, 10:36 AM

salaam
That was nice .

AslamP

04-18-2011, 06:10 PM

Thanks! Brought tears to my eyes!

AslamP

04-18-2011, 06:25 PM

Thank you for creating this post, all the stories are very rewarding. I don't have a story to tell, but I've been following a blog, reading very inspirational true stories of a woman. I don't have permission to list those stories here so I'll just list the blog, you guys might appreciate it as much as I do. The storyline of the woman hasn't finished so I can't conclude, I'm waiting to see the ending. blog is truth is your power. Thank you all for taking time out to write the stories, keep it up! I love reading them.

Haya emaan

05-14-2011, 03:21 PM

A man saw a poor boy looking at his expensive car,
he took the boy for a drive,
the boy said your car is so marvelous and it must be too expensive!
how much it costs?

man: i don't know, my brother has gifted me.

boy: wow! so nice of him

man: i know what you are thinking, you also want to have a car like it.

boy: no i want to be a brother like him.

moral: always think higher than the people's expectations

Innocent Soul

05-15-2011, 04:43 AM

Woman and the Hunchback

A woman baked bread for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra bread on the window sill, for whosoever would take it away. Every day, a hunchback came and took away the bread. Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way: “The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!” This went on, day after day. Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the bread and uttered the words: “The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!” The woman felt irritated. “Not a word of gratitude,” she said to herself.

“Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?” One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. “I shall get rid of this hunchback,” she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the bread she prepared for him! As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled. “What is this I am doing?” she said. Immediately, she threw the bread into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window sill.

As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the bread and muttered the words: “The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!” The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.

Every day, as the woman placed the bread on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune. For many months, she had no news of him. She prayed for his safe return. That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway. He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak.

As he saw his mother, he said, “Mom, it’s a miracle I’m here. While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by. I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole bread. As he gave it to me, he said, “This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!” ” As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.

She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned bread that she had made that morning. Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then that she realized the significance of the words: ”The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!”

Moral:
Do good and Don’t ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated at that time. Because some day or the other, if not in this world but surely in the Hereafter you are going to get compensated for your actions in this world.

Innocent Soul

05-22-2011, 12:56 PM

Believe in Yourself
A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park thinking if anything could save his Company from bankruptcy. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. “I can see that something is troubling you”, he said. After listening to the executive’s woes, the old man said, “I believe I can help you”. He asked the man his name, wrote out a cheque, and pushed it into his hand saying, “Take this money.

Meet me here exactly one year from today, and you can pay me back at that time”. Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. The business executive saw in his hand a cheque for $500,000, signed by John D.Rockefeller, one of the richest men in the world. “I can erase my money worries in an instant”, he thought.

Nevertheless, the executive decided to put the cheque in his safe first. He thought, just knowing it was there, would give him the strength to work out a way to save his business. With renewed optimism, he negotiated better deals and got extended terms of payment from c lose some big sales. Within a few months, he was out of debt and making money once again.

Exactly a year later, he returned to the park with that uncashed cheque. The old man did not appear for some time yet the business executive decided to wait for a while more. A while later the old man came along but seemed unmindful of the business executive. He stopped the old man and was about to hand over the cheque with a few words of thanks as well as share his success story. At the same time, he saw a nurse come running up and grabbing the old man. “I’m so glad I caught him”, she cried. “I hope he hasn’t been bothering you. He’s always escaping from the rest home and telling he is Rockefeller.” And she led the old man away by the arm.

The astonished executive just stood there, stunned. All year long he’d been wheeling and dealing, buying and selling, convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. Suddenly, he realized that it wasn’t the money, real or imagined, that had turned his life around. It was his new found self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. He understood that confidence is nothing but the distant vision held positively no matter what comes in between. It comes from one’s own commitment and dedication and is entirely internal.

Innocent Soul

06-09-2011, 09:49 AM

The Maths Teacher

One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students who joined the Army was killed in action and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended
Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless.

As she stood there, one of the pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Sanjay’s math teacher?” he asked.
She nodded: “yes.”
Then he said: “Sanjay talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Sanjay’s former classmates were there. Sanjay’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
“We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay’s classmates had said about him.
“Thank you so much for doing that,” Sanjay’s mother said. “As you can see, Sanjay treasured it.”

All of Sanjay’s former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”
Prithwiraj’s wife said, ” Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album.”
“I have mine too,” Rashmi said. “It’s in my diary”
Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists” .

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Innocent Soul

06-25-2011, 03:29 PM

The Power of Positive Attitude

Ahmed is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Ahmed was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Ahmed and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?”
Ahmed replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, ‘Ahmed, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood.
“Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
“Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”
“Yeah, right, it isn’t that easy,” I protested.
“Yes, it is,” Ahmed said. Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. “The bottom line is: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Ahmed said. Soon thereafter, I left the tower industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Ahmed was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Ahmed was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw Ahmed about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Wanna see my scars?”
I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was the well being of my soon-to-be- born daughter,” Ahmed replied.
“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked.
Ahmed continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the Emergency and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘He’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.”

“What did you do?” I asked. “Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Ahmed. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity.’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I want to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead’.”
Ahmed lived, and passed through the difficult phase because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, makes a big difference in Life.

Bintulislam

07-13-2011, 05:33 PM

Originally Posted by Safiya 1

Did you write them yourself?They're wonderful.Thankyou for sharing them. :)

peace_maker

07-13-2011, 09:55 PM

LOOK AT THE OTHER SIDE

A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.
He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map… When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh… Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper… I made the face perfect to get the map right.” she ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.
Moral:
Friends, There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. This story indirectly teaches a lesson. That is, whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem

Innocent Soul

07-15-2011, 11:29 AM

Originally Posted by Bintulislam

Did you write them yourself?They're wonderful.Thankyou for sharing them.

No, sis it's from this site http://www.funnyfunnyjokes.org/.

Innocent Soul

08-08-2011, 10:02 AM

Who you are DOES make a difference.

A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high school by telling them the difference they each made.

She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told each of them how they had made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters which read, "Who I Am Makes a Difference."

Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community. She gave each of the students three more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom and report back to the class in about a week.

Overjoyed with Recognition
One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said, "We're doing a class project on recognition, and we'd like you to go out, find somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a third person to keep this acknowledgment ceremony going. Then please report back to me and tell me what happened."

Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had been noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon and would he give him permission to put it on him. His surprised boss said, "Well, sure." The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss's jacket above his heart. As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would you do me a favor? Would you take this extra ribbon and pass it on by honoring somebody else? The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects people."

I just want you to know
That night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son and sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and told me he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius. Then he put this blue ribbon that says 'Who I Am Makes A Difference'" on my jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to honor. As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honor you.

My days are really hectic and when I come home I don't pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You're a great kid and I love you!"

Contemplating Suicide
The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying. His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said through his tears, "I have been contemplating suicide, Dad, because I didn't think you loved me. Now I know you care."

The boss went back to work a changed man. He was no longer a grouch but made sure to let all his employees know that they made a difference. The junior executive helped several other young people with career planning and never forgot to let them know that they made a difference in his life. The young boy and his classmates learned a valuable lesson.

Every comes in your life for the reason and leaves you when his work is completed. Even you are one of those person you come in others life to teach them something :).

shible

08-08-2011, 10:35 AM

Relationship…

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.
The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.
That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story:
If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully .

shible

08-08-2011, 10:52 AM

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just aganot trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try in.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an . You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out when you read time by time . That is the work of Allah in our lives...."
If you feel this email is worth reading, please forward to your contacts/friends. Prophet Muhammad (pbuh & his family) says: *"The one who guides to good will be rewarded equall"

Innocent Soul

08-13-2011, 10:34 AM

Each Day Is A Gift
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait." "That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged, it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away, just for this time in my life."

She went on to explain, "Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing."

And with a smile, she said, "Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less."

Innocent Soul

08-18-2011, 09:59 AM

Taking Risk

Two seeds lay side by side in the fertile soil.

The first seed said, "I want to grow! I want to send my roots deep into the soil beneath me, and thrust my sprouts through the earth's crust above me ... I want to unfurl my tender buds like banners to announce the arrival of spring ... I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the blessing of the morning dew on my petals!"

And so she grew...

The second seed said, "I am afraid. If I send my roots into the ground below, I don't know what I will encounter in the dark. If I push my way through the hard soil above me I may damage my delicate sprouts ... what if I let my buds open and a snail tries to eat them? And if I were to open my blossoms, a small child may pull me from the ground. No, it is much better for me to wait until it is safe."
And so she waited...

A yard hen scratching around in the early spring ground for food found the waiting seed and promptly ate it.

Moral of the Story...Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life.

Innocent Soul

09-07-2011, 02:15 PM

Two Wolves in The Heart

A Grandfather from the Cherokee Nation was talking with his grandson.

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.

"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves."

"One wolf is evil and ugly: He is anger, envy, war, greed, self-pity, sorrow, regret, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, selfishness and arrogance."

"The other wolf is beautiful and good: He is friendly, joyful, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, justice, fairness, empathy, generosity, true, compassion, gratitude, and deep VISION."

"This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other human as well."

The grandson paused in deep reflection because of what his grandfather had just said. Then he finally cried out; "Oyee! Grandfather, which wolf will win?"

The elder Cherokee replied, "The one that you feed."

Innocent Soul

09-11-2011, 07:02 PM

Protecting your Taqwa

A young man came to a shaykh and said, “I am a young man with strong desires. I cannot help looking at people when I am in the market. What do I do?” The shaykh handed him a cup of milk that was full to the brim, and told him to deliver it to an address that would take the young man directly through the market. He then instructed the young man that the milk should not spill, and the man said that it would not.

The shaykh then summoned one of his students and told him to accompany the man through the market to the destination, and to severely beat him if any milk were to spill. This man successfully took the milk to the destination and returned to give the good news to the shaykh.

The shaykh asked, “Tell me, how many sights and faces did you see in the bazaar?” The man replied incredulously, “Hadrat, I didn’t even realize what was going on around me. I was only fearful of the beating and disgrace that I would have to endure in public if a drop of milk were to spill.” The shaykh smiled and said, “It is the same with a believer.

The believer fears that Allah may disgrace him in front of the entire creation on the Day of Judgment if his faith were to spill over from his heart.” Such people save themselves from sin because they constantly remain focused on the Day of Judgment !!

THINK AND REFLECT

Innocent Soul

09-14-2011, 12:03 PM

The Bowl that never filled

A King was going to his palace after his routine rounds in the city when he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, “What do you want?”

The beggar laughed and said, “You are asking me as though you can fulfill my desire!”

The king was offended. He said, “Of course I can fulfill your desire. What is it? Just tell me.”

And the beggar said, “Think twice before you promise anything.”

“I will fulfill anything you ask. I am a very powerful emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?”

The beggar said, “It is a very simple desire. You see this begging bowl? Can you fill it with something?”

The emperor said, “Of course!” He called one of his viziers and told him, “Fill this mans begging bowl with money.” The vizier went and got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would disappear. And the begging bowl remained always empty.

The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumor went throughout the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, “If the whole kingdom is lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar.”

Diamonds and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming empty.The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that was put into it — everything! — immediately disappeared, went out of existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing there in utter silence. The king dropped at the feet of the beggar and admitted his defeat. he said, “Just tell me one thing. You are victorious – but before you leave, just fulfill my curiosity. What is the beging bowl made of?”

The beggar laughed and said, “There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire.”

Moral: Man’s desire for Money will never finish. If he has a million dollars he will wish for two. So the right way is to be content with whatever you have.

Innocent Soul

09-18-2011, 04:24 PM

A beautiful Story
A man just got married and was returning home with his wife. They were crossing a lake in a boat, when suddenly a great storm arose.

The man was a warrior, but the woman became very much afraid because it seemed almost hopeless: The boat was small and the storm was really huge, and any moment they were going to be drowned. But the man sat silently, calm and quiet, as if nothing was happening...

The woman was trembling and she said, "Are you not afraid?". This may be our last moment of life! It doesn't seem that we will be able to reach the other shore . Only some miracle can save us; otherwise death is certain.

Are you not afraid? Are you mad or something? Are you stone or something?

The man laughed and took the sword out of its sheath.

The woman was even more puzzled:

What he was doing?

Then he brought the naked sword close to the woman's neck, so close that just a small gap was there, it was almost touching her neck.

He said,"Are you afraid?"

She started to laugh and said,"Why should I be afraid? If the sword is in your hands, why I should be afraid?

I know you love me.

"He put the sword back and said, This is my answer".

I know Allah loves me, and the storm is in His hands .

So whatsoever is going to happen is for good.

If we survive, good; if we don't survive good, because everything is in His hands and He cannot do anything wrong. Allah is AL Wadud.

Innocent Soul

09-26-2011, 11:48 AM

There was once a man who was a champion wrestler. He had mastered 360 holds and tricks, and used a different one every day of the year. It so happened that he was fond of one of his students, and taught him all his tricks, except one. He kept on postponing the day when he would teach him the last trick.

The boy grew in strength and skill, and no one among his contemporaries was able to challenge him. One day, he boasted in front of the king: "My teacher is unchallenged only because he is older than me and because I respect him as my teacher. Otherwise my strength is not less than his and my skill is quite equal to his."

The King did not appreciate this boasting and ordered a match to take place. They cleared the broad wrestling ground and gathered ministers, courtiers and sportsmen to watch.

The boy charged out into the ring like a mad elephant. His master knew that his pupil was not stronger than him, so he used the 360th hold the he had never taught him. The boy did not know how to counter it. He was helpless. His master raised him with both hands above his head and smashed him to the ground. The crowd cheered wildly.

The King congratulated the champion and ordered a robe of honor to be given to him. He reproached the boy, saying: "You were ill-bred enough to dare to challenge your teacher and how you see how hollow your boast was!"

The boy answered: "O lord of the word! He did not overpower me with his strength but rather because of one trick which he never accepted to teach me. Today this one trick gave him the victory."

The King retorted: "It was just for such a day that he had kept his trick! Have you not heard what the wise say? "Never give a friend such power over you that if one day he tries to be your enemy, he can defeat you."

The teacher betrayed by his pupil said: "There is no such thing as loyalty in this world, or at least no one today knows the meaning of loyalty. Whoever learned a trick from me, finally tried to do me down."

^o) Am I the only one member who post here :?

'Aleena

10-05-2011, 06:04 AM

Originally Posted by Innocent Soul

Am I the only one member who post here

Sort of. But I love to read all your stories, so keep posting.

alhamdulilaah

10-05-2011, 06:30 AM

Originally Posted by Innocent Soul

Effective story.

alhamdulilaah

10-05-2011, 07:26 AM

Originally Posted by Innocent Soul

^o) Am I the only one member who post here :?

Looks like, but nice collection of stories with effective morals. Its alright if u post and we r story readers.

Innocent Soul

10-05-2011, 11:42 AM

What is our Worth

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?”

Hands started going up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?”

Still the hands were up in the air.

“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. “Now who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.

You are special – Don’t ever forget it!

Innocent Soul

10-08-2011, 02:52 PM

You & Life

Once an Emperor called upon all of his wise men and asked them, ” Is there any magical saying which works in every situation, in every circumstances, in every place and in every time. In every joy, every sorrow, every defeat and every victory? One answer for all questions? Something which can help me when none of you is available to advise me? “

All the Emperor’s advisers were baffled by the question. They all agreed on one solution on the suggestion of a learned scholar.Who gave them a note to be given to the Emperor.

And the note was to be opened whenever the the Emperor was in trouble.

Just a few days after, he was attacked by the neighboring country. The Emperor and his army fought bravely but were still losing the battle & the Emperor was trying to run away on his mount. The enemies were following him getting closer and closer. Suddenly the Emperor found himself standing at the end of the road – that road was not going anywhere. Underneath there was a rocky valley thousand feet deep. If he jumped into it, he would be finished…and he could not return because it was a small road…the sound of enemy’s horses was approaching fast. The Emperor became restless. There seemed to be no way.

Then he remembered the note given to him by his loyal advisers and he opened it. It read “THIS TOO SHALL PASS”

The Emperor read it , again & again. Suddenly something struck him- Yes ! This too will pass. Only a few days ago, I was enjoying my rule. I was the mightiest of all the Emperors. Yet today, the Empire and all its pleasures have gone. I am here trying to escape from enemies. Like those days of luxuries have gone, this day of danger too will pass. A calm came on his face. He kept standing there. The place where he was standing was full of natural beauty.

The revelation of the message had a great effect on him. He relaxed and forgot about those following him. After a few minutes he realized that the noise of the horses and the enemy coming was receding. They moved into some other part of the mountains and were nowhere near him.

The Emperor was very brave. He reorganized his army and fought again. He defeated the enemy and regained his empire. When he returned to his empire after victory, he was received with much fanfare. The whole capital was rejoicing in the victory.

Everyone was in a festive mood. Flowers were being showered on Emperor from every house, from every corner. For a moment the Emperor said to himself,” I am one of the bravest and greatest Emperors. It is not easy to defeat me. With all the reception and celebration he saw an ego emerging in him.

At that moment something clicked his mind & he opened the note and read it again: “THIS TOO SHALL PASS”.

He became silent. His face went through a total change – from the egoist he moved to a state of utter humbleness. If this too is going to pass, it is not yours. The defeat was not yours, the victory is not yours. You are just a watcher. Everything passes by. We are witnesses of all this. Life comes and goes. Happiness comes and goes. Sorrow comes and goes.

Now as you have read this story, just sit silently and evaluate your own life. This too will pass. Think of the moments of joy and victory in your life. Think of the moment of Sorrow and defeat. Are they permanent ? They all come and pass away.

Moral: This life is so temporary, all its enjoyments & sorrows will finish one day. The only thing which will remain is our deeds and how we acted during the times of prosperity and adversity.

Innocent Soul

10-23-2011, 02:29 AM

Happiness that never came

Tamer was a hardworking man who worked at a small company to support his wife and four children. He always worked overtime to improve his skills and eventually to get a job with higher salary.Except for Fridays, Tamer hardly ate a meal together with his family.

His family always complained that he doesn’t give them time, but Tamer always justified that he did it all for them. But he still wanted to spend more time with his family.

One fine day, Tamer got an interview call from a big company & he fared well due to his hard work & the experience gained working overtime. Soon after, he was offered a good job as a Team Leader with a better salary. Life had become amazing, Tamer could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, dining in restaurants and vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see Tamer for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he joined evening classes after work.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Tamer’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Then he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their four bedroom flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a big apartment near the beach. On the first Friday evening at their new home, Tamer declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.

Tamer died of a massive heart attack the same night!

Moral: The craving for money will never finish. Being content with whatever you have will bring you peace and happiness in your life.

Innocent Soul

10-23-2011, 02:32 AM

A small story

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her.

The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.

The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully.

But, the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him, the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral:If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent…
This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc.,
Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully.

Innocent Soul

10-23-2011, 01:47 PM

Never Miss The Opportunity

Once there was a very Learned Scholar, who had a young son who was equally smart. But there was a particular action which the people thought was not befitting his stature. So they approached the Scholar and told him about him “You may be a great Scholar, who advise the people on so many matters but your son does not know what is the value of gold.”

The Scholar called his son and asked, “What is more valuable – gold or silver?” “Gold,” said the son. “That is correct. Why is it then that the village Miser makes fun of you, claims you do not know the value of gold or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me before other village elders as a father who neglects his son. This hurts me. I feel everyone in the village is laughing behind my back because you do not know what is more valuable, gold or silver. Explain this to me, son.”

So the son of the Learned Scholar told his father the reason why the Miser carried this impression. “Every day on my way to school, the Miser calls me to his house. There, in front of all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me. And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell you I do not know the value of gold or silver.”

The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver, and yet when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin always picked the silver coin. “Why don’t you pick up the gold coin?” he asked. In response, the son took the father to his room and showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins. Turning to his father, the Scholar’s son said, “The day I pick up the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will stop making money.”

Moral: Sometimes in life, we have to think and play out of the box. Apparently it looks as if we are losing in the game of life. It just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game, while we win in another. We have to choose which arena matters to us and which does not.

sis muslimah

10-23-2011, 10:36 PM

Allah’s statement; (Allah will grant after hardship, ease.)
This is a sure promise from Him, and indeed, Allah’s promises are true and He never breaks them, This is an Allah’s saying; (Verily, along with every hardship is relief. Verily, along with every hardship is relief.) [94:5-6]
There is a relevant Hadith that we should mention here. Imam Ahmad recorded that Abu Hurayrah said, “A man and his wife from an earlier generation were poor. Once when the man came back from a journey, he went to his wife saying to her, while feeling hunger and fatigued, `Do you have anything to eat’ She said, `Yes, receive the good news of Allah’s provisions.’ He again said to her, `If you have anything to eat, bring it to me.’ She said, `Wait a little longer.’ She was awaiting Allah’s mercy. When the matter was prolonged, he said to her, `Get up and bring me whatever you have to eat, because I am real hungry and fatigued.’ She said, `I will. Soon I will open the oven’s cover, so do not be hasty.’ When he was busy and refrained from insisting for a while, she said to herself, `I should look in my oven.’ So she got up and looked in her oven and found it full of the meat of a lamb, and her mortar and pestle was full of seed grains; it was crushing the seeds on its own. So, she took out what was in the mortar and pestle, after shaking it to remove everything from inside, and also took the meat out that she found in the oven.” Abu Hurayrah added, “By He in Whose Hand is the life of Abu Al-Qasim (Prophet Muhammad )! This is the same statement that Muhammad said, (Had she taken out what was in her mortar and not emptied it fully by shaking it, it would have continued crushing the seeds until the Day of Resurrection.)”

Innocent Soul

10-25-2011, 12:15 PM

Counting apples

A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Laiq asked him, “If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?”Within a few seconds Laiq replied confidently, “Four!”

The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three). She was disappointed. “Maybe the child did not listen properly,” she thought. She repeated, “Laiq, listen carefully. If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?”

Laiq had seen the disappointment on his teacher’s face. He calculated again on his fingers. But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy. His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy. This time hesitatingly he replied, “Four…”

The disappointment stayed on the teacher’s face. She remembered that Laiq liked strawberries. She thought maybe he doesn’t like apples and that is making him loose focus. This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, “If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?”

Seeing the teacher happy, young Laiq calculated on his fingers again. There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher. She wanted her new approach to succeed. With a hesitating smile young Laiq enquired, “Three?”

The teacher now had a victorious smile. Her approach had succeeded. She wanted to congratulate herself. But one last thing remained. Once again she asked him, “Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?”

Promptly Laiq answered, “Four!”

The teacher was aghast. “How Laiq, how?” she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.

In a voice that was low and hesitating young Laiq replied, “Because I already have one apple in my bag.”

“When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect don’t think they are wrong. There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but ne

Innocent Soul

10-26-2011, 02:40 PM

When will we ever relax?

It’s the story of one of the great Imams of this Ummah, Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal.

His son, Abdullah, asked his father one day: “Abi when will we ever relax?” His father, one of the greatest revivers of the Sunnah and a role model for all Muslims, looked him in the eye and said: “With the first step we take into Jannah.”

Ya Allah, what a beautiful response!

There are days that come to you and you’re tired, you just want to sleep and relax and “shut off” as they say. Those are the days in which you need to ask yourself a critical question: ‘Where am I going with life?’ If it’s towards Allah and for Allah, then regain your strength and continue your work, for Jannah is precious and must be sought. But if you look into your life and realise that it’s not towards Allah but towards Dunya, then your tiredness becomes a blessing, for it is a reminder that you need to change direction and renew your purpose in life.

I love this story on many levels. For one, it shows you that when someone’s focus is Jannah, their priorities change and their outlook on life is different. What we perceive as difficulty, they perceive as ease. What we perceive as calamity, they perceive as reward. What we perceive as obstacles, they perceive as opportunities for sincere dua. Moreover, when your focus is Jannah, this Dunya and its constant demand becomes small and the least of our concerns.

Also, I love the way the son began his question: “Abi” – a sweet way of addressing his father, and asked: “When will we ever relax?” If you notice, he didn’t say, “when will I relax Dad?” Even though he wanted to relax, he wasn’t selfish and also cared for his father’s condition. This also shows you that the father and son were working hard together. Again, when your focus is Jannah it reflects in your family, children, and those around you and everyone gears up towards that goal.

Our problem today is not that we’re tired, our problem today is that we relax too much. We do everything so that we relax. We cheat, break promises, do not fulfill our vows, lie, take and give bribery, and so on. Why? So we can relax. We don’t stay up for Tahajjud or wake up for Fajr, we don’t fast, or go for Hajj and Umrah… all so we can relax. We don’t walk towards the Masjid or open the Book of Allah so we can understand it, all in the name of “I need to relax!”

Dear brothers and sisters, there’s plenty of relaxation where we’re going, but this is not the time for it. Let’s all work for Jannah and be productive in the path of Allah, and work so hard that one day our children will approach us and ask: “Abi” or “Ummi”: “When will we ever relax?” and you can smile and look them in the eyes and say, “When we enter Jannah inshaAllah”.

Source

sis muslimah

10-28-2011, 10:00 PM

One day, a rich father took his son on a trip. He wanted to show him how poor someone can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On the way home, father asked, Did you see how poor they are? What did you learn? The son replied, “We have a pool, they have rivers. We have lanterns at night, they have stars. We buy food, they grow theirs. We have walls to protect us, they have friends. We have encyclopaedias, they have the Quran.” Then he added: “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

Innocent Soul

10-29-2011, 12:48 AM

Heartening Story

Boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage.

They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes.

When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open.

He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by Its colour and drank it all.

It happened to be a strong medicine meant for adults to be taken in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child,

He looked at his wife and uttered just five words.

The husband just said “I am with you Darling”

The husband’s totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behaviour.

The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life.

There is no point In finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.

No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

MORAL
If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer problems in the world. “A journey of a thousand miles Begins with a single step.” Take off all your envies, jealousies, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out the warmth in human relationship.
Source

Innocent Soul

10-29-2011, 02:52 PM

Never Give-up in Life

One day a young lady was driving along with her father.
They came upon a storm, and the young lady asked her father,
"What should I do?”

He said “keep driving”. Cars began to pull over to the side, the storm was getting worse.

“What should I do.” The young lady asked?

“Keep driving,” her father replied.
On up a few feet, she noticed that eighteen wheelers were also pulling over.

She told her dad, “I must pull over, I can barely see ahead.
It is Terrible, and everyone is pulling over!”

Her father told her, “Don’t give up, just keep driving!”
Now the storm was terrible, but she never stopped driving, and soon she could see a little more clearly.
After a couple of miles she was again on Dry land, and the sun came out.

Her father said, “Now you can pull over and get out.”
She said “But why now?”

He said “When you get out, look back at all the people that gave up and are still in the storm, because you never gave up your storm is now over.

Lesson
This is a testimony for anyone who is going through “hard times”.
Just because everyone else, even the strongest, gives up, you don’t have to.
If you keep going, soon your storm will be over and the sun will shine upon your face again!

Innocent Soul

11-04-2011, 11:33 AM

Learned Scholar

There was once a great Scholar, who taught us how to deal with rude people.

One day the Scholar was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. “You have no right teaching others,” he shouted. “You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake.”

The Scholar was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man “Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to who does the gift belongs?”

The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, “It would belong to me, because I bought the gift.”

The Scholar smiled and said, “That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you.

You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself.”

“If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy.But when you love others, everyone is happy.”

The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Scholar. “You are right, o Righteous one, “he said.”Please teach me the path of love. I wish to become your follower.”

The Scholar answered kindly, “Of course. I teach anyone who truly wants to learn. Come with me.”

Whatever you give to life, it gives you back. Do not hate anybody. The hatred which comes out from you will someday comeback to you. Love others. And Love will come back to you.

Source

Innocent Soul

11-08-2011, 11:18 AM

A Beautiful Story

Waleed received a car from his brother as an Eid gift. On Eid day when Waleed came out of his house, a small poor boy was walking around the new car, admiring it. “Does it belong to you, Uncle” he asked. Waleed replied in negative. “This is Eid gift from my brother.” The boy was amazed.

“You mean your brother gave it to you and it cost you nothing? Boy, I wish…” He hesitated. Of course Waleed knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Waleed all the way down to his heels. “I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.” Waleed looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my car?” “Oh yes, I’d love that.”

After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, “Uncle, would you mind driving in front of my house?” Waleed smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big car. But Waleed was wrong again. “Will you stop where those two steps are?” the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Waleed heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.

“There it is, little brother, just like I told you before. His brother gave it to him for Eid and it didn’t cost him a penny. And some day I’m gonna give you one just like it…then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the shop windows that I’ve been trying to tell you about.”

Waleed got out and lifted the boy to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable ride. That Eid, Waleed learned what the Prophet(pbuh) meant when he had said: “love for your brother what you love for yourself”.

So What are you going to do this Eid to make someone happy??

Huzzy_786

11-08-2011, 11:21 AM

Not sure if this is a story but though I'd share it with you guys!

Sad mother was sitting with her son...

SON---- You are the 2nd most beautiful women, i have ever seen.

MOTHER---- Who's first ??

SON...... Its also you, but when Smile ^_^

Innocent Soul

11-10-2011, 01:33 PM

The Blind Old Man

Faisal,a small boy was walking with his father for a short walk.

Suddenly he saw a man who was struggling to walk with a stick. The man was tall and dressed in simple but clean clothes. He was wearing dark sunglasses even though it was night time.

Faisal asked his father, “Dad, Why is the man wearing dark glasses in the night? Why is he using a stick and moving it around?”

His father followed his gaze and saw that it was a blind man.

His father said, “Son, God has not given him the gift of sight. This man is blind. He cannot see.”

Faisal was shocked and touched his eyes and said, ”Thank you God for the eyes that you have given me. May I only see what is good and allowed. O God, make this man’s life easy for him and guide him to the straight path.”

There were tears in Faisal’s eyes as he continued looking at the blind man. How thankful he felt that God has given him eyes with which to see.

When he reached home, Faisal put on a blindfold on his eyes and tried to walk around. He started bumping into the furniture and the walls.

He was slow and clumsy. Once he even fell down as he tripped over the stool. He could not see his mum’s beautiful face or the beautiful flowers in the garden. All he saw was blackness.

He heard so many noises and almost became frightened. He could not see where the noise was coming from.

He was relieved to take off his blindfold. Suddenly, there was a burst of colour all around him. For the first time he really appreciated this beautiful gift of sight from God.

Faisal touched his eyes again and said, “O God! Thanks for this sight you have given me.”

Moral: The realization of a blessing is only after its taken away from us.

Source

Innocent Soul

11-12-2011, 03:33 PM

The 4 Wives Story

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant’s 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!”
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : “I’ll live with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !”

Moral
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives
a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll leave us when we die.
b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament

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