Short Stories

[Innocent Soul]

Positive Thinking

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had 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 unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry 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 Jerry and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, 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’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Yes it is,” Jerry 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: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry 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 robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room 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 Jerry. “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, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

Let this really sink in-
then choose how you start your day tomorrow.

[Innocent Soul]

A True story

Subhan'allah How duas can change our problems please read this real story brothers and sisters hope you will learn something

Few years ago when I got divorced the world around me seemed dark and unfriendly. I felt like there is nothing to look forward to. I always felt like crying, and sometimes the tears were hard to stop. I was experiencing unusual aches and pains, had persistent negative thoughts, had difficulty concentrating and I was sensing guilt and worthlessness and had become very pessimistic and my future looked blank.

My marriage to my ex husband was a big mistake. Even though I was warned by my family members, I wanted to go ahead with it. Most of them had doubts about him but I wanted to marry him at any cost.
Maybe this is what is called “Love is blind”. I had come to UK for higher studies, originally being from Pakistan. I met my ex when he was in UK on a business visit. After mymarriage to him there was not a single day in my life when I did not cry. We got married in Pakistan and
he accompanied me to UK as my dependent. We hardly lived together for six months and he wanted to proceed to USA as he did not like this country. He was always at home, sitting and chatting with girls on computer. I still did not complain. I always thought thateverything would be alright one day.

Then one day he said to me that he has got a Job in USA and he is leaving and would be in touch with me on phone and net and once he got a house there he would call me. He left for USA and his attitude towards me started changing day by day. He was ignoring my calls and was behaving very rudely and also mentioned that he made a mistake by marrying me. I asked him for reason and he gave all lame excuses like there is no understanding between us etc etc.,

During this time I also came to learn that he was already married to a lady in Pakistan and that he is used to gambling. I still did not want to leave him or take divorce from him. I was very much scared of this word “divorce”.

I prayed to Allah that he should stop this divorce and make my ex come back to me. Everyone one was telling me to get rid of him but I did not have to courage to do so. I
was already in my early thirties and with the label of “divorcee” I was sure that nobody would accept me and would be left all alone. I remember that it was month of ramadhan, I fasted, prayed all night and when I got up in the morning I received a phone call from my mom that my ex has sent divorce notice by post. I was completely shattered. I kept on thinking that why did Allah not listen to my prayers. My mother kept telling me that there must be something good in it.

Everything happens because of a reason and Allah knows better. I kept crying and was very upset the whole day. As I could not sleep that night I was getting up again and again and
was very disturbed. I was raising my hands and asking Allah for help and was calling Allah all the time.

Then all of a sudden I remembered that my mother had gifted me Quran with translation and explanation a year ago and asked me to read it regularly so that I can find some comfort in it. Then I just got up from bed performed ablution and simply picked up the Quran and opened a page.

And in front of me was these verses from Surah talaq the translation of which is as follows:
[Surah Talaq 65:3] And will provide him sustenance from a place he had never expected; and whoever relies on Allah – then Allah is Sufficient for him; indeed Allah will accomplish His command; indeed Allah has set a proper measure for all things.
[Talaq 65:5] This is Allah’s command that He has sent down towards you; and whoever fears Allah – Allah will relieve his sins and bestow upon him a great reward.

After reading this I understood that whatever happened was God’s will and all this happened because he could no more see me leading a suffocated life with my ex. In past I spent most of my time pursuing my studies to build my career. I felt I never had time to read Quran and always felt very lazy to offer Salah too. But after that day onwards I started praying regularly and also started reciting Quran everyday. I recited following:-
Surah Baqrah : Once everyday for 12 days
Surah yasin : 40 times at any one day in a week
Namaz-e-Salatul Tazbi : On every Thursday
Surah Kahf : Every Friday
Ya allah Ya rahman Ya rahim- 1200 times daily
Durood-e-Shareef before and after - 1200 times
Ya allah hu ya salaamu – 1000 times everyday.
11 times Durood-e-shareef before and after.
Ya musabab ul asbab - 100 timesdaily
Durood-e-shareef – All day and night whenever possible
Listened to Tafseer of Quran by Dr
Ghulam Malik Murtaza on youtube

Almost six months passed by and I was happy, satisfied and content with my life. I started making progress and was forgetting my past gradually. I knew that no matter
what Allah is always with me and besides Allah I do not need anyone.

Then one day a friend of my brother came to visit us and mentioned to my brother about a
proposal for me. My brother discussed with me and invited the family over to our house. I was not sure weather this would finalize. I thought they would refuse after learning that I am a divorcee but by the grace of Allah everything worked out well I met my future husband and after two months I got married again. Allah had put everything in place.

Today after almost five years I can’t believe I am the same person. I got all the happiness I wanted and everything I wished for came true. I am now living a very happy married life with three beautiful children and a loving and caring husband. All this happened only due to dua’s and blessings of Allah. I am very much certain now that everything that happens in this world to us is only for our own good and only god knows better what lies ahead in future. All the hardship’s I had gone through was nothing but a blessing in disguise. I never felt so close to Allah as I now feel. I was always doubtful weather dua could change one’s destiny or not but now I am know for sure that by offering Salah, reciting Quran, making dua and placing trust in Allah can definitely change your life.

May Allah bless us all and give guidance to follow the right path.
Ameen!

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Enjoy!

A glass of milk

There once was a boy, who every day went door to door to sell things, in order to pay his school fees, because his parents were poor. One day he only had 10 cents in his pocket and had been severe tension in food. He decided at the next door to ask for something to eat.

But when he got there he did not have enough courage to ask. So instead of a meal he asked for a glass of water. The nice lady opened the door thought he looked a little hungry, and decided to give him a big glass of milk. He drank slowly, savoring every sip of it. ophad when he asked the woman: "How much do I owe you?" The woman said, "You owe me anything at all, I've always learned that you should not ask money for charity"
The little boy thanked her from the bottom of his heart.

When Faisal Ahmad left the house, he felt stronger, not only physically but also mentally, his faith in Allah subhana wata'ala and people had grown back.

Before he arrived in that House he was planning to give everything. But not any more, now he felt stronger than ever before.

Years later ...

This same woman was very sick. None of the local doctors could understand what was wrong with her. They sent her to the big city where the hospital was more specialized, and they could figure out what was wrong with her.

.Doctor Faisel Ahmad was called.

When he had heard from what village they came, filled his eyes with a strange light. Hastily he went down and went to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's clothes, he went inside.

He recognized her immediately ...

He went back to the treatment room and was determined to do everything to save her life. He gave her a special treatment.

But Al-Hamdoelilah after a long difficult period, the battle was fought and the woman was better.

Doctor Ahmad asked the finance department, if they wanted to send him the bill.

He looked after, when he wrote something at the bottom of the bill and the bill sent to her room.

When, the woman got the bill and opened it, she was sure that the rest of her life would cost to pay for everything. Something caught her attention that was written on the bill.

She read the words: "Having paid in full with one glass of milk"
Signed Dr. Ahmad

Tears of joy came from her eyes and she decided to go pray: "Thank you, Allah, that Your love is spread over human hearts and hands."


Soubhana Allah

[tigerkhan]

so touching...

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The bag of candy

In one of the evening was a woman in an airport waiting for her flight. While waiting, she went to a store and bought a book and a bag of candy in order to spend time in reading.
Suddenly, while she focused on her reading, she noted that a girl sitting beside her and a piece of candy from a bag, which lay between them, took and ate.

She first decided to ignore her, but she quickly became annoyed because the girl kept grabbing candy out of the bag and looked at her watch. The woman thought to herself, "if I do not ill-mannered and well behaved, then I sold her a spanking."

So it went further, every time the woman picks up a piece of candy, the girl also grabs a piece of candy, while the woman looks at her with an angry look. At one point the girl was quickly and grabbed the last piece of candy and shared it in two and, while smiling, gave one half to the women and ate the other half. The woman thought to herself: "what a wretch, besides that she is not mannered, she also not thanks me."

Then she heard a call that the flight has arrived. She stood up furious, without looking back to where the thief sat, and stepped into the plane. When she sat on the chair planning to put her book she almost finished reading back into her bag, she was shocked at the sight of the bag of candy that was in her bag. She began to think: "Oh my Allah, the candy bag was of that girl and she let me to eat with her!!" When she realized with pain in her heart, that she is very wretch, not mannered and even the thief in this situation.

How often we do not believe we are right in a case, while retrospectively we’re not? How often have we not given our trust in someone because we cling to our opinions that subsequently proved to be untrue? This must be the reason to think twice before we condemn others. Let's give the others thousands of opportunities, before we condemn them!

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Mother may I ask you something?

“Mother, may I ask you a question? "

"Of course, say it again? "replied the mother

"Mother, how much do you earn per hour? "

“That's nothing to you!” Why do you want to know? "said the mother irritated.

"I just want to know. May I please know how much you earn per hour? "asked Mohammed again.

"If you would like to know, I earn 7 dollar per hour. "

"Oh, "said Mohammed with a curved head. He watched his mother and asked "mother, may I maybe please borrow 4 dollars from you?"

The mother began to get angry and said, "if this is the reason that you asked me how much I earn so that you can borrow money from me for a stupid toy or something, you can walk straight to your room, to your bed and think carefully about how selfish you are.” I work long and hard, every day again and don't have time for childish games. "

The small Muhammad marched silently and disappointed to his room. He needed the 4 dollars so hard that otherwise he could not buy what he wanted for so long. The mother was reminded of her son his question. How he dared to ask such a thing to her to get money. After one hour after the mother had become calmer, she thought to herself if she was not too hard on her son. Perhaps there was a reason that he needed money because he never asks for money anyway. With a nagging conscience, the mother went to see her son. "Are you asleep?" she asked.

“No mother, I'm awake "replied Muhammad.”

"I've been thinking and maybe I was a bit hard against you," said the mother. "It was a long hard day and I vented on you. Here's the 4 dollars that you asked me."

Muhammad shot straight up and thanked his mother. "Oh, thank you mother, thank you!" he cried from happiness. He fumbled under his pillow and took what little money there as he had hidden under his pillow. The mother looked surprised and got angry when she saw that Muhammad himself had money already. Muhammad slowly began to count his money, joy sparkled from his eyes when he saw the money and had to smile more and more. What was Mohammed happy. Now he could finally buy what he wanted.

"Why do you want more money if you already have money? " Asked the mother.

"Because I did not have enough, but now I do" said Muhammad. "Mother, I now have 7 dollars ... Can I buy one hour of your time?"

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Sand and stone



A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. At one point during the journey they had an argument and one friend hit the other in the face.
The one who was beaten was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND HIT ME IN THE FACE."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who was beaten, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After he recovered, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had beaten and had saved his best friend asked him, "After I had beaten 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 wind of forgiveness can erase it. But if someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. "

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Be like a pencil

A boy looked ever a time to his grandmother who was writing a letter. At one point he asked: Grandma, are you writing a story about what we have experienced together?? Or perhaps you’re writing a story about me??
His grandmother stopped with her letter and smiled, and said:I indeed write about you. But more important than the words I write, the pencil with which I write. I would like to see you later, if you're big, just as this pencil is.

The boy looked curiously at the pencil, but could find nothing special. But it is an ordinary pencil, nothing special!? It depends how you look. The pencil has five special things that will make you to someone who always will live in peace with the world:

First: You might fulfill great deeds, but you should never forget that there is a hand that leads you. This hand we call God, and He will always lead you according to His will.

Second: Sometimes I have to stop writing, to grind the point. This gives the pencil a little pain, but it is sharper. So you have to endure some pain, it makes you a better person.

Third: If you write with a pencil, you can always erase what you wrote. The lesson is that correct what we have done is not bad, but important is to go righteous trough life.

Fourth: The most important of the pencil is not the wood or the outside, but the graphite inside. So be more concerned about what's happening inside you.

Finally, what makes a pencil special, he always leaves a trail. Be aware that everything you do in your life, will leave traces and try to be constantly aware of it.

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The Muslim and the non-muslim

Somewhere in a western country broke the time of prayer. A Muslim entered a public washroom to perform the wudu. While there was a non-Muslim man who looked at him strangely.

Then our brother was about to wash his feet, he lifted his feet up for in to the sink.

This was the man who watched too much, which he in any indignation against the Muslim shouted: "What do you do now!"

The Muslim replied with a smile on his face: "I am performing the wudu."

The non-Muslim said, "You Muslims are just perverts. You always pollute public places. And now you are trying to convince me that you are cleaning yourself, while you're messing te sink with your dirty feet? This sink is for washing your hands and face and has to stay clean. "

The Muslim said: "May I ask you a question and you will answer me honestly?"

The non-Muslim said: "Go ahead."

The Muslim asked, "How many times a day do you wash your face?"

The non-Muslim said: "Once a day, getting up again and sometimes when I am overwhelmed by fatigue and stress."

The Muslim replied, smiling: "As for me, I wash my feet five times a day. Tell me, what is more cleaner: my feet or your face"

The non-muslim felt defeated and left speechless

[Innocent Soul]

A Small Boy

There is a story of a 13 year old boy who decided to learn karate despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with his expert karate master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after six months of training the master had taught him only one move.

“Master” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”

“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the Master replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.

Several months later, the Master took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be over matched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when his Master intervened.

“No,” his Master insisted, “Let him continue.”

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

On the way home, the boy and Master reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Master, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” his master answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of karate. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grasp your left arm.”

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Moral: With the right Attitude you can make your biggest weakness into your biggest strength!!

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If Allah want

This is a story about trust and always seek Allah Subhana wa ta'ala (the Holy and Sublime).

There was once a king who had a minister, and that minister always trusted Allah Subhana wa Ta'ala and everything happening to him well-liked. One day the king cut himself accidentally in his hands, and lost a finger. He bled very much. The minister was beside him and saw everything done and said, "Khair, Khair insha'Allah". The king was furious and said, "How can you call this good, I lost a finger and you think that it's good?". "Close this man," the king said to the guards. When the guards took him the Minister said: ' Khair, Khair insha Allah. ' The King heard him and shook his head and looked the other way.

Days later the King was hunting in a deserted forest, he left his men and stuff behind, and went alone on path. In the forest, the king came against a people who were worshiping a statue. It was a celebration in honor of that statue, so they looked for a sacrifice. They saw the king and took him as a sacrifice, but their priest noticed that the king had no little finger and said, "This sacrifice is not perfect, the man missing a finger." The king was released and was very happy.

When the king returned to the palace, he told the guards: "Let the minister free, and let him come to me. When the minister arrived at the king, the king said this: "Now I understand why you said Khair, Khair sha Allah when I lost my finger.For I am of a people who wanted to kill me as a sacrifice escaped because I was missing a finger. " The Minister smiled and thanked Allah. The king said, but I have a question for you: "Why did you say Khair, Khair insha'Allah when you went to jail?" The man replied: ' I'm your Minister and should always be with you, if I was not taken to jail, then I had to go with you into the forest and then I was sacrificed instead of you, because I don't miss a finger. '

The king laughed and said ALHAMDU Lilah, Khair Khair sha Allah

[جوري]

^^ just want to say that ghyer means except while khyer means good insha'Allah.. excellent story otherwise perhaps a mod can fix it insha'Allah..

[Innocent Soul]

The Burnt Biscuits

When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. And I remember one night in particular, after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: Honey, I love burned biscuits.
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.
He wrapped me in his arms and said, Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I make so many mistakes forget to congratulate people on their special occasions.

What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

Moral:

And that’s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life but always have trust in God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your

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[Innocent Soul]

Live For Others ...

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. "Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

'Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for others & inspire others.

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^^ just want to say that ghyer means except while khyer means good insha'Allah.. excellent story otherwise perhaps a mod can fix it insha'Allah..

Dyazak Allah ugayran
I'm sorry my english isn't that good and i tried really hard to translate it, i guess i didn't tried hard enough :-[ sorry
Barakka Allah ufeik

[Innocent Soul]

Just a little...

Two teenagers asked their father if they could go to the theater to watch a movie that all their friends had seen he denied their request.

"Ah dad, why not?" they complained.

Dad replied: "Because every movie contains nudity and portrays immorality as being normal and acceptable behavior."

"But dad, those are just very small parts of the movie! That's what our friends who've seen it have told us. The movie is two hours long and those scenes are just a few minutes of the total film! It's based on a true story and good triumphs over evil, and there are other redeeming themes like courage and self-sacrifice. Even the movie review websites say that!"

"My answer is 'no,' and that is my final answer. You will not go and watch any film. End of discussion."

The two teenagers walked dejectedly into the family room and slumped down on the couch. As they sulked, they were surprised to hear the sounds of their father preparing something in the kitchen.

They soon recognized the wonderful aroma of brownies baking in the oven, and one of the teenagers said to the other, "Dad must be feeling guilty, and now he's going to try to make it up to us with some fresh brownies. Maybe we can soften him with lots of praise when he brings them out to us and persuade him to let us go to that movie after all."

The teens were not disappointed. Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm brownies, which he offered to his kids. They each took one.

Then their father said, "Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so much."

The teenagers smiled at each other with knowing glances. Dad was softening.

"That is why I've made these brownies with the very best ingredients. I've made them from scratch. Most of the ingredients are even organic; the best organic flour, the best free range eggs, the best organic sugar, premium vanilla and chocolate." The brownies looked mouth-watering, and the teens began to become a little impatient with their dad's long speech.

"But I want to be perfectly honest with you. There is one ingredient I added that is not usually found in brownies. I got that ingredient from our own back yard. But you needn't worry, because I only added the tiniest bit of that ingredient to your brownies. The amount of the portion is practically insignificant. So go ahead, take a bite and let me know what you think?

"Dad, would you mind telling us what that mystery ingredient is before we eat?"

"Why? The portion I added was so small, just a teaspoonful. You won't even taste it."

"Come on, dad; just tell us what that ingredient is?"

"Don't worry! It is organic, just like the other ingredients."

"Dad!"

"Well, OK, if you insist. That secret ingredient is organic ... dog poop."

Both teens instantly dropped their brownies back on the plate and began inspecting their fingers with horror.

"Dad! Why did you do that? You've tortured us by making us smell those brownies cooking for the last half hour, and now you tell us that you added dog poop! We can't eat these brownies!"

"Why not? The amount of dog poop is very small compared to the rest of the ingredients. It won't hurt you. It's been cooked right along with the other ingredients. You won't even taste it. It has the same consistency as the brownies. Go ahead and eat!"

"No, Dad ... Never!"

"And that is the same reason I won't allow you to go watch movies. You won't tolerate a little dog poop in your brownies, so why should you tolerate a little immorality in your movies?

We pray that Allah (swt) will not lead us unto temptation, so how can we in good conscience entertain ourselves with something that will imprint a sinful image in our minds that will lead us into temptation long after we first see it?"

Remember, we become de-sensitized a little bit at a time; it is the small and minimal sins that we forget the most.

Not to mention when we blindly update songs that contain word of shirk n kufr or indecency OR update movie clips or dialogues hence promoting them among our own Ummah is nothing but promoting FAHISH...

[Innocent Soul]

The King and the Poor Man

There was a king who decided to take a tour of his country. As he passed by different places, everyone rushed to see him. However, while passing by a certain place, he noticed a poor old man who did not pay any attention to the king's arrival and remained engaged in his own activities.

The king went up to this poor man and asked why he did not join the people to see him. The poor man replied, "Before you, there was another king who once passed by this place. Everyone gathered to see him as well. But, few days later he died and was buried in a place nearby. A poor man also died during that time and was buried near the king's grave.

After some time, a strong flood passed through that area causing those graves to overturn. As a result, the bones of the poor man became mixed up with those of the king's. We could not differentiate between them any longer. After seeing this, it does not matter to me anymore as to who is a king and who is a beggar. In the end, our home is the same."

The kings of kings is Allah.

[Innocent Soul]

Don't judge too quickly

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 come 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.

Moral
Don’t judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

[Innocent Soul]

Once a boy went to a shop with his mother. The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said 'Dear Child..u can take the sweets...

But the child didn't take. The shop keeper was surprised.. Such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle. Again he said take the sweets....

Now the mother also heard that and said.. Take the sweets dear.. Yet he didn't take... The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets... He himself took the sweets and gave to the child. The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets.

While returning home the Mother asked the child... Why didn't you take the sweets, when the shop keeper told you to take?..

Can you guess the response: Child replies... Mom! My hands are very small and if I take the sweets I can only take few.. But now you see when uncle gave with his big hands.... How many more sweets I got!

Moral : When we take we may get little but when Allah gives...
HE gives us more beyond our expectations. .. More than what we can hold..!!
So Always Trust in Allah. He Always Does the Best for us!!

[Innocent Soul]

Your Good Actions will Never be Lost

Waleed was a young man, though he was poor financially but was definitely rich in character. One evening, after a long & tiring job he was going back to his home, when he saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road. Without a second thought Waleed got out from his car, as he had sensed that the lady badly needed help. The lady was very tensed, standing besides her BMW, not knowing what to do.

No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

Waleed said to her, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in my car where it’s warm? Till then I will fix your car.”

Being a mechanic, it didn’t take long for Waleed to fix the car.

Waleed just smiled as he closed the bonnet after fixing the car. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Waleed never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed.

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small restaurant. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.

She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.

The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Waleed.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were three more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she looked at him and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Waleed.”

Moral: Whatever good you do to others, it will be re-paid back to you some way or the other. Even if not in this world but definitely in the Hereafter.

[Innocent Soul]

The Wise Saint

Once a saint saw a man with a bandage tied round his leg & making noises out of pain.

“Why have you tied the bandage?” he asked.

“Because I have a wound on my leg” the man replied. “How old are you?” the saint demanded.

“28 years old” he replied. “Have you been in pain and anguish the greater part of your life?” he inquired. “No,” the man answered.

“For thirty years you have enjoyed good health,” he remarked, “and you never tied the bandage of thankfulness. Now because of this one small wound, that you have, you tie the bandage of complaint!”

Moral: Always be thankful to God in all situations of life. And don’t complain for just a small problem.

[Innocent Soul]

Color Difference

The following scene took place on an American Airlines flight between Chicago and Toronto.

A white woman, about 52 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess.

“Madam, what is the matter” the hostess asked.

You obviously do not see it then ? She responded. You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.

“Be calm please” the hostess replied. “Almost all the seats on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.”

The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later and said “Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class.”

Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. “It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class However, given the circumstances the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.”

She turned to the black guy, and said. “Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please take your hand luggage because a seat awaits you in the first class.”

At the moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

Moral: All mankind is from Adam and Eve. A white has no superiority over a black, nor does a black have any superiority over white except by piety and good action

[Innocent Soul]

When Things Didn’t Work My Way!

My mom always told me that everything happens with the Will of God and one should never leave hope, cause HE is the best planner and HE will reveal it on the best times.

These are the words which I have been hearing since I was a child but never experienced it till recently. Today I want to share one of the examples of it that how God`s plan work!!

After my graduation, I started to look for a job and for that I gave many tests and interviews but things didn’t work in my favor.


And usually in my field if you get a job they will bond you for 2-3 years so I was hoping that soon I will be the lucky one who will make his place in a multi-national company. Weeks and months passed, and almost an year went out and I was still jobless.

Gradually the pressure was building up and I was getting more and more tensed about this situation but again my mom said its not in your control. God willing, you will find the right job on the right time.

After hearing these words my heart felt relief. And then the day came when I got more than a job.

I got scholarship from one of the best Universities of the world. Not only that, but even by air ticket, accomodation, living expenses, tuition fees would be borne by the Government.

Then I realized, why I hadn’t got a job. If I had got a job, I couldn’t go for higher studies since I didn’t had the money to bear the heavy expenses.

Moral: Work hard and leave the rest to God. What ever happens will be for your good.

[Innocent Soul]

Which One Are You?

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.

She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.

Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?" "Potatoes, eggs and coffee," she hastily replied.

"Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noted that they were soft.

He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

"Father, what does this mean?" she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

"Which one are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?

"Happiness is not something you find, it's something you create."

"Smile in pleasure, smile in pain; Smile when trouble pours like rain; Smile when someone hurts you, Smile coz someone cares for you."

[Innocent Soul]

Mysterious Helping Hands

Iram, and her brother, Ahmed, were excited about the upcoming days. It was Ramadan, a time to learn appreciation for the things they had, and to think of others who didn't have as much.

They had both been saving their money all year long. Iram, who was seven years old, sat on her bed and dumped out her money Jar. Coins ran all over the blanket. "This is a lot of money. Momma says we are supposed to help someone. She wants us to think about how much we have and then think of someone who doesn't have very much, and do something nice for them," Iram said, gathering the money into a pile. "Dump out your Jar, Ahmed," she told her brother.

The coins came spilling out of his Jar onto the bed. "Wow! We can do a lot for someone with all this money," Ahmed said, smiling. "This is such a special time of year. I'm glad we can help others."

"But we have to do it secretly, Ahmed, remember. We have to pick someone and do something very nice without them knowing it is from us. Who should we pick?" Iram asked.

"Let's pick our neighbors, Rashid, and Fatima. I noticed that they had holes in their shoes," Ahmed said.

"That's a good idea. We could buy some new shoes for them. They aren't as blessed as we are. We have a lot of shoes, don't we?" Iram asked with appreciation.

"I have three pair. You have more. Let's buy some new shoes for them this Ramadan," Ahmed said, smiling.

Iram and Ahmed found their momma. She was busy washing some dates. She saw her children come into the kitchen. "I'm going to make some baklawa for tonight," she said, knowing her family loved to eat that during Ramadan.

"Pappa is at the mosque, in prayer. When he comes home, after the sun sets, we'll have some. In the meantime, you two look like you've got something on your minds."

"We want to help the poor. Ahmed and I have been saving our money all year long and we want to help Rashid and Fatima, our neighbors," Iram began.

Ahmed, with excitement, interrupted, "We want to buy them some shoes."

Momma smiled at her beautiful children. She was so proud of them.

"Aren't you hungry, Momma?" Ahmed asked. He knew she had not had anything to eat or drink since dawn that morning due to Ramadan fasting.

"I'm a little bit, but that is good for me. Don't worry about me. When you're older, you will understand more and be able to fast too," she explained. "Would you like me to take you to the store to buy the shoes?" she asked.

Ramadhan Eid Story"Would you, Momma? Is that all right?" Iram begged.

"Why of course. Let's go," she said.

They walked to the shoe store and went inside. Iram picked out a pair of shoes for Fatima. Ahmed picked out a pair for Rashid. They were both so proud that they'd saved their money so they could do this to help. Later, they went home and wrapped the shoe boxes in plain brown paper. They waited anxiously for night to come. It would be dark and they could deliver their gifts.

The sun began to drop behind the horizon. A little while later, Pappa came home. He and Momma had some lentil soup, then tomato and cucumber sandwiches. Momma called to her children, "Iram. Ahmed. Come and have some baklawa, and some fresh dates." The children came running into the kitchen. Momma cut them a big piece.

They gobbled it down quickly as they were anxious to do their good deed. "Slow down, children," Pappa urged, laughing.

It was soon dark outside. Momma had the children go and get the boxes they'd wrapped so carefully. They put their coats on and walked quietly over to Rashid and Fatima's house. Momma whispered, "All right, children. We must be very quiet and very fast. Ahmed, you knock on the door and then run over here, to this bush, where Iram and I will be hiding. We'll watch as they come and find their gifts."

Iram and Ahmed giggled with delight. Iram and Momma hid, and Ahmed tiptoed up to the door. He put both of the boxes down on the porch, and knocked hard. Then he ran, and ran, and ran, as fast as he could, to where Iram and Momma were. "Shhh," Momma whispered. "Someone opened the door."

They watched as Rashid and Fatima came out onto the porch. "Look! There are presents for us. Someone left them here," Rashid cried out with excitement. He and Fatima looked around. It was very dark and they couldn't see anyone. They picked up the boxes and took them inside.

After a minute or two, waiting to make sure they wouldn't be seen, Momma, Ahmed, and Iram, snuck quietly back to their house. Ahmed started laughing. "Pappa! Pappa! We did it! We snuck up and left the presents!"

Iram added, "They didn't see us, Pappa. They don't know it was us." She was laughing too.

Momma and Pappa stood back and looked at their children. They were so proud of them. They knew their children knew the real meaning of giving and of sacrifice. The next morning, as Momma, Pappa, Iram, and Ahmed went to their car to drive into town, they saw Rashid and Fatima outside playing. They were both wearing their brand new shoes. Nobody said a thing. Iram and Ahmed just smiled, because it is one of the best Ramadan for them.

[Innocent Soul]

Trust in what is ‘written’

Recently, I planned to take my family on a weekend trip to a nearby kids activities farm. The plan was to leave at 9:00am when the builder arrives to do carry out some repair work at our house. It was a cold and frosty morning and when he did not turn up by 9:15am I began to get impatient and by 9:30am I had to phone him to check.

It turned out that a car skidded against his van that same morning and some damage occurred but he should be on his way in 5 or 10 min. By 10:00am I was quite tense and almost angry that this is happening and no sign of the builder. My good wife kept reminding me the poor guy is having problems and anytime he arrives is good for us to leave. Trust in what is ‘written’, she said.

By 10:30 I ran out of patience and picked up the phone to reschedule the repair work for another day. At that very moment he knocked on the door. Needless to say that I got out of the house as fast as I could to avoid having a long chat with the builder and losing my temper with him (you may even laugh at this!).

We were finally on the road at 11:00am. Till then the sun had risen and the roads were clear. When we returned to the house later on that evening we found that the building work was nearly complete.

Next morning, while my wife was chatting to her friend on the phone, she heard that the latter’s niece had died in a car accident the previous day. The cause of the accident was black ice on the roads. This was unexpected as the temperature was not too low and there was no warning on the weather report nor was there any gritting done.

As it turned out, several people in the village had accidents and it dawned on me how close to disaster my family and I were the previous day and how my impatience and temper nearly got us into a major accident.

When I checked the car’s tyres I realised that we were destined to live that day. The thread level was non-existent on 3 tyres! If we traveled any earlier than we did with black ice we could have been history by now.

By 11:00am the ice melted on the road and it was safe to drive again.

I remembered the Quranic verse: ‘ … and it may be that you love something and there is great harm in it or you may dislike something and God puts in it a great deal of good’.

Moral: If things happen against your wishes it’s because it is better for you that way. Anger and bad temper can only be harmful.

[sis muslimah]

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 aroundand 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 Islamic scholar who interpret the dream 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.

Moral of the Story:

According to Islam, this life is very short and full of material things that can get in the way of our submission to Almighty God. It's not wrong to have these material possessions as long as we remember our obligations to Almighty God and thank Him for those things. We shouldn't get preoccupied with this temporary worldly life and forget Hereafter.

It is narrated that the Holy Prophet (saw) has said: "Most intellectual of man is he remembers the death most."

It is narrated that the Holy Prophet (saw) has said: "One who gains the love and grace of Allah, always end (Ajal) will be before his eyes and he will be always worried about his death. But the one who take Satan (Shaitan) as a friend and becomes Bad-Bakht. Shaitan overpowers him and indulge (Giraftaar) him in long long desiresand them he never remember death."

[Innocent Soul]

Easy way to change ourselves:

There was a king long time ago and he had a vast kingdom. Though he had tremendous amount of wealth, but he didn't have peace of heart. So he decided to be a good Muslim. He heard that there is a very pious man who stays in a jungle and that many people go to visit him for advice. The king decided to visit him for some advice also. When he got there, he asked the pious man "How can I become pious like you?" The pious man replied that remember death 40 times a day for 40 days. The king thought that it was very easy and he thanked him and left for his palace. He remembered death 40 times a day for 40 days but no change came to his life. He was same as before.

The king became angry and called that pious man to his court. The king told him that he is nothing but a liar and that he should be killed before he fools other people. It was decided that he will be beheaded the next day. But the Pious man had a request. He asked if he could become the king for a day. He promised that after getting the command, he will not kill the previous king or do any harm to him. So, the king agreed and made the pious man the king for a day. As soon as the pious man became the king, he went to the market and saw a man selling peanuts. He told the soldiers to catch that man and bring him to the palace. So, the peanut sales man was brought to the court. The pious man told the peanut sales man that he will be killed tomorrow. The peanut sales man became frightened and dropped all his peanuts. He started crying and asked what he did. But the pious man said that he will be killed tomorrow and locked up in jail for today.

Now, as the peanut sales man knew that he is going to die, he forgot about everything else and started asking forgiveness from Allah. He started praying and doing excessive dhikir (remembrance of Allah). The Pious man ordered that the most beautiful prostitute in the city should be brought and placed in the jail with peanut sales man. She was brought and she asked the man to commit adultery with her. Now the pious man brought the previous king and told him to watch. The peanut sales man started yelling at the woman to get away because he is going to die tomorrow and this evil deed will surely cause him problems with Allah.

Then the pious man asked the previous king if he understood what is going on. The Pious man explained that when you really know that you will die, then you will surely stay away from all evil deeds and engage yourself into the worship of Allah.

So, remembering death once properly would be enough to change the life of a human being.
Ofcourse, the peanut sales man was released afterwards.

[Innocent Soul]

The Emergency

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father going and coming in the hall waiting for the doctor.

Once seeing him, the dad yelled:“Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have the sense of responsibility?”

The doctor smiled and said: “I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital and I came as fast as I could after receiving the call. And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??” said the father angrily.

The doctor smiled again and replied: “From dust we came and to dust we return. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go and pray to God for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”

“Giving advice when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father. The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank God!, your son is saved!”

And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any question, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish the formalities.”

Moral: The happiness of others above own happiness. God's help comes according to God's plan. Be grateful and humble when God's help arrives.Do not ask too much from people.You do not know how much they can give.

Find a reason to praise God in every situation. This world is a place for deeds not for reward. Do your best no matter in what position you are. Life is the only capital human possess. The real life is life hearafter as promised by God.

[sis muslimah]

One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus station, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops – a few people got on, a few got off and things went generally well.

At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on, six foot eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, “Big John doesn’t pay!” and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five foot three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn’t argue with Big John, but he wasn’t happy about it. The next day the same thing happened – Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer and so he signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.


By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what’s more, he felt really good about himself.

So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, “Big John doesn’t pay!” The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger and screamed, “And why not???!!!”
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, “ Because Big John has a bus pass.”

MORAL / LESSON:
The moral of this incident/story is quite self evident. However, it is a lesson that many of us seem to overlook and disregard in the many activities and chores of our life.
We learn from this incident that a person should not be hasty in making assumptions and judging a situation or an individual from what seems to be the apparent.
It is essential that a Muslim assumes the best of his fellow being and gives him the benefit of the doubt. If possible, one should allow the fellow being to explain himself as to clear any doubts one may have.

Our Nabi صلى الله عليه و صلم has stated that being hasty is from Shaytaan whilst steady composure is from Allah سبحانه و تعالى.

In the same manner ‘Ulamaa have stated that if there is a single reason for doubt in a matter relating to a person then that doubt should have an effect on the decision that is made.
In conclusion, one should take all factors into consideration and avoid hastiness in judging an individual. Instead, one should try to make the matter clear as to avoid placing false accusations on anyone.

[Innocent Soul]

You are beautiful

It’s a phrase that my mother uses a lot. I used to wonder, “How in the world can Mother call them beautiful?” I am a logical, statistical man. I call thing as I see them. I didn’t see beauty. My mother would tell people this with an enthusiasm they could feel. She was genuine. She wasn’t telling them they were beautiful to get something from them. Most of the time, they were trying to get something from her.

I wondered for years what was wrong with Mother’s perception and vision. Couldn’t she see that all of the people she called beautiful weren’t beautiful?

You were beautiful only if you had a certain figure and face that was classed as beautiful by the laws of the world and glamour. Yet when my mother spoke, people smiled as though Glamour magazine had listed them as one of the beautiful people of the year.

It took me years to finally understand my mother’s vision and the phrase, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” My mother had a spirit that could see the beauty in a person. Most only look on the outside and then compare what they see with the standards the world has given them.

That was what I was doing. Today when you leave your house, carefully look at the first person whom you see and notice how beautiful they are.They may be balding, fat, wrinkled, pimply, or any of the other things the world frowns upon as beauty.

Look at them closely and look for the beauty. If you really look, you’ll see it.I didn’t believe that at first until I tried it. Sure enough, as I stared and opened another set of eyes,I was able to see the beauty in every person. No matter how rough or worn a person looked, each pain etched line held a glimpse of beauty.

You just had to look for the beauty. It’s there. When you leave your home this morning, look hard at each person. You will start to see the beauty of every human who you didn’t know existed. Trust me and try this. If you sincerely look, you will see it. When you get home after seeing the beauty in faces you see, look in the mirror. You are beautiful. Thank you mama for all of the beauty that youhave not only seen, but added. She used to tell me: “Be like a honey bee which always sits on beautiful flowers.


Prophet Muhammad (SAW) said: “Indeed Allah is Beautiful and He loves beauty.” In other place He (SAW) says: “A believer is beautiful because Allah has given him beautiful characters.”

Holy Quran emphasizes on remembering the beautiful things Allah (SWT) has created and praise them profusely. “And as for the blessing of your Lord, do announce it.” (93:11)

Allah (SWT) Himself remembers and praises the good creations He has created; among them is His beloved Prophet Muhammad (SAW): “And He exalted your praise (O Muhammad).” (94:4)

“Indeed Allah and His Angels are sending blessings upon the Prophet. O you who believe, send blessings upon him (you as well) and salute him with a (becoming) salutation.” (33:56)

Moral : Dear readers, you are beautiful. May Allah’s beautiful blessings be upon you always.

[Innocent Soul]

Why do we read Qur’an

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa wakeup early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur’an. 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 Qur’an 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 not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. 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 breathe, 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.

Moral : You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.”

Please note: The noble Qur’an is that noble and blessed book of Allah Ta’ala which He revealed for the guidance of mankind. The virtues of reciting the Qur’an are numerous, but this story was quoted in general to highlight one of the the benefit in terms of worldly life and encouragement. There is much more benefits and rewards (in this world & hereafter) in the recitation of the Holy Qur’an than can be imagined or perceived.

[Innocent Soul]

Don’t We All?

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.

Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of those “don’t want to be bothered times.”

“I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money,” I thought. He didn’t.

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke.

“That’s a very pretty car,” he said.

He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm.

I said, “thanks,” and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, “ask him if he needs any help.” I was sure that he would say “yes” but I held true to the inner voice.

“Do you need any help?” I asked.

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.

We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.

“Don’t we all?” he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun. Don’t we all?

I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true.

No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that. You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.

They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves. And make him know that everyone needs help.

[Innocent Soul]

The three dolls

A sage presented a prince with a set of three small dolls. The prince was not amused.

"Am I a girl that you give me dolls?" he asked.

"This is a gift for a future king," said the man. "If you look carefully, you'll see a hole in the ear of each doll."

"So?"

The sage handed him a piece of string.

"Pass it through each doll," he said.

Intrigued, the prince picked up the first doll and put the string into the ear.

It came out from the other ear.

"This is one type of person," said the man. "Whatever you tell him, comes out from the other ear. He doesn't retain anything."

The prince put the string into the second doll. It came out from the mouth.

"This is the second type of person," said the man. "Whatever you tell him, he tells everybody else."

The prince picked up the third doll and repeated the process. The string did not reappear from anywhere else.

"This is the third type of person," said the man.

"Whatever you tell him is locked up within him. It never comes out."

"What is the best type of person?" asked the prince.

The man handed him a fourth doll, in answer.

When the prince put the string into the doll, it came out from the other ear.

"Do it again," said the sage. The prince repeated the process. This time the string came out from the mouth. When he put the string in a third time, it did not come out at all.

Moral :"This is the best type of person," said the sage. "To be trustworthy, a man must know when not to listen, when to remain silent and when to speak out."

[Live2Learn90]

Assalamu alykum

very nice story mashaAllah :)

[Who Am I?]

I'm tempted to post my short story here, but I already posted it in another thread.

[Periwinkle18]

nice stories sis =)

[Innocent Soul]

Job In Microsoft

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 10Kg 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 every day 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 e mail?!!’ The man thought for a while and replied, ‘Yes, I’d be an office boy at Microsoft!’

Moral of the story

Moral 1
Internet is not the solution to your life.

Moral 2
If you don’t have Internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.

Moral 3
If you received this message by email,
you are closer to being a office boy/girl, than a millionaire.

[rose17]

thanks for sharing :statisfie

[Periwinkle18]

aww jazakAllah where do u get these stories frm :p

[Innocent Soul]

Man in the Sea

Once a group of men walking around the beach beside the gushing sea water.

Suddenly, they spotted the body of a man wobbling up and down in the heavy waves.

“Thinking the man was dead, they ran near the beach trying to figure out how they were going to fish the dead body out of the water so that it wouldn’t be swept out to sea.

Their discussion came to an abrupt halt when the man, who they had thought was dead emerged out of the water, dried himself off and started walking away.

The men ran after the young man and asked, ‘How did you survive in that water?

No one could swim in that water without being killed.’

“‘It is really easy’ the man replied.

‘I just went up when the water went up, and down when the water went down.’”

Moral: Life always has its up’s and down’s. It’s how we adjust and handle ourselves in these situations decides how far we go in life. The moment you quit you lose the battle.

Dear Readers, share your experiences on how to handle the difficulties of life.

Source

[real islam]

Muslim Personalities

As Salaamu alaikum,

I would like to dedicate this thread to all those Muslim personalities that have made a difference to society or brought about some great changes for the betterment of society. They don't necessarily have to be Prophet's (alayhis salaam) or Sahaba (radiAllahu anhum).

HASSAN AL BANNA

He was the founder of one of the largest & most influential Muslim revivalist organizations in the 20th century. Hasan Al Banna was born in the village of Mahmudiyya in 1906. He was the oldest son of Ahmad bin Abdur Rahman Al Banna. His father was a local watch repairer, respected local Imam, educated at Al Azhar & also a Quraan teacher at the local mosque, where Hasan Al Banna first received his education.

His charismatic appeal, leadership potential & religious inclinations were evident from an early age. At a young age he memorized the Quraan & began to organize committees & societies stressing Islamic morals & principles. At the age of 16, he enrolled into Darul Uloom college in Cairo and it was here that he saw the extent of which secular & western ways had penetrated the very fabric of society. While studying in Cairo, he immersed himself in the writings of Islamic reformers and more particularly those of Syrian Rashid Rida’s Al Minar Magazine. He shared Rida’s concern with the decline of Islamic civilization relative to the West and believed that this could only be reversed, by returning to an unadulterated form of Islam.

Upon graduating, Hasan was appointed as an Arabic teacher in a primary school in Isma’illiya which at the time served as headquarters of the Suez Canal Company. The military camps, lavish homes of foreign employees & the public utilities owned by foreign interests next to the squalid dwellings of the Egyptian workers appalled him & strengthened his determination to rid Egypt of the British and Western influences. In an effort to spread his message he involved himself actively in the life of the community by conducting night classes for his student’s parents, by having informal discussions in the mosque, coffeehouses and private homes. His basic message was that Egypt had lost its soul, it had become politically sub-servient and economically dependent because it had strayed from the path that had been laid down by Allah. It was to spread this message that on March 1928, the Society of Muslim Brotherhood or “Jamaat al Ikhwanul Al Muslimoon” was launched.

His goal was the institution of an Islamic state with a Khaliph as its leader and the Quraan as its basis for law and the Ikhwan was to be the means of achieving this goal. By 1934 , the Ikhwan had established more than fifty branches in Egypt. They set up numerous schools, mosques & factories and at the end of World War II, The Ikhwan had over half a million active members and around twice as many supporters.

Between 1948 & 1949, shortly after the society had sent volunteers to fight in the war in Palestine, the conflict between the monarchy & the society reached its climax. Concerned with its increasing popularity as well as rumours that it was plotting a coup, Prime Minister An Nukrashi Pasha disbanded it in December 1948 with scores of its members being jailed. Less than three weeks later, the prime minister was assassinated and the blame attributed to the Ikhwan.

On the 12th February 1949, in a crowded market in Cairo, Hassan Al Banna was shot dead by an assassin. He was only 43 yrs old at the time. The Muslim Brotherhood since the martydom of Hassan Al Banna survived all attempts to stifle it. Not only did it grow even stronger in Egypt, but it created branches in all the Arab countries. The Islamic resurgence manifest today in the Arab World owes its origin directly or indirectly to the Muslim Brotherhood Organisation. The legacy of Al Banna is thus still present and will continue to shape the destiny of Arab Societies.

[Insanely.Krazii]

What Goes Around, Comes Around

Also:من ترك شيئاً لله عوضه الله خيراً منه

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

[Innocent Soul]

Being With Your Mother

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.

She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would Love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
“What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.

She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said.

“Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.”

I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home.

“Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her.

Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined.

An attached note said:
“I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ‘I love YOU’ and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some “other” time.

Its not just your mother you should spend time with remember even a moment you spent with is sometimes worth a lot.

You don't know under what circumstances anyone might be. Meeting people feels really good. Don't think it's too difficult to extract time from your schedule. Remember Allah loves those who do good. :)

[tayek1967]

Everybody like short story. There are many short story. next I will share with u. thanks.

[Innocent Soul]

Think out of the box

In routine village life was routine for each and every member on the rustic side. They peeled their eyes open at the hint of sunrise. Washed up, packed and set off to gain from the earth’s womb.

But among the routizens, there was one young lad, Rolta who shirked off routine to think differently. He wanted to dwell on his own, live out from his own muse. So he looked around for ideas. People poked fun at him; his friends thought he was a bit bent in the head. While his parents cursed themselves for rearing a black sheep in their home.

But Rolta turned a blind ear to the incessant ugly downpour of words. He trusted his instincts and kept his head up high. One day as he walked through the village, his shoes got entangled in the weed that grew surreptitiously on the ground. Yanking it out from them, Rolta landed on his bottom with a thud, clutching his shoes to his chest he laid there for a few minutes and then suddenly, it dawned on him what he wanted to do in life.

He went around observing the shoes of everyone in the village and pitied the sight of tattered footwear where flies had made their nest and cracks multiplied generously. The city shoes were too expensive for the poor villagers and so they wore shoes till no one could use it ever again, not even a cockroach.

Rolta went to the city to collect information and resources on how to make shoes. He worked with a shoemaker only to return home 6 months later, equipped with knowledge and material. He made a pair of shoes for everyone in his house who proudly prodded the village citing their son’s talent. Soon people requested Rolta to make shoes for them. He did at a price they could pay, but at a price with his profits included.

Word spread like fire and Rolta had shoe projects he never dreamed of. He put up a board at his home, Rolta Shoe Mart – give your feet some love. Was the tagline he used to attract people and profits.

And so Routine Village had something un-routine about it. There was a new cobbler that made shoes in their village. Soon Rolta employed 6 men in his studio factory and taught them the craft of weaving rubber and tan. Transporters were employed to deliver the products. Suppliers were employed to receive the products. Rolta’s father was given the charge of the factory’s finance. His mother was in charge of quality. Everyone in Rolta’s family had a job that earned them more money than their regular jobs.

Rolta’s parents were now proud of their son. He was not the black sheep of the house anymore, name calling was forsaken. Instead now it was ‘Rolta saheb’, after all he was the village saviour.

Moral : Always trust yourself and your instincts. Be proud and confident of yourself no matter how small a person you are.

[Innocent Soul]

"A Masjid attender wrote a letter to the eiditor of a Newspaper and complained That it made no sense to go to mosque every Friday.

“I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. 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 Imaams are wasting theirs by giving sermons 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 37 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!

[Innocent Soul]

The Student who made his Teacher cry:

A teacher told one of his lazy students:
“If you bring me a handful of the dust of Paradise, you’ll be a successful student."

The next day, the little boy came with a handful of dust and gave it to his teacher. The teacher became angry and said :

"Are you kidding me! Where did you get this from?”

The student answered with tears in his eyes,
“This dust was under the feets of my mother, didn’t you teach us that Paradise lies under the feets of mothers?"

[Innocent Soul]

Crumbled sheet

When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, I was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed and I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:

Knead the paper now!

With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, to now leave it as it was before.

Obviously I could not leave it as before. The paper was still full of folds.

The teacher told me: “The hearts of men are like that roll”. The impression left on them will be hard to erase just as it is hard to erase these wrinkles . So I learned to be comprehensive, and more patient.

When I feel like bursting, I remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, we just want to fix the error, but it’s too late ….

Someone once told me : “Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. “

We will always be responsible for our actions.

Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you’ve kneaded throughout this life

[Innocent Soul]

Wait For The Brick


A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!

He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?

That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.

"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.

"It's my brother," he said.

"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home

. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.

It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick!

[Innocent Soul]

A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.

The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden.

Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there.

The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out.

The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all.

"Now pull out that one," said the old man pointing to a bush.

The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out.

"Now take this one out," said the old man, indicating a guava tree.

The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge.

"I ... It's impossible," said the boy, panting with the effort. "So it is with bad habits," said the wise.

Moral :When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted.

The session with the old man changed the boy's life.

[Innocent Soul]

Making A Difference

My friend was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.

As my friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had washed up on the beach, and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water. My friend was puzzled.

He approached the man and said. “Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing.”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see its low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die up here from lack of oxygen.”

“I understand,” my friend replied, “but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’t possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can’t you see that you can’t possibly make a difference?”

The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, “Made a difference to that one!”

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:


Mouse Trap


A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

What food might this contain?



The mouse wondered - - - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.




Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning:
There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, 'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.'
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'
The pig sympathized, but said, I am so very sorry, Mr.Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.'
The mouse turned to the cow and said, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'
The cow said, 'Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.'
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap . . . alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.
But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
Remember ---- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
SEND THIS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER HELPED YOU OUT AND LET THEM KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.
REMEMBER. . . . . . EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD
IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.
One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a FRIEND!!!

[Innocent Soul]

Kindness


One day a woman was walking down the street when she spied a beggar sitting on the corner. The man was elderly, unshaven, and ragged. As he sat there, pedestrians walked by him giving him dirty looks they clearly wanted nothing to do with him because of who he was — a dirty, homeless man. However, when she saw him, the woman was moved to compassion.

It was very cold that day and the man had his tattered coat — more like an old suit coat rather than a warm coat — wrapped around him. She stopped and looked down. “Sir?” She asked. “Are you all right?”

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, as so many others had done before. “Leave me alone,” he growled.

To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling - her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”

The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” The man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.”

Just then, a police officer came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” He asked.

“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”

The officer scratched his head. “That’s old jack. He has been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”

“See that cafeteria over there?” She asked. “I am going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”

“Are you crazy, lady?” The homeless man resisted. “I do not want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I did not do anything.”

“This is a good deal for you, jack,” the officer answered. “Do not blow it.”

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table. “What is going on here, officer?” He asked. “What is all this. Is this man in trouble?”

“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the police officer answered.

“Not in here!” The manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”

Old jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you will let me go. I did not want to come here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, are you familiar with eddy and associates, the banking firm down the street?”

“Of course i am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”

“And do you make a good profit from providing food at the weekly meetings?”

“What business is that of yours?”

“I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the Company.”

“Oh.”

The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I am on duty.”

“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. “I will get your coffee for you right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said.

“That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.” She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. “Jack, do you remember me?”

Old jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes “I think so; I mean you do look familiar.”

“I am a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I have even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” The officer said questioningly. He could not believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I could not find anything. Finally, I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that i could get something to eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually, I started my own business that, with the help of god, prospered.”

She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He is the Personnel Director of my Company. I will go talk to him now and I am certain he will find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet and if you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you,” he said.

“Do not thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank God. He led me to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. “Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.

“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And thank you for the coffee.”

She frowned. “I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That is black.”

The officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. “Yes, I do take cream and sugar — perhaps more sugar than is good for me.” He patted his ample stomach.

“I am sorry,” she said.

“I do not need it now,” he replied smiling. “I have got the feeling that this coffee you bought me is going to taste as sweet as sugar.”


Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/96327-story-mo...#ixzz1tL7bqALz

[Innocent Soul]

Burnt toast

“When I was a little Boy, I remember one day in particular when she had made breakfast. She must have been very tired. My mom placed a plate of eggs, and rather burned toast in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how was I ready for school. I don’t remember what I replied, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jam on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Baby, I love burned toast.’

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Momma works hard day after day and she’s real tired.

And besides a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!’ You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best football player either.

Moral: What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

We should learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of Allah. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship in fact – as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!”

[Innocent Soul]

Look After Your Rocks

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks right to the top, rocks about 2″ diameter.He then asked the students if the jar was full ? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them in to the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.The students laughed. He asked his students again if the jar was full ? They agreed that yes, it was.

The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life.

The rocks are the important things – your faith, your beliefs, your family, your partner, your health, your children – anything that is so important to you that if it were lost,you would be nearly destroyed.

The pebbles are the other things in life that matter,but on a smaller scale.The pebbles represent things like your job,your house,your car etc.

The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first,there is no room for the rocks.

The same goes for your life.
If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff,material things,you will never have room for the things that are truly most important.Pay attention to the things that are critical in your life.

Play with your children. Spend quality time with your spouse. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, fix the car etc.

Moral :Take care of the rocks first, the rest is just pebbles and sand!!!

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:


A lady was inquiring about Islam yesterday and was debating with a brother about evolution.

A visiting shaykh was passing by and heard her say, "I have a problem with the notion that woman is from the rib of man".


The shaykh said "you have a problem coming from the rib of man, but no problem coming from a monkey!" She laughed, and was quiet.

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:







> Burnt toast






“When I was a little Boy, I remember one day in particular when she had made breakfast. She must have been very tired. My mom placed a plate of eggs, and rather burned toast in front of my dad.






I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how was I ready for school. I don’t remember what I replied, but I do remember watching him smear butter
> and jam on that toast and eat every bite!







When I got up from the table, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my
> dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Baby, I love burned toast.’






Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Momma works hard day after day and she’s real tired. And besides a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!’ You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best football player either.





Moral: What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each > other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
>
> We should learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life
> and lay them at the feet of Allah.






Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn’t a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship in fact – as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!”

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:

This is a true story of a Niqabi sister in France

After picking groceries in the supermarket, the Niqabi sister stood in the line to pay. After few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter.

The checkout girl who was non Hijabi Arab Muslim girl started to scan the items of the Niqabi sister one buy one and then she looked at her with arrogance and said :”we have in France many problems, your Niqab is one of them!!

We, immigrants, are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history! If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want!!” The Niqabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and took off her Niqab…

The checkout girl was in total chock! The Niqabi girl who was blond with blue eyes told her:”I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant! This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM!! You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you!”
end of story

This is a fact! Many revert Muslims have stronger faith than born Muslims! SuhanAllah!

Indeed,"Islam began a stranger and, then, it will return as it began. Then bliss to the strangers!"

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[~ Sabr ~]

Many revert Muslims have stronger faith than born Muslims!

So. True. imsad

[Innocent Soul]

A pond of milk

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.”

Moral : 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.

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:


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 t...o plant the seed, water it and come back here after 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. 3 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. "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!"

If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.
If you plant perseverance, you will reap victory.
If you plant consideration, you will reap harmony.
If you plant hard work, you will reap success.
If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.
If you plant openness, you will reap intimacy.
If you plant patience, you will reap improvements.
If you plant faith, you will reap miracles.
But
If you plant dishonesty, you will reap distrust.
If you plant selfishness, you will reap loneliness.
If you plant pride, you will reap destruction.
If you plant envy, you will reap trouble.
If you plant laziness, you will reap stagnation.
If you plant bitterness, you will reap isolation.
If you plant greed, you will reap loss.
If you plant gossip, you will reap enemies.
If you plant worries, you will reap wrinkles.
If you plant sin, you will reap guilt.

So be careful what you plant now, It will determine what you will reap tomorrow, The seeds you now scatter, Will make life worse or better, your life or the ones who will come after. Yes, someday, you will enjoy the fruits, or you will pay for the choices you plant today. Honesty in IslamSee More




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[Innocent Soul]

A 24 year Old boy seeing out from the Train's window shouted:

"Dad, look the trees are going behind!"

Dad smiled and a young Couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24year Old's Childish behaviour with Pity.

Suddenly he again Exclaimed.

"Dad look the clouds are running with Us!"

The couple couldn't resist & said to the old Man.

"why don't you take your Son to a good Doctor?"

The Old man smiled & Said.

"I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today."

THIS STORY HAS TWO MORALS :

1. Every single person on the planet has a story, don't judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you..!

2. No matter how old we grow, we will remain children for our parents. Don't forget that they are your parents when you grow up !

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:



The Journey


One day of the many days, there was a man travelling with his Wife and Kids.


On the way they met a person standing on the roadside. He asked: "Who are you?"

The man said: "I am 'the Money'."

So the man asked his wife and kids: "Should we ask him to ride with us?"

They all said together: "Yes, of course! Because 'the Money' can help us do anything we want and get anyth...ing we wished." So they took 'the Money' to ride with them. The vehicle continued on its way until they met another person on the road. The Father asked: "Who are you?"

He said: "I am 'the high position and power'."

So the father asked his wife and kids: "Should we ask him to ride with us?"

They all answered in one voice: "Yes, of course! Because with 'the high position and power' we have the ability to do anything we want and own anything we wished." So they took 'the high position and power' with them, and the vehicle continued to finish its trip.

In this way, they met with many people who promised pleasures and desires of life, UNTIL... They met one strange person... The Father asked: "Who are you?"

He said: "I am 'the Deen' (Islam)."

So the father, the wife, and the kids; all of them said in one voice: "No, no, this isn't the time, we desire the pleasures of life and the Dunyah. ‘The Deen' will prevent us and then stop us from all pleasurable things and it will take control of our lives. We will be worn-out from being loyal to it and its teachings. The Halaal and the Haraam, and this thing ‘prayer’ and that thing ‘Hijaab’, and the fasting, and; and; and; and; and; etc, It will be a burden for us!!!"

"But certainly, we will return to pick you up after we enjoy life and everything else in it."

So sadly, they left him behind and the vehicle continued on its trip.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere something appeared in the middle of the road. It was a check-point with the sign saying STOP!!! They found a man gesturing for the father to get out of the vehicle. The man said to the father: "Your trip has ended. Come with me."

The father was shocked with fear and did not say a word. The man said to him: "I am searching for ‘the DEEN’. Is he with you?"

The father answered: "No, I left him not too far back. If you could allow me to go back, I will get him for you."

The man said: "You do not have the ability to go back now. Your trip has ended and there is no returning... going back is impossible."

"But I have ‘The Money’; ‘the high position and power’; My Wife; My Kids; and; and; and; and; and; and; so on."

The man said to him: "Neither will they benefit you now nor will they protect you when you come in front of Allah. Not even one bit! You have left all of them behind. The only one that will help you now is 'The Deen' you know, the one who YOU left behind on the road."

The father asked: "And who are you exactly?"

He replied: "I AM 'the DEATH' - The one who you were heedless of - and the one who you did not think of on your trip!!!"

The father turned around and looked at his vehicle and found his wife taking control and continuing the trip along with all of the passengers besides him. And none of them had stayed behind with him. He was left all alone.

LET US NOT COMPROMISE OUR DEEN FOR THE WORLDLY THINGS. ONLY OUR DEEN WILL ACCOMPANY US BEYOND TH GRAVE. May ALLAH give us the ability to always do the things that will help us on the Day of Reckoning. Aameen

[~ Sabr ~]

SubhaanAllaah...

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:




Doctor Dies, Patient Lives




The following incident was narrated by a well known preacher of this age known as Colonel Sayed Amir Uddin, currently a Canadian resident. Over 6,000 Non-Muslims have accepted Islam through him.

He narrates: I visited a friend in a hospital who had severe cancer.





While I was there, a doctor came and gave him the bad news that he will live for only one more week. Then the doctor left to get some medicines for him. As the doctor was going down the stairs, he slipped and fell down the stairs.







He was seriously injured and died on that day. On the other hand, my friend who was suppose to die in one week lived for three more years!

This incident shows that death is unpredictable.





Today we hear about hundreds of people dieing around us but Satan tells you and me that let them die, you have a long way to go.

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:



GIFTS FROM ALLAH SWT

It was another hot and stuffy day. I had to babysit my sister's kids and my little boy. I also had some errands to run. So I had to pack all the three kids in their car seats and I headed towards the mall.

A car filled with kids is equal to a wild hurricane. I was kind of losing it; the screaming (they were singing joyously - but my bad day made it sound like screams)... by the kids was giving me a headache. All I could say was, "PLEASE BE QUIET" - but they were just enjoying their day out, fascinated with the ability to scream.

My irritation, restlessness, and routine life just got a hold of me. I didn't know what to do, so I said, "That's it! Everybody out! I am going to leave all three of you on the roadside and go home. You are too much to handle."

There was absolute pin drop silence in the car. I felt guilty for a minute. My 4-year old son, Daniyal , looked at me and said, "Mom! Aren't we gifts from Allah swt to you? Why would you want to leave us on the road?"

My anger just disappeared and I started laughing. His sentence was so profound that I could only laugh, even though the truth brought tears in my eyes. How could I have been so grouchy? The kids started laughing and after that their screams - which I guess is normal with kids, was music to my ears.

When I took them for a stroll in the mall, a lady came up to me and said, "I wish I was in your shoes. It's been 12 years since I got married and I don't have kids." I had an opportunity to pray with her .

Kids are a blessing from the Lord. Disciplining them and bringing them up is a responsibility laid upon each parent, but taking time to enjoy with them everyday, even amidst our problems, is really worth it....!!!!

It's nice to be in kids shoes too......we can learn from them to have fun even on a hot stuffy day.

[Muslim Woman]

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THE BEAUTIFUL HIJAB

Once a brother was driving while visiting in a country, along with his wife. A lady pulled up beside him and started yelling obceneties at him, and asking " why are you doing that to her". She was talking about his veiled wife.

He told her to pullover on the side, and she did.

He said "you asked me a question, I will answer it"

"where is your money he said?"

... Reluctantly she answered "in my wallet"

"where is your wallet?" he asked.

"why? Why do you want to know" she replied.

He said "you asked me a question and I will answer it, I am not going to rob you, just answer the question"

"in my purse" she said.

"where do you keep your purse?"

"Why?" she asked.

"You asked a question and I will answer it, where do you keep your purse?"

"Under the seat in my car" she answered.

"why do you do that?"

"why go through the trouble of putting your money in your wallet, then in a purse, the putting the purse under the seat?"

"To protect it, should someone want to steal it" she said.

"that is why my wife is covered, to protect her."

May ALLAH make it easy for the sisters to wear the Hijab in the CORRECT manner. May the covering of your shroud not be the first time you will wear the Hijab. Aameen.

[~ Sabr ~]

Deep stuff sis!

[Muslim Woman]

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bump on request :)

[ژاله]

MashaAllah great reminder!

[Muslim Woman]

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Everything happens for a reason (African king Story or Ethics in Islam)

Once upon a time an African king who had a close friend that he grew with. The friend had a habit to face each situation that happened in its life (positive or negative) saying: "That is good! Almighty Allah knows more". The king and his friend one day left for a hunt. The friend loaded and prepared the weapons for the king. Apparently, the friend had made something missed in the preparation of one of the weapons, the king shot and it took his thumb away. When examining the situation, the friend observed as always: "That is good! Almighty Allah knows more". The king answered, "No, this is not good", he commanded the soldiers who arrested his friend and put him in the prison. After one year, the king was hunting in a region where, cannibals appeared, and captured the king and took him to their village. They tied his hands, and piled up the firewood. When the cannibals came closer to the fire they noticed that the king did not have the thumb. As they were superstitious, they never ate who had a part of his body missing. Thus, after setting the king free, they banished him from the village. When the king arrived at its palace, remembered the incident about his thumb and felt remorse for the treatment given to his friend. Immediately, he pays a visit to the prisoner to speak with his friend. "You were right", said the king. "It was good that I lost my thumb". The king started to tell his friend everything that happened to him. "I am sorry that I have ordered you to prison for such a long period. It was a great mistake". "No", the friend said, "That was the good decision, because Almighty Allah knows more". "What do you mean by that? How it can be good decision? I ordered my best friend to prison?" The friend answered: "Remember that Almighty Allah knows more and if I was not in the prison certainly I would be with you in the hunt". Then you know what would have happened with me? "He knows what is before them and what is behind them and to Allah are all affairs turned back". Noble Qur'an, Surah Al Hajj (22:76) Do not judge the facts or events for the immediate results! Almighty Allah, the Highest, the Omniscient and the Wise, knows more. When we faced by circumstances that are no good, we react quickly, "This is not good." but, perhaps we did not know the reason behind it. It can become a good thing also. Hence, from next time onward, when we face any type of situation. Let us not jump into any conclusion, always remember. This life is a test. The good and the bad, nothing happen without any reason. Our mind is not prepared to understand the reason.

[Muslim Woman]

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A man came home from work and found his 3 children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found an even bigger mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the T....V was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.



In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife.



He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel... She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?..."
"Yes," was his incredulous reply..


She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."

♥ Appreciate your wife, thank her for the work she does on daily basis and try to help her from time to time to gain the reward from Allah SWT ♥

Remember that the Prophet salallahu alaihi wasallam would clean and help at home. He would see to his needs himself rather than demanding his wife. He would clean and see to his clothing himself......



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[Muslim Woman]

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I opened the door to find my five year old daughter , Jamila, sitting in the middle of my makeup- all scattered around her on the floor. "Jamila what are you doing?" I asked angrily.


SHe looked up at me a little fearfully and said "Mommy I just wanted to draw you a picture." Seeing the water well up in her wide blue eyes, I softened. "Why did you use Mommy's makeup instead of all the new crayons I... bought you?" I asked.


"Because," SHe replied, "these are pretty colors, and Daddy says that they make you beautiful, and I wanted your picture to be pretty, like you."


All my anger burnt out, I hugged Jamila close to me. I felt so bad now about getting angry. SHe felt the tears on my face before I did, and simply said "Don't cry Mommy. You'll always be prettier than my picture."

Appreciate the small things

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[Muslim Woman]

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99 Comapny


Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content.



One day, the King came upon a farmer who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly farmer had so much joy.



The King asked the farmer, ‘Why are you so happy?’


The farmer replied, ‘Your Majesty, I am not...hing but a farmer, but my family and I don’t need too much – just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies.’



The king was not satisfied with that reply. Later in the day, he sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King’s woes and the farmer’s story, the advisor said, ‘Your Majesty, I believe that the farmer Has not been made part of The 99 Company.’




‘The 99 Company? And what exactly is that?’ the King inquired.



The advisor replied, ’Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Company is, place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant’s doorstep.’




When the servant saw the bag, he took it into his house. When he opened the bag, he let out a great shout of joy… So many gold coins!



He began to count them. After several counts, he was at last convinced that there were 99 coins. He wondered, ‘What could’ve happened to that last gold coin? Surely, no one would leave 99 coins!’




He looked everywhere he could, but that final coin was elusive. Finally, exhausted he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to earn that gold coin and complete his collection.




From that day, the servant’s life was changed. He was overworked, horribly grumpy, and castigated his family for not helping him make that 100th gold coin. He stopped singing while he worked.



Witnessing this drastic transformation, the King was puzzled. When he sought his advisor’s help, the advisor said, ‘Your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Company.’



He continued, ‘The 99 Company is a name given to those people who have enough to be happy but are never contented, because they’re always yearning and Striving for that extra 1, saying to themselves: ‘Let me get that one final thing and then I will be happy for life.’




We can be happy, even with very little in our lives, but the minute we’re given something bigger and better, we want even more! We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires.

[Misz_Muslimah]

Death may come upon us at any time, and it is our last deed that counts most. Put together, these two realities make it clear that we must continually repent for our sins and that it is utter foolishness to put off repentance for another day.

In relation to this point, there is an interesting story related about two brothers. One of them, who lived on the top floor of a house they shared together, was a pious worshipper; the other, who lived on the ground floor, was a prolific doer of evil deeds. The former was confident- in fact, a little too confident and self-complacent for his own good. He actually desired that Shaytaan should try to tempt him, so that he could resist temptation and soar to higher levels of righteousess. One day, Iblees did appear before him, perhaps in the form of a man [it is not mentioned in the narration]. Shaytaan said, "So very sad that you have spent 40 years inhibiting the satisfaction of your desires and tiring your body in worship. You have 40 more years left to live, why don't you enjoy yourself and follow your lusts for a while. Then you can always repent and return to worship later on. After all, Allah is Most-Forgiving, Most-Merciful."

The worshipper thought to himself, "I will go down to my brother on the first floor, and I will join him in the pursuit of pleasure for 20 years. Then, in the last 20 years of my life, I will repent to Allah and worship Him." He then began to descend the stairs to the first floor.

Meanwhile, his brother was going through a transformation of his own. He thought to himself, "I wasted away my entire life in sin. My brother, the worshipper, will enter Paradise, while I will enter the Hell-fire. By Allah, I will indeed repent, go up to my brother and join him for as long as I live, in the worship of Allah. Perhaps Allah will then forgive me."

He ascended the stairs, with the intention of repenting to Allah, while his brother was desceending with the intention of leading a life of sin. The latter slipped on one of the stairs, tumbled down, and knocked down his brother. Both of them died.

It is, of course, the last deed that counts most.

[Muslim Woman]

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The story of Abu Hanifa (radi Allahu 'anhu), and his neighbor

It is well known that Abu Hanifa (radi Allahu 'anhu), did tahajjut every night. He would spend his night reciting the Quran. He had a neighbor who was an alcoholic, and he used to drink a lot and sing love poems. This used to bother the imam.




But one day, the imam did not hear this man's revelry, so he went and asked about him. They said, "Oh, so-and-so. They took him to jail." So, the very well respected imam went to the jail. He was the most respected imam and qaadi at the time in that place. When the ruler found out the imam went to the jail, he asked for the reason and was told that the imam was concerned about his neighbor who had been arrested. So, the ruler said to release the man, and he was released.




The neighbor then asked Abu Hanifa why he did that, and he replied, "Because you have a right upon me as a neighbor, and I have not been neglectful of that." That was the reason that the neighbor made tauba to Allah subhâna wa ta'âla [that is: embraced islam].

From LINK: Muslims Living in Non-Muslim Lands by Shaykh Abdullah bin Bayyah

[Daniyal32]

Nice Stories Jazakallah

[Muslim Woman]

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True story: real winners don’t give up! 20 comments

Category: Inspiring stories,True stories

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This is a true story of a young woman who went through the most gruesome fire. When you read her story, you’ll realize that your trials are absolutely nothing compared to what this young girl went through.




It was September 25, 2000. Maricel Apatan was an 11-year old girl in Zamboanga. On that day, this little girl went with her uncle to draw water.
Along the way, four men met them. They were carrying long knives. They told her uncle to face down on the ground, and they hacked him on the neck and killed him.




Maricel was in total shock, especially that the men were their neighbors. She tried to escape, but the men ran after her.




She cried, “Kuya, ‘wag po, ‘wag n’yo akong tagain! Maawa po kayo sa akin!” (“Don’t kill me! Have mercy on me!”)
But they weren’t listening. With a long knife, a man slashed her on the neck too.
Maricel fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she saw a lot of blood. She also saw the feet of the men around her, but she pretended to be dead.
When they walked away, Maricel ran back home. But along the way, she saw that both her hands were falling off. Because the men hacked them too. She cried but she kept running.





Sometimes, she would faint and fall to the ground. But she’d regain consciousness and run again.
When she was near her home, Maricel called her mother.
Upon seeing her daughter, her mother screamed in terror. She wrapped her bloodied child in a blanket and carried her to the hospital.
Here was the problem: From her house to the highway, it was a 12-kilometer walk. It took them 4 hours just to reach the highway.




When they arrived in the hospital, the doctors thought Maricel was going to die. But for 5 hours, they operated on her. It took 25 stitches to stitch together the long knife wound in her neck and back.
Maricel barely survived. And she lost both of her hands.




Ironically, the next day was Maricel’s birthday. She was 12 years old.
But tragedy didn’t end there. When they went home, they saw their home was gone. It was ransacked and burned down by the goons.


Being very poor, Maricel’s family also didn’t have P50,000 for their hospital bills.




But God sent many angels along the way to help them.
Archbishop Antonio Ledesma, a distant relative, paid for hospital bills and helped them bring the criminals to court. They were sentenced to prison.
Today, she’s staying with the nuns at Regina Rosarii with Sr. Eppie Brasil, O.P.




But this is the incredible miracle. Instead of staying down, Maricel kept running.
Instead of cursing God why she had no hands, she now uses her wrists in incredible ways that will boggle your mind.




Maricel was cited as the most industrious, best in computer, and most courteous in the School for Crippled Children.
In 2008, she graduated from a course in Hotel and Restaurant Management. She even received a Gold medal for Arts and Crafts.




In 2011, she finished her education to be a chef. Yes, a Chef without hands.




Nothing can stop this young lady from reaching her dreams.

Real Winners Don’t Give Up!

Maricel Apatan

[Muslim Woman]

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Face difficulties positively



This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever mules do when they fall into wells.


After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.



Initially the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP!
This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up!” He repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought panic and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!


It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury him actually helped him . . . all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.


THAT’S LIFE! If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity.

[jameelash]

Salam
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Here is a wonderful story that dates back to the 19th century England :
According to the account, Queen Victoria was once at a diplomatic reception in London . The guest of honor was an African chieftain. All went well during the meal until, at the end, finger bowls were served. The guest of honor had never seen a British finger bowl, and no one had thought to brief him beforehand about its purpose. So he took the bowl in his two hands, lifted it to his mouth, and drank its contents down!

For an instant there was breathless silence among the British privilege guests, and then they began to whisper to one another. All that stopped; however, when Queen Victoria silently took her finger bowl in her two hands, lifted it, and drank its contents! A moment later, 500 surprised British ladies and gentlemen simultaneously drank the contents of their own finger bowls.

It was the queen's uncommon courtesy that guarded her guest from certain embarrassment.

This is a very rare but very effective human trait which only true leaders can demonstrate!


Moral of the story

While the most common human trait is to look for chances to humiliate someone else or be neutral when they make a mistake, it takes presence of mind, uncommon courtesy to follow someone else's mistake in order to guard them from embarrassment!

[54321]

She smliled...

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.

He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.

The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.

The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.

The man on the street was grateful,
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.

He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.

On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.

The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.

He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be president.

All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.


Smile, it's sunnah :D

[Muslim Woman]

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The black dot

Inspiring stories


A small town chamber of commerce invited a speaker to address its annual dinner. The community’s economy was bad, people were discouraged, and they wanted this motivational speaker to give them a boost.
During her presentation, the speaker took a large piece of white paper and made a small black dot in the centre of it with a marking pen. Then she held the paper up before the group and ask them what they saw.
One person quickly replied, “I see a black dot.”
“Okay, what else do you see?”
Others joined in agreement : “A black dot.”
“Don’t you see anything besides the dot?” she asked.


A resounding “No” came from the audience.

“What about the sheet of paper?” asked the speaker. “I am sure you have all seen it”, she said, “But you have chosen to overlook it.”




“In life, we also tend to overlook and take for granted many wonderful things that we have or happen around us and focus our attention and energy on small, dotlike failures and disappointments. The so called ‘problems’ that we have are usually like the black dot on the paper. They are small and insignificant if we can widen our horizon and look at the whole picture.”



Are you one of the person who focus your attention and energy on dot-like problems?

Author Unknown

[Innocent Soul]

It was their anniversary, and Maryam was waiting for her husband Bilal to show up. Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute, Couldn’t-live without-each-other couple had turned bitter... Fighting over every little thing, both didn't like the way things had changed.

Maryam was waiting to see if Bilal remembered it was their anniversary! Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her husband, wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand. The two started reliving the old days. Making up for fights, there was then plans for dinner, a walk on the beach and much more.

And rain outside! It was just perfect. But the magical moment was paused when the phone in the bedroom rang. Maryam went to pick it up and it was a man.

"Hello ma'am, I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr Bilal Mahomed' number?"

"Yes it is!" "Im sorry mam; but there was an accident and a man died. We got this number from his wallet; we need u to come and identify his body."

Maryam's heart sank... "But my husband is here with me?"

"Sorry mam, but the incident took place at 2, when he was boarding the subway. Maryam was about to lose her senses. How could this happen!

She knew these type of things she has heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves! She ran into the other room. He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!

Oh God, she would have died for another chance to make amends for every little silly fight before now! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Bilal came out again and said, "Hun, I forgot to tell you my wallet was stolen today"

Life might not give you a second chance.So never waste a moment when you can make up for your deeds.Make up for your deeds!

Let's start making amends with spouses, With parents, With in-laws, With siblings, With friends, With children, With everyone in short. Share love not hate, you don't know how long you've got to live really.

[jameelash]

thank you sister innocent soul.an eyeopening story

[Serendipity]

Love this thread.

[Innocent Soul]

Are You Old?

One day an old Fox starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a Lion heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old Fox thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in big trouble now!”

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching Lion. Just as the lion is about to leap, the old Fox exclaims loudly, “Yumm, that was one delicious Lion! I wonder, if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young Lion halts his attack in mid- strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slips away into the trees.

“Whew!,” says the Lion,”That was close! That old Fox nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a Rabbit who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the Lion. So, off he goes.

The Rabbit soon catches up with the Lion, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the Lion.

The young Lion is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, Rabbit, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that Stupid old Fox!”

Now, the old Fox sees the Lion coming with the Rabbit on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?,” but instead of running, the Fox sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old Fox says…

“Where’s that stupid Rabbit? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another Lion!”

Moral of the story: Don’t mess with the old age & experience will always give an edge over the inexperienced youth.

[Muslim Woman]

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Would you have made the same choice?


At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning to
disabled children, the father of one of the students
delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who
attended.



After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he
offered a question.





"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything
nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son - Shay - cannot learn things
as other children do.



He cannot understand things as other children do.




Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
> > The audience was stilled by the query.





> The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."




The father then recounted the following story:
"Shay and I were walking past a park where some boys Shay
knew were playing baseball.




Shay turned and asked me, "Do you think they'll let me play?"



"I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it
would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.





So I approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play."





"The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he
took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.







I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put
him in to bat in the ninth inning."




"In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few
runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning
from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands."



"In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on
base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.







At this juncture, I was
wondering whether they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
game or do they have someone else bat in his place?"






"Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a
hit was all but impossible cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to
the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so
Shay could at least be able to make contact.






The first pitch came and Shay
swung clumsily and missed.






The pitcher again took a few steps
forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.





As the pitch came in, Shay
swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher."



"The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have
easily
thrown the ball to the first baseman.



Shay would have been out and that
could have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and turned and threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the
reach of the first baseman."






"Everyone started yelling," Shay, run to first! Run to
first!"








Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base.





He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"




"By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had
the ball.






He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the
tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.




Shay ran toward second base
as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home."





"Shay reached second base, where the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to
third!"






"As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were
screaming, "Shay, run home!"






"Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as
the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team."



"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling
down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world." :)






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[Muslim Woman]

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Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.

Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?"

So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I smoke while I pray?

But the Priest says, "No, my son, you may not. That's utter disrespect to our religion."

Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him.

Max says, "I'm not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try." And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I pray while I smoke?"

To which the Priest eagerly replies, "By all means, my son. By all means."

Moral: The reply you get depends on the question you ask.

For Example: Can I work on this project while I'm on leave?




Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/382309-two-sho...#ixzz23Ug4u72s

[Muslim Woman]

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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 nice!!", 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, the 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!!!!!!"



Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/335913-100-sho...#ixzz23UhA19qS

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:

ONE BEDROOM FLAT...

WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN ENGINEER..

A
Bitter Reality

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in
Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the
land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it
was as if a dream had come true.


Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I
would be staying in this country for about Five years in which
time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement,
the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.


I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling
homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and
speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and
pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange
rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have
only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within
these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.
Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for
all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be
talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through
all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting
shorter I was forced to select one candidate..


In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get
married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After
the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after
them, we returned to USA.


My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she
started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India
increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our
savings started diminishing.

After two more years we started to
have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us
by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked
me to come to Indiaso that they can see their grand-children.


Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part
monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting
Indiawas a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a
message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I
couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The
next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there
was no one to do the last rights the society members had done
whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.


After couple more years passed away, much to my children's
dislike and my wife's joy we returned to Indiato settle down.
I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my
savings were short and the property prices had gone up during
all these years. I had to return to the USA....


My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to
stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USAafter
promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an
American and my son was happy living in USA ... I decided that
had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India ... I
had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a
well-developed locality.


Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is
for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife
has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes

I wondered was it worth all this?

My father, even after staying in India,

Had a house to his name and I too have
the same nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing.
This ****ed cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these
children are losing their values and culture because of it. I
get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well
at least they remember me.


Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will
be performing my last rights, God Bless them.

But the question
still
remains 'was all this worth it?'

I am still searching for an answer.................!!!

START THINKING

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..

START LIVING IT ……. Reply





Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/317400-short-m...#ixzz24Fphu3mL

[Innocent Soul]

Power of Positive Talk

A man was lost while driving through the countryside. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.

“Warwick can get you out of that ditch,” said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, “Yep, old Warwick can do the job.” The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!”

And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.

The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, “Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?”

The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.”

[Innocent Soul]

The little boy

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.

She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”

The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”

Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”

The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son?One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else.

“I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die.

Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.”

She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”

Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult.

It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

“Dear Mom,

I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU.

I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with.

But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what?

Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter.

I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.”

[Misz_Muslimah]

Laundry is not very clean

A young couple moved into a new neighbourhood. The next morning whilst eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbour hanging the wash outside.

"That laundry is not very clean", she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbour would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.

About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this." The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."

And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look. Easy to discuss other people, their lives and things that really doesn’t even concern us - and we tend to forget – our window isn't that clean after all!

[Misz_Muslimah]

Game Over

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,

"This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."

The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,

"Which do you want, son?"

The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.
"What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question?
Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?"

The boy licked his cone and replied,

"Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER.

Moral : Don't be too quick to judge who is dumb and who isn't - It may just be that - you are making a fool of yourself.

[_Y168]

Great idea for a thread... MA Shaa Allah!

[Innocent Soul]

A very inspiring story

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the post graduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"

The youth answered,"None."

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"

The youth answered,"My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees."

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered,"My mother worked as laundry woman."

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"

The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me."

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning."

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.

His mother felt strange. Happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the young man.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that.

It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee.

The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes."

The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."

The youth said:

1. I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not have been the successful me today.

2. By working together and helping my mother, only now I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationships.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired."

Later on, this young person worked very hard and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

Something to think about:

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, will develop an "entitlement mentality" and will always put himself first. He will be ignorant of his parent's efforts.

When he starts work, he will assume that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he will never know the sufferings of his employees and will always blame others.

For this kind of a person, who may be good academically and maybe successful for a while, eventually he will not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.

If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?

You can let your children live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.

After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid.

You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.

The most important things are that your children learn how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learn how to work with others to get things done.

Maybe you have read this story already but please read the part below the story. :)

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:

It is mentioned that when al-Hafidh Ibn Hajr was the chief justice (of Egypt), one day he was passing through the market with a caravan, looking well groomed. So a Jew who was selling hot oil, looking very disheveled and dirty because of the oil, accosted him by grabbing the reins of his mule saying•►“Yaa Shaykhul-Islaam, you claim that your prophet said that the dunyaa is a prison for the mu’min and a jannah for the kaafir; so what type of prison are you in and what type of jannah am I in?“ He (Ibn Hajr) replied•►“Regarding what Allaah has prepared for me in the hereafter from its bliss, then it is as if I am in prison, and with regards to what Allaah has prepared for you in the hereafter from its punishment, then it is as if you are in jannah.” [ ] At which point the Jew became a Muslim. (Faydhul-Qadeer: 3/546)

[Bint-e-Adam]

The Patient Old Man

When passing through a mountain pass, a bedouin (villager) once came across an old man who was blind and who seemed to be afflicted with various ailments all over his body. It was clear that he was wasting away. He was even paralyzed and was constantly forced to remain in a seated position. The Bedouin could clearly hear him say, "All praise is for Allah, Who has kept me safe from ailments with which He has tested many among His creation; and He has indeed preferred me over many among those that He created."

"My brother!" exclaimed the bedouin. "What have you been saved from? By Allah, I think that you have been afflicted with every single kind of ailment!"

"Go away from me," said the old man, as he raised his head. "Do I not still have a tongue with which I can pronounce His Oneness, and with which I can remember Him every single moment? And do I not still have a heart with which I can know Him?"

These words of the old man were enough for the bedouin to repent to Allah for his sins and ask Him for forgiveness.

Remember, there is always someone else who is in more problem than you.

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:




God's justice and mercy


It is related that a woman went to Prophet Dawud (A.S) and said “O Prophet of Allah; is your Lord an oppressor or is He just?”


The prophet replied, “Woe unto you, O woman, He is the All-Just, Who never oppresses. What is your story?”

She explained that she was a widow, with three daughters and that she provided for them by what she would spin with her hands. She explained, “Yesterday, I tied what I had spun into a red cloth to sell in the marketplace so as to provide for my children.



As I was walking, a bird came and snatched the cloth of me and flew away, leaving me with nothing to sell for the provision of my children.”

As the woman was speaking to Dawud, someone came knocking on his door. He gave permission for them to enter and learned that they were ten businessmen bringing with them one hundred dinars each.




They said “O Prophet of Allah, give this wealth to one that is deserving.” Dawud asked them what had brought them to him with their wealth.





They explained, “O Prophet of Allah, we were on a boat, the wind was very violent, and we were about to drown when a bird came and dropped a red cloth on us. In this cloth was some yard and with this we were able to block the hole in the ship until the winds subsided and we vowed that each one of us would give one hundred dinars in charity. So give that amount to whomever you please.”





Dawud turned to the women and said, “Your Lord does business for you in the land and in the sea, yet you ask whether He oppresses!”




He gave her the 1000 dinars and said, “Spend this on your children.”



At times things don't always go how we want it to go, BUT remember ALLAH is the best of PLANNERS. Oh ALLAH, grant us the ability to have patience and always be happy with what happens.

[Bint-e-Adam]

The Woman Who Was The Master Of Bayazid Bestami (ra)It is said that when Bayazid Bestami was asked who his master was, he explained:She was an old woman.
One day, I was possessed by such ecstacy and yearning and sense of unity that not even a hair of anything else could be found in me. In this selfless mood, I went for a stroll in the desert, where I happened to meet an elderly lady burdened with a bag of flour.
She asked me to carry the flour for her, but I was incapable of taking it, so I beckoned to a lion to take the load. The lion came up to me and I laid the sack upon its back. I then asked the old lady what she intended to say to the townspeople since I did not want them to apprehend who I was.
"I'll tell them," she replied, "that I met a vain tyrant."
"What are talking about?" I exclaimed.
The lady explained thus, first asking: "Has the lion been put to trouble or not?"
"No," I answered. -
"Except for the fact that you burden down those whom God Himself has not burdened!" she objected. "Is that not oppression?"
"So it is", I admitted.
"And, despite this", she continued, "still you desire the townspeople to know that you have subjected a lion and are a miracle worker. Is that not vanity?"
"Yes, it is", I confessed.
So I repented, experiencing abasement from my former exaltation. Indeed that old woman's words performed the function of a spiritual guide and master for me.

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:

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.

is it possible for human being to see angels like this ?

[Misz_Muslimah]

A Unique take on Forgiveness

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.


Suddenly, my daughter, spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. “Dad, I’m thinking of something.”


This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear. What are you thinking?” I asked.


“The rain,” she began, “is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like Allah wiping our sins away.”


After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. “That’s really good,” Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked…
”Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?”


She didn’t hesitate one moment with her answer: “We keep on sinning, and Allah just keeps on forgiving us.”


I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.

[Innocent Soul]

Is your work recognized?

There was a farmer who collected horses; he only needed one more breed to complete his collection. One day, he found out that his neighbor had the particular horse breed he needed. So, he constantly bothered his neighbor until he sold it to him.

A month later, the horse became ill and he called the veterinarian, who said:- Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days. I’ll come back on the 3rd day and if he’s not better, we’re going to have to put him down.Nearby, the goat listened closely to their conversation.

The next day, they gave him the medicine and left. The goat approached the horse and said: Be strong, my friend. Get up or else they’re going to put you to sleep!
On the second day, they gave him the medicine and left. The goat came back and said: Come on buddy, get up or else you’re going to die! Come on, I’ll help you get up. Let’s go! One, two, three…

On the third day, they came to give him the medicine and the vet said: Unfortunately, we’re going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise, the virus might spread and infect the other horses.

After they left, the goat approached the horse and said: Listen pal, it’s now or never! Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get
up! Get up! That’s it, slowly! Great! Come on, one, two, three… Good, good. Now faster, come on…. Fantastic! Run, run more! Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you’re a champion!
All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting: It’s a miracle! My horse is cured. This deserves a party. Let’s kill the goat!

Points for reflection:
This often happens in the workplace. Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves the merit of success, or who’s actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen.
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A SKILL!
If anyone ever tells you that your work is unprofessional, remember: Amateurs built the Ark and professionals built the Titanic.

[Innocent Soul]

Wet Pants

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.

He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it...

When the guys find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, “Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I’m dead meat.”

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!”
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out.

All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. “You’ve done enough, you klutz!”

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

[Bint-e-Adam]

A heart touching very short story

24year Old boy seeing out from the Train's window
Shouted, "Dad, look the trees are going behind!".
Dad smiled and a young Couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24year Old's Childish behaviour with Pity.

Suddenly he again Exclaimed. "Dad look the clouds are running with Us!" .
The couple couldn't resist & said to the old Man. "why don't you take your Son to a good Doctor?"
The Old man smiled & Said. ."I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today." ♥

MORAL : Every Single Person On The Planet Has a Story :')

-Don't Judge People Before You Truly Know Them.

[Innocent Soul]

Red this beautiful story. I am unable to copy it.

Click here

[Mathsisfun]

Power of Positive Talk

A man was lost while driving through the countryside. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.
“Warwick can get you out of that ditch,” said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, “Yep, old Warwick can do the job.” The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!”
And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.
The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, “Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?”
The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.”

[Innocent Soul]

Heart touching true story


Anfal, a rich young girl, sat waiting impatiently at the doctor’s clinic to get the results of a medical test. She was in a hurry to attend a party and feared she might be late for her appointment with the hairdresser. She never thought the result would be anything important. It was just a precaution insisted upon by her family.


She had never suffered any serious illness, apart from the odd ache in her, apart from the odd ache in her limbs. Then, it was her turn to see the doctor. She hurried inside to get it over with as quickly as possible. She was surprised to see the doctor look sad and concerned as he asked, “Is this yours?”

She answered, “No, it is my daughter’s.”

She wanted to know the truth and thought that perhaps he would hide the truth, if she told him it was her own. He asked her to have a seat, so she sat feeling somewhat afraid. She looked at him anxiously, as he said,

“Why did not you send a man to get the results?”

Anfal said, “It was on my way so there was no need to send someone else.”

The doctor looked sadly at her and said, “You seem to be an educated girl. You understand the nature of life.”

He stopped talking, and she began to tremble.

She asked, “What do you mean doctor?”

The doctor said, “The result indicates that there is a blood disease.” He looked down at his papers and remained silent. Anfal had to ask him to give her more information. She cried in fear, “Is it cancer?”

He did not look at her, but a cloud of sadness covered his face. It was as if he was sentencing her to death.

She said in a broken voice, “I am finished then.” The doctor knew then that she had lied, but it was too late to hide the truth. He looked kindly at her and said, “I am sorry for you. Why did you lie? Anyway life and death are matters within Allah’s power. Many sick people live long and many healthy ones die.”

Anfal felt as if she were drowning, as if a hard fist was cruelly squeezing her heart. She tried hard to regain her strength and said, “I do apologize. Thank you doctor.”

The doctor encouraged her saying, “Be strong and optimistic. Medical science is constantly progressing. Some of today’s incurable sicknesses can be cured tomorrow I still have hope. Leave me your telephone number.” She repeated the number automatically without knowing what she was saying. Feeling great shock and bitterness, she again thanked the doctor and left.

At home she kept the truth to herself. She did not know how to share it. Anyway, everyone was busy, getting ready for the party. Her mother asked, “Have you been to the doctor? Why did not you go to the hairdresser?” It was just a by-the-way question, needing no answer. She briefly said, “I am not going to the party !”

She went upstairs into her room and locked the door.

She stretched out on her bed fully clothed and listened to her family’s voices, as if they were coming from a far away place. The wind seemed to her to be a funeral sad tune, lamenting her approaching death.

The bedroom seemed strange to her as she would be leaving it soon. What about the house? It would not remember her. She was just a guest. Others would take her room and soon forget her. She tried to cry but tears did not help.

She looked around her in pain. Those curtains that she had tried so hard to get, would stay after her. It would not have mattered if they had been made of the roughest fabric, she would leave them for others. She wished she had not troubled herself for such things. She wished she had saved her time and money for more useful things, which could have been helpful to her in her difficulty.

She wondered, “What is useful to me?” She was young, beautiful and rich with everything her heart could desire. Could anything help her and save her from death? She had always longed for an official job with a good salary. She had it, but could it save her from death?

An idea struck her. She hurried to the phone while everyone was away. She dialed the doctor’s number and asked eagerly, “If I travel abroad can I find a cure?”

He said, “There is nothing new abroad. It is a waste of money.”

She put the phone down and sat on a nearby chair.

Her salary would not change matters. She walked through the house’s rooms as if saying her farewells. She paced the small garden and looked at the trees. She whispered,

“I wish these trees knew I am leaving them, those stones, walls…I wish these doors knew my hands will soon no longer open them. I wish those flowers, that I planted and watered knew. How often the thorns and hard stones tore my hands!

How often I watered those dying flowers with my tears when there was no water. I wish they knew the meaning of my departure. These fruiting trees were tiny when I planted them. I did my best to help them flourish until they grew up healthy and fruitful. Will they know I am soon leaving? Will they remember my days in their company?

What about these seats, I used to rest on. Will they miss my presence? Will they be ready for someone else to settle on them? My writing desk felt my writing in tears and in smiles, does it know I am leaving? Will it miss my pen and papers in its drawers? I wish they all knew I am leaving. I wish I had known I was leaving, then I would not have cared so much for this life. I would not have felt proud and arrogantânt
Had I known I were a guest in this world I would not have been cheated or tempted by its luxuries

Had I known this I would have been aware that leaving a simple life is easier than leaving a luxurious one…

Had I lived a simple life, I would not have found it difficult to cross from this world to the next. My family is now enjoying the party…how often I longed for such parties, how much I cared for fashion and hairstyles! Can they help me now?”

Anfal threw herself down on the nearest chair as if she had realized a truth previously unknown to her.

She said, “What shall I take with me? Nothing but the coffin and my deeds. What kind of deeds will go with me on my long journey? Nothing! Yes, nothing!” She remembered her friend Sarah, who used to advise her and guide her to the right path of Allah. She used to remind her of the Qur’anic verse: …and make provision, for the provision is the guarding of oneself. [Al-Baqarah:239]

She had never considered the importance of good deeds. Now she was in need of such deeds to present to Allah. She would stand to give her account, but what would she say? How could she expect Allah’s mercy when she disobeyed His orders? How could she ask for forgiveness when she never even thought of obeying Him in her life’s affairs?

She wished she had read the Holy Qur’an instead of all those cheap novels. She wished she had gained some knowledge of her religion instead of reading film-star magazines. She continued wishing she had done few things, and not done other things. She wished she had not angered this person or that, and had never lied or gossiped about anyone. She wished she had not been proud and despised the poor.

She said, “I wish I could start my life all over again to make-up for my errors and to obey Allah’s orders. I worshipped my desires and ignored my Creator. I wish I could live for a while to make up for my sins.”

She remembered a Qur’anic verse, her grandfather used to recite: Until when death overtakes one of them he says: Send me back, my Lord. Haply I may do good in that which I have left. By no means! It is a mere word that he speaks, and before them is a barrier until the day they are raised. [Al-Mominun: 99]

Here she said, “Oh God, I do mean it…” Tears burst from her eyes. She cried bitterly in repentance, not pain. She decided to obey Allah in all His orders if she lived a bit longer. The phone rang and she walked towards it lazily. Tears in her eyes she said, “Yes?”

Someone said, “Can I speak to Miss Anfal?” She knew the speaker. It was her doctor. She said, “Yes, speaking.”

The doctor said cheerfully, “Congratulations my daughter! There is nothing wrong with you. Thank God!”

She was stunned with surprise. She did not know what to say. “No disease? How? You are joking, doctor!”

The doctor said, “May Allah protect me I am not joking. I have just got an apology from the analyst. He explained that there was a mix-up with the names. Your name was written instead of someone else. I have your medical report here in front of me. You are quite well. Be thankful to Allah my daughter.”

Excitedly she said, “Thanks be to Allah, Thank you doctor.”

She put the phone down, feeling as if she was new born. She knew she was safe for a while, but death would certainly come one day. She had no time to waste. However long she lived she was a guest.

The first thing she did was to perform her prayer, which she had neglected for a long time. She promised Allah to obey His orders to pray, fast, and stick to wearing decent clothes. She would also give up whatever Allah had forbidden.

In order not to forget this, she wrote the Qur’anic verse on a placard and hung it on the wall. On the other side she wrote a wise saying:
“Repent the day before you die. Because you do not know when you will die, then always be repentant.”

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:




The Power of Istighfar

During his old age, while Imam Ahmed was traveling he stopped by a town. After the prayers, he wanted to stay for the night in the masjid yard because he didn’t know anyone in the town. Owing to his humility, he hadn’t introduced himself to anyone thinking that if he did, he would be welcomed by many people.



Failing to recognize Ahmed Ibn Hanbal, the caretaker of the mosque refused to let him stay in the mosque. Imam Ahmed tried numerous times, but the guard did not accept his requests. Frustrated, Imam Ahmed resolved to spend the night in the masjid yard. The guard became furious. As Imam Ahmed was quite old, the caretaker had to drag him out of the mosque. On seeing this, a baker from a nearby place felt pity for this man (Imam Ahmed) and offered to be the host to him for the night. During his stay with the baker, Imam Ahmed observed that the baker would constantly recite Istighfar (seek forgiveness from Allah). Imam Ahmed asked the baker if the constant practice of saying Istighfar had any effect on him.



The baker responded, "By Allah! No duaa (supplication to God) I made except that it was answered but one."



"And what is that?" asked Imam Ahmed.



"To be able to see the famed Imam Ahmed Ibn Hanbal!" Replied the baker.



On this, Imam Ahmed Ibn Hanbal said that Allah had not only listened to his dua but had dragged him (Imam Ibn Hanbal) onto his (the baker’s) doorsteps.
[Summarized from Al Jumuah magazine, vol 19, issue 7]



This story is a reminder of the power of saying Istighfaar (seeking forgiveness) frequently. Let’s remember that the Prophet (sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam) used to say Istighfaar frequently during the day.



Tafseer Al-Qurtubi states:



A man complained to Al-Hasan about a drought, and he said to him: "Pray to Allah for forgiveness."



Another man complained to him of poverty and he said to him: "Pray to Allah to forgive you."


Another man said to him: "Pray to Allah to bless me with a child." He said: "Pray to Allah for forgiveness."


Another complained to him that his garden was dry. He said to him: "Pray to Allah for forgiveness."


He was asked about it and he said: "This is not my personal opinion, for Allah says in Surah Nooh (interpretation of the meaning): 'Ask forgiveness from your Lord, verily, He is Oft Forgiving; He will send rain to you in abundance. And give you increase in wealth and children, and bestow on you gardens and bestow on you rivers.'" Tafseer Al-Qurtubi (18/301-302)



One of the narrators of a Hadith was asked about the manner in which forgiveness is to be sought, to which he answered: "The Messenger of Allah (sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam) used to say: 'Astaghfirullah! Astaghfirullah! (I beseech Allah for forgiveness, I beseech Allah for forgiveness)'." [Sahih Muslim].

[Muslim Woman]

:sl:


A bowl of noodles from a stranger
That night, Sue quarreled with her mother, then stormed out of the house. While enroute, she remembered that she did not have any money in her pocket, she did not even have enough coins to make a phone call home.



At the same time, she went through a noodle shop, picking up sweet fragrance, she suddenly felt very hungry. She wished for a bowl of noodles, but she had no money!
The seller saw her standing wheat faltered before the counter and asked:



- Hey little girl, you want to eat a bowl?
- But … but I do not carry money … she shyly replied.
- Okay, I’ll treat you – the seller said – come in, I will cook you a bowl.



A few minutes later the owner brought her a steaming bowl of noodles. Ate some pieces, Sue cried.
- What is it? – He asked.
- Nothing. I am just touched by your kindness! – Sue said as she wiped her tears.
- Even a stranger on the street gives me a bowl of noodles, and my mother, after aquarrel, chased me out of the house. She iscruel!!




The seller sighed:
- Girl, why did you think so? Think again. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you felt that way. Your mother had raised you since you were little, why were you not grateful and disobeyed your mom?
Sue was really surprised after hearing that.



“Why did I not think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel indebted, and my mother has raised me since I was little and I have never felt so, even a little.”
On the way home, Sue thought in her head what she would say to her mother when she arrives home: “Mom, I’m sorry. I know it is my fault, please forgive me … ”




Once up the steps, Sue saw her mother worried and tired of looking for her everywhere. Upon seeing Sue, her mother gently said: “Sue, come inside honey. You are probably very hungry? I cooked rice and prepared the meal already, come eat while it is still hot …”
Can not control any longer, Sue cried in her mom’s hands.



In life, we sometimes easy to appreciate the small actions of some people around us, but for the relatives, especially parents, we see their sacrifices as a matter of natural …
Parental love and concern are the most precious gifts we have been given since birth.
Parents do not expect us to pay back for nurturing us …… but have we ever appreciated or treasure the unconditional sacrifice of our parents?

Translated from a Vietnamese story by Tina

[Innocent Soul]

A violin with three strings

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, a violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City.

If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight.

He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play.

By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play.

But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap – it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do.

We figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage – to either find another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again.

The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before.

Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.

You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.

He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said – not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone – “You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.”

What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the definition of life – not just for artists but for all of us.

Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes music with three strings, and the music he made that night with just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had four strings.

So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make ‘music’, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make ‘music’ with what we have left.

[Innocent Soul]

One Tight Slap

A young girl was once walking along a road. After a while she sensed that she was being followed. She turned around to find a boy walking behind her. She asked him as to why he was following her. He replied that he loves her deeply and was infatuated with her extreme beauty. She said to him, “My beauty is nothing. My sister is walking behind and she is much more beautiful than me.” As soon as she said this, the boy turned around to look behind him. But as he turned to look, the girl gave him a tight slap and said to him, “Do you not have any shame? You claim to love me, but you turn your gaze towards someone other than me!!”

Lesson: In the very same way, it should never be that we claim to love Allah Ta’ala but our hearts are inclined to the haraam fashions, lusts and temptations of this temporary world. The one in who’s heart the love of Allah Ta’ala has settled will never look in any other direction.

(This is not related to worldly matters)

[Innocent Soul]

The Day I Died

It was Halloween night. I made plans with my friends Omar and Malik to go watch SAW 3 at a nearby theatre in Santa Monica, California. We were running late and I realized that I had not prayed Isha but I didn't say anything because I did not want to upset the mood. "I'll just pray afterwards," I told myself.

I only lived 26 years. My 27th birthday was exactly two weeks away. I always imagined I would live long. At least until age 60. It just wasn't imaginable that I would have such a sudden, unexpected death.

I graduated from the University of Southern California three years earlier with a degree that means absolutely nothing right now. Shortly after, I landed a job as the marketing director of a major clothing company. Aside from the usual life problems, I was living a normal life.

My girlfriend of four years was starting to pressure me into us getting a place together. I knew I wasn't supposed to have a girlfriend in the first place but I enjoyed her company and friendship. I wasn't ready to give that up. I used to always tell myself that eventually I would marry her. Plus, what would these few years of living a sinful life mean by the time I got older?

My job, girlfriend and friends took up the majority of my time. It seemed I never had time to pray. I hardly even had time to sit down and eat. Offering prayer was always something that irritated me. I did give an effort to keep up on my prayers but for the last two years of my life I gave up. I pretty much stopped praying altogether.

I never made it home in time to pray that night. SAW 3 was a walk through the rose garden compared to what I was about to experience. I was doing 80 on the route 10 freeway. At 12 midnight, 80 mph is not considered speeding. Omar flipped through FM radio stations searching for the song he liked. Malik had fallen asleep in the back seat. I began to doze off too. I used to hate when that happened. I shook out of what seemed like a 10 second snooze. I tried to keep my eyes open. But again I dozed off.

Omar screamed, "HEY!" It was too late. The car struck the center divider and spun back into the flow of traffic. An on coming car hit my door. That car was also hit by another vehicle. We finally came to a halt somewhere in the middle of the freeway, a hundred yards from the spot of the collision. I didn't feel any pain. I was just dizzy. I heard Omar and Malik moaning as good civilians tried pulling us from the wreck.

I wasn't rescued until the fire fighters arrived. It was quite a task recovering my battered body from my totalled car. Breathing became difficult. The fire fighters huddled around me and frantically applied device after device. "He's not gonna make it," I heard one of them say. I'm not gonna make it? How? I didn't feel like I was dying. I felt nothing. My heart started pounding. I was soaked in sweat and blood. I saw Malik standing over the top of me with tears in his eyes. "Don't quit on me", he told me. At that time I knew it was over. I started to cry.

The fire fighters moved him away as they made last attempts to revive me. I died. An angel came to me and removed my soul. I watched him fly away with it in disbelief. "How could you? I'm not even 27," I pleaded. "It's time," he told me and left...

Two minutes later they pulled a white sheet over me. Omar and Malik, apparently doing better than me, pulled the sheet back to look at me one last time. They cried their eyeballs out. I had known them ever since I was 13 years old and had never seen either one cry. It was a depressing sight.

The ride to the morgue, until then, was the worst experience I ever had. I was alone. It was dark and cold. I missed my mom. I missed my brother. I missed my sister. I wished I had spent that last night with my family instead of with Omar and Malik. I worried what my mother was going to do when she saw me in this state. I was ugly. When we finally arrived, I was placed in another cold room with dozens of other dead people.

I missed my family so much. Every so often a family came in to view their dead. I always thought it was my family but it wasn't. Hour after hour passed. No mom. No dad. I started to cry again. Then one odd hour I recognized voices. My father walked in with my mother in his arms. His face was worn from stress. Hers wet with tears. They just stared into my eyes and cried. I stared back. I wanted to tell them I loved them. I couldn't. I wanted to hug them. I couldn't. Mom stroked my bloodied hair and kissed my forehead. Dad held her up from collapsing. He slowly pulled her away.

I was to be buried the next day. When my parents left, it hit me. I never made Isha prayer! My heart jumped out my chest. I owed Allah a prayer and failed to deliver it to Him. I had hundreds of missed prayers over the past two years. Now I was about to face Him. I felt powerless. For those of you who have never experienced guilt at death, there is not a worldly feeling that amounts to it. It is guilt and sorrow at another level. I tried getting up to make Isha prayer but I couldn't move. It was over. I had no second chance.

Then I began to think back. I never knew my memory was so good. I had more than enough time to ponder as I was awaiting my burial. I literally remember every single prayer I missed and reasons why I missed them. Most were laziness, procrastination and neglectfulness. I knew I was in trouble. I wished they would take longer to bury me. I failed! I failed!

My girlfriend paid me a visit. She was a devil. When I was alive I saw her as a pretty angel. My pretty angel who loved me and would do anything to make me happy. If I had the ability, I would have cursed her and demanded her to leave the morgue. She put her hand on my forehead. I allowed her to do that for the past four years. Now that I opposed to it, I could do nothing about it. The devil cried for hours at my side. She just would not leave. I felt cheated. I felt like she pulled a joke on me for the past couple of years of my life. I hated this devil! She was ugly! She smelled horrible! She finally left... As she walked out the door my heart was filled with fear and anxiety.

The funeral was simple. My body was washed. I didn't seem to care that my naked body was exposed. My worries far surpassed my desire to be modest. I was wrapped in three white sheets. About 300 people attended my funeral. I was saddened not to see my mom at the funeral. I wished she came to see me one last time before they put me in the ground. I never knew so many people cared about me. Many just stared at the tightly wrapped figure in disbelief. Others cried and cried some more.

The mass prayed for me. Thousands of individual prayers were made. They asked Allah to have mercy on me. They asked Him to forgive me. I wanted to pray for myself but I couldn't speak. I was helpless. I was carried to the hole in the middle of the barren desert. The people followed. It seemed like slow motion. I didn't want to go. If I had 24 bonus hours I would pray non-stop. They lowered me into the ground. The anticipation was eating away at me. I had surely failed life.

I thought back on everything I had worked so hard to accomplish. I earned a college degree. I had a well paying job. I spent hours and hours in the gym ever since I was 16 years old developing my body. I had a pretty girlfriend who loved me. In that life, that was a badge of honor. But as they were lowering me into this grave, which seemed like it took forever, I realized I couldn't use any of those "accomplishments". If only I had been that dedicated to praying five times daily, I would have been at peace right now. Instead I am a nervous wreck beyond anything you all can comprehend.

Dirt fell in my hole. Darkness overcame my new home. The last shovels of sand filled the grave. Everyone sadly walked away. The graveyard started to empty. Family by family. Mine was the last to leave. I could hear their footsteps as they walked away. By nightfall it was just me. All alone. My wrapping was soaked in sweat. I nervously awaited the angels to come and question me.

They finally did. My final judgment has not been reached yet. I am now waiting for judgment day. Still lying here, alone, as day comes and night falls. Soon I will meet Allah Himself and He will decide whether He will forgive me or not. I can only lay here, wait and hope The All Forgiving, The Most Merciful forgives me and does not punish me. I hope. That is all I have right now. Hope.

This is a story but also the reality of life. You will die one day. Could be tomorrow. Could be today. For the sinners there will be torture in the grave. Please take this serously. DO NOT WASTE THIS PRECIOUS TIME WHILE YOU ARE ALIVE.

[sambhunath]

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 !

Story 2 :

Once there was a sales man whose sales ranged between 80% to 95% of his budget. Disheartened with the results, he took an appointment with a marketing consultant, to know where he was wrong. He reached the consultant's office at the appointed time. After entering the office he saw two doors, instead of a receptionist. One door was marked "SALES LESS THAN 100%" and the other door was marked "SALES MORE THAN 100%". Since his average sale was less than 100%, he entered to the Ist door. After entering the room he found two more doors - one was marked "EARN INCENTIVES" and the other door was marked "NOT EARN INCENTIVES". Since he did not earn incentive on regular basis, he entered the IInd door. He again found two doors, one was marked "HAPPY WITH YOUR SELF" and the other was marked "NOT HAPPY WITH YOUR SELF". Since he was not an achiever, he was not happy and so entered the IInd door. And surprisingly on entering it he found himself on the same street where he had entered.


Moral of these two stories

If we continue to work with same attitude and with same approach, if our style of functioning remains the same, if we take same steps then we will meet the same fate. Similar actions again and again will lead to similar results, again and again. To get different or desired results : we have to bring about a change in our attitude, in our approach towards our customer, bring about a change in our style of functioning, thus we must open different doors.

Right. We have to bring about a change in our attitude,approach and style of functioning to meet the target or more of it. But mostly it depends upon the products and quality,it utility etc. in this competitive world.

[Innocent Soul]

The Teacher

One day a 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 was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.

She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed! with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her.

Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark'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 Mark 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 Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, 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, " Vicki 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 Mark 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 one day will be.

Remember, you reap what you sow, what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

(I don't remember if I posted this before but there have been some discussions a bit related to this story)

[Innocent Soul]

I Don’t Want To Go To Friday Prayer!

A man wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to listen the Sermon every Friday.
“I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. 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 they are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.”

This started a real controversy in the “Letters to the Editor” column, much to the dismay 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 what the menu was 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 those meals, I would be dead today.”

[zAk]

A wise and pious rich man, sensing his approaching death, called his son to his side and gave him these instructions: "My son, I shall be leaving you very shortly. On the day when I die, and they have washed my body and come to wrap it in the shroud, I want you to put one of my socks on my foot. This is my final request of you."

Soon after this, the old man did indeed die, leaving behind his goods and property, his children and his dependents. Family, friends, acquaintances and neighbours attended his funeral. The body had been washed and was almost completely wrapped in the shroud, when the son remembered his father's wish. Finding one of his old socks, he handed it to the washer of the dead, saying, "In accordance with my father's last request, please put this sock on his foot."

"That is quite impossible,” said the man. "Such a thing is utterly impermissible in Islam. I cannot act against the Sacred Law." Despite this valid objection, the son insisted, "That was my father's final request; it must certainly be carried out."

The washer of the dead was unmoved. "If you won't take my word for it," he said, "go and ask the mufti. He will confirm what I tell you, that it is not permissible." Holding up the funeral, they consulted the mufti, preachers and scholars, all of whom declared that this was not permissible in Islam. Just then, an aged friend of the deceased interrupted the debate with these words to the son: "My boy, your late father entrusted me with a letter which I was to hand over to you after his departure. Here, this letter belongs to you." So saying, he gave him an envelope. Taken by surprise, the boy opened the envelope and read out the contents of his father's letter:

"My son, all this wealth and property I have left to you. Now you see: at the last moment, they won't even let you give me an old sock to wear. When you yourself come one day to be in my condition they will also refuse to let you keep anything but your shroud. Few yards of shroud are all you will be able to carry over from this fleeting world into the Hereafter. So pull yourself together and be prepared. Spend the fortune I have left you, not for the satisfaction of vain desires, but in ways pleasing to Allah, that you may achieve honour in both worlds." [Author Unknown]

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[Wynter]

So this is 6k and was my major for this year, I'll drop it in a spoiler so as not to take up massive space, hope you enjoy.

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Playing God “Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.”

The car droned on as they sat in silence, the gentle hum of the engine the only thing that filled his ears. The hood on his head made him oblivious to the outside world, the only thing he could feel was the sweat on his palms as he waited in silence. The men inside the vehicle watched him carefully as they travelled down the road before making a sharp turn to the left. They hadn’t said anything to each other; not one person had spoken a word. In their minds he was just a regular customer, but he didn’t think he was.
For how many people paid for the chance to kill someone?
“Anyone, pick anyone.”

The words still rang in his ears from the day they’d been said to him. How many people had been at the forefront of his mind at that moment? He remembered thinking about that annoying neighbour who just couldn’t keep her nose out of his business. The guy at his office who had gotten the promotion over him just two months ago, and always found a way to come onto his floor and rub his success in his face. It was just amazing how all those small grievances could take such a deep root in your mind, and the moment you could just end them you would; almost without a thought.
But they weren’t the reason he was here, they weren’t the reason he had even considered this in the first place. So, as soon as they’d entered his mind they’d left just as quickly. Because as much as he hated them, despised their very existence, they were like a candle to the towering inferno of hatred he held for the person he’d chosen.

One night, he had one night in which he was God; he was judge, jury and executioner. And wouldn’t playing God be the greatest game of all? To hold someone’s life in his hands and decide what was to be done with it. Was it not the greatest act of power in the world? But that left the question, would he choose life or death?

He remembered the days he spent in school, learning about religion and the Bible. The one quote that stuck with him had been “an eye for an eye”. In science he was taught “every action has an equal and opposite reaction”. So what happened when someone took away a soul? Ripped it to shreds and made sure it could never be found again? What happened when someone took away the life of not only the individual, but the family who surrounded them? What was a just punishment? An eye for an eye, didn’t that dictate a soul for a soul? An equal and opposite reaction, didn’t that mean that his life should be destroyed just as theirs had been?

He hadn’t told anyone what he was doing, because how could they understand? They didn’t have to wake up every morning and see what he saw. His wife, a woman once vibrant and beautiful, full of warmth and love, was now devoid of anything other than pain. Her face was pale and gaunt as though she was seeing a ghost, yet the shock never faded. The pain was there and would be there for eternity, never leaving, never fading. He had to hold the shattered remnants of his family without even having the chance to grieve himself. That was why he had convinced himself that he had earned this; he had a right to his own version of justice. Not one that the courts could hand down, but one that deserved to be given.

The car took a few more turns, before finally slowing down. He heard the opening of some doors before it continued through and slowed down to a halt about a minute later.

The door to his left opened and he was seized by a pair of hands and hauled out of the vehicle. He hit the ground and felt pain shoot up his left arm, which only intensified when a man grabbed it and began to hauled him up. He felt like resisting but was immediately turned off the idea as he felt a cold piece of metal make contact with his back. The sensation caused him to seize up immediately, knowing that a single pull of the trigger could kill him if he did anything to piss the man off.

He may have been a paying customer but there was nothing stopping them from killing him and then killing the person he’d paid for. He knew that, he’d been warned about it when he met the man he had paid. The sheer number of rules he had been given had been more than annoying. If he didn’t follow their exact instructions, he was dead, if he resisted, he was dead. If he told anyone what he was doing, he was dead. They didn’t care who he was or what he did, if you pissed them off you died. They were professionals, and they did a professional job, they didn’t like mistakes; especially if the customer made them.

He was hurried inside a garage, he could tell that from the sound of metal grating against metal as the door slid open. The formerly rough ground smoothed as he felt himself walking on concrete or something similar. He resisted the urge to turn around and try and look at the sights around him. Partly because he still had the bag on his head, and partly because he wanted to remain quiet as he mentally prepared himself for what lay ahead. He focused on his breathing as he was led down the flight of stairs as quickly as possible, the inside of the building warming him as they moved further out of the cold night air.

Eventually they stopped, after about another five minutes of walking. He heard the sound of the handle click as it was opened. The man then asked:
“Are you ready?”

He didn’t answer, it didn’t matter if he was or not, the time was now. The man gave a grunt and shoved him inside.

XxX“Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.”

His head cracked against the floor, streaks of pain shooting up the right side of his head. He heard the distinct rattle of an object as it hit the ground. Then the door slammed behind him. He got up gingerly, pulling the hood off and taking in the scene around him. The smell of wine clung to the air, he glanced at a couple of barrels on the floor over in the corner of the room. An old wine cellar was the eventual connection he made, similar to his father-in-law’s, of course it wasn’t the time to think about that.

The floor was made of timber, although the cracks were starting to show through and the wood was quite dry. The red walls around him, from which the paint had started to peel, showed that the place had fallen into neglect, and probably hadn’t been maintained for quite some time, a tragedy really for if it had been properly taken care of it would have made a lovely room.
Looking around, he found what he had come for, the weapon on the floor was an M1911, the most popular handgun in the world and easily accessible in most countries. Available in most gun shops, they were a bit steep, going at around a thousand dollars. But money wasn’t an issue for him, or for them, and when an M1911 was in good condition there wasn’t a more accurate pistol around. He walked towards the gun and knelt down, his head throbbing as he picked up the weapon.

He opened the cartridge to check for any bullets, ignoring the pain which had begun to cling to his body. What he was focused on now though, was the one, solitary metal object embedded in the pistol. Even now as he stared at it he felt a surge of adrenaline, he felt in control. Everything became heightened, his heart beating at a rapid rate, the gentle thud becoming an ever increasing sound as the blood rushed through his veins. This was the sensation he had come for, the sensation of absolute control, the knowledge that this time, everything would be decided by him.
He looked around the room, the small light in the centre allowing everything to be seen regardless of how dim it was. His eyes then settled as he turned his gaze to his target. A boy, almost a man really was slumped forward, bound to the chair that he sat on. A small globule of blood had spilt onto the singlet he wore. Had he been beaten? Or was it just an aftermath of when they were sent to retrieve him. He didn’t know the extent of his injuries though due to the fact that the boy’s face, like his, had been covered.

Slowly he strode over, step by step, savouring the moment. Three months he had spent waiting for this, three months of his own personal hell.
The first he had spent praying to God for one of two things. The first one was for vengeance, and the second was a desperate desire that everything could return to the way it was. The first month did nothing; neither of his prayers were answered, hell, he didn’t even know if they had been received. Whatever small amount of faith he had possessed at the time had diminished almost as quickly as it had appeared. The second month was when he found him, and made the deal. Maybe God had answered his prayers after all, but he didn’t think so. What God would have done what he did to his family in the first place and listened to his prayers afterwards?

Punishment for his sins or not, he found a way for retribution, to ensure justice was delivered. The second month became a waiting game after that, waiting for the phone call to tell him it was ready. The third yet, another waiting game as well. It had been torture, every spare second waiting for a message only to find there wasn’t one. Then checking back minutes later only to be disappointed yet again. Day in day out, an endless wave of hope and disappointment as he slowly grew more and more withdrawn from those around him.

But that didn’t matter now, because it had finally arrived, the moment he had been waiting for. The buzz he felt as he clutched the gun in his hand was almost indescribable, if he could compare it to anything, it was almost like that moment when you’re about to jump out of a plane. Except it was just that much more powerful, there was no parachute, no safe destination, no rules. He felt both sheer terror and jubilation in that moment, equivalent to that second before you jumped and fell off the edge completely. And when you fell, that feeling fell with you.

Eventually he reached the end of the room and stared, the gun was shaking in his hand. Was it excitement? Had he finally jumped out of the plane, or was he just about the reach the door? He didn’t know which and that made it all the more terrifying. He lifted his hand up, placing the barrel of the gun directly between the man’s eyes. He didn’t want leave room for mistakes, miss his chance for justice. Carefully he started to move his finger to the trigger, getting ready to complete the final action. As he moved it though, he felt as though something was missing. All he felt was emptiness, a void had opened in his heart and mind. Where was the rush? Where was the feeling that he had possesed not one minute ago?

He went to lift the hood that covered the boy’s face; perhaps looking at it would bring back that sense of righteousness, if he looked at the source of his anger for the last three months of his life. The boy that had ruined everything for him, and as he lifted the hood, the boy woke up.

“You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.”

Shock was perhaps the first thing that came to him as the boy sat upright in the chair gasping for breath, trying to adjust to the scene before him. He groaned as he tilted his head upwards and muttered. “Where am I?”

While the boy was still disorientated he wanted to take the gun and shoot him then and there, end it and go home to his family. Living with the knowledge that justice was served regardless of how it was carried out, because justice was still justice no matter who delivered the punishment.
Was what he was doing right? Maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was, but no-one had a right to judge him because they didn’t know what he had been through. You couldn’t possibly judge him unless you had also felt the pain he felt firsthand, because the only thing on your mind in the months after was vengeance. He felt the pain of all those people who couldn’t go home to their wives or children, because they had been taken away from them. He also knew that if you offered them the chance for vengeance, with no strings attached, that almost all of them would act on it.

He knew because he was taking that opportunity right now, and he hadn’t even thought twice when he’d first heard the offer or during the two months in-between. It was only now that he was beginning to doubt himself and his ability to do it. For two months he had lived for this moment, those times when he just wanted to break down and end it all had been stopped by the thought of finally putting a bullet into the boy who destroyed his world. And now that the moment was finally here, something was missing, something was stopping him from simply pulling the trigger and leaving this whole thing behind him.
Because you could talk a good game, but when push came to shove how many people would actually do it? How many could actually take a life when they held the gun towards their target and had to pull the trigger? How many could fall down that path to eternal ****ation?

He immediately dismissed those thoughts though, because he had to. He had to do what was right, he had to do what those with power couldn’t.
It was almost funny that, the more power you had seemed to almost make you more powerless. And what was the point of power if you couldn’t use it for fear of how those around you would act? It was why this place was perfect; here there was no jury, no fear, and no judgement for his actions. Here he had the power, and there was nothing to stop him from using it.

The boy groaned again as he stared at the man. “Who are you?” He ground out through gritted teeth, his voice trying in vain to hide the pain which was coursing through his body.

He looked at the boy a bit closely, his face was heavily bruised, his right eye swollen shut and the skin around it a deep shade of purple. The man suspected that, if the boy opened his mouth, he would find that he was missing a few teeth. Pity was the first emotion which came to him as he inspected the boy’s face, pity which immediately ceased the moment he remembered who he was looking at. They had gotten the right boy, that was for sure, he could pick out that face from anywhere regardless of how beaten or bruised it was, it was the face that had been burned into his mind, haunting his dreams every night for as long as he could remember.

“Where are you?” The man repeated and the boy nodded.

He gestured around the room, the dim light illuminating the area. The light made the walls seem as though they had been splashed with blood, the creaking floorboards only adding to the eeriness of the setting. “I don’t know where we are, but I know why you’re here. I’d like to call this your trial, except this time, you’ll be getting the punishment you deserve.”

The boy stared back at him. “Who are you? What do you want with me?” He asked out as he started to strain against the straps he was bound to, trying to get free from his confines without any success.

The man watched him struggle, as he fought against the straps that kept him down, like a dog on a lead that no matter how much it tried couldn’t break free. This was what he wanted him to feel, powerless, helpless and in a world of pain, this was how he had felt until tonight. Another form of retribution, that’s all that tonight was for. An eye for an eye, pain for pain, it didn’t matter what pain it was, whether it was emotional or physical, as long as he felt it. He needed him to know how he felt, how those around him felt as a result of the boy’s actions.

The boy eventually tired out, it may have been ten minutes or longer before he eventually slumped in the chair. The man raised an eyebrow, as if asking him if that was it, if that was all he had.

The boy asked again. “What do you want with me? What have I done to you?”

The man looked at him. How hadn’t he figured it out yet? He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, a quick flick through saw him to what he was looking for. He pulled out the picture and showed it to the boy. The boy’s face paled as he looked at the photo.

“You’re… You’re…” He stuttered, tripping over his words.

The man interrupted him. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here, we both are here.” He gestured to the decrepit cellar once again. “Because you killed my son.”

“We are the choices we make.”

The boy before him hadn’t talked much; perhaps he realized that no matter what he said he was going to die. Or perhaps he’d just given up, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. He had to do it, he had to do it for him. Because if he didn’t then he was worth nothing anymore, a hollow husk that would spend forever regretting what had happened. This was his chance for closure, closure intertwined with his own personal brand of justice. It wasn’t vengeance, no. It was justice. People said they were different, but they were the same. Justice was just another form of revenge, and a form that in today’s society was barely even a punishment.

He woke up every single morning and saw the result of the kid’s actions in front of him. Every morning he saw his son lying there, lifeless, a husk of what he used to be and a shadow of whatever he could have become.

All because of him.

He remembered every moment of that day, vividly. The hospital had rung him at three in the morning. He’d immediately thought the worst and ran down, why else would the hospital be ringing? If it had been the police that would have been so much better, but the hospital… Just the mere mention of the place brought shudders up his spine, was his son dead? Had he been stabbed? What the hell had happened to send him there? He drove through the city at a rapid speed, his wife pale as she sat in the passenger seat clinging to his left hand like a vice, refusing to let go.

Thirty minutes passed before they got the hospital, rushing as quickly as they could. Nothing, though, could prepare them for what they were told. A fight had broken out between their and another boy, and one thing had led to another. Just one punch landed, the contact had been minimal, a mild concussion, no cuts or bruises. But the fall was what made it infinitely worse. His head had hit the pavement as he landed; causing severe trauma to the brain. At least that was what the doctors had told him.

The bleeding was internal and his brain had shut down due to the force of his landing, sending him in a coma. The boy had been placed under arrest. It hadn’t been intentional, both he and his lawyer protested. But the boy had almost killed his son. The first month had been dedicated to prayer, he and his wife using the chapel praying for their son to wake up, for the damage that the doctors said could possibly be minimal. Two weeks by his bedside they spent, waiting for him to wake up, refusing to give in to the possibility he could die. When he did wake up though, the man thought that perhaps death would have been a mercy.

Paralysed, unable to talk, it was like a living hell. He remembered the times they had spent in the afternoons having a beer, practising in the cricket nets for next week’s game. Now he couldn’t even leave his bed, let alone run in and bowl. It was like he wasn’t even there anymore, as though someone had ripped out his soul and left nothing behind. Every morning he saw the empty bedroom and knew that at the hospital his son would be lying there, lifeless. A husk of what he used to be and a shadow of whatever he could have become.

But it hadn’t only been his son who suffered that fate. His wife was a shadow of herself, a ghost, an imprint. A physical reminder of all that had been before, and what might never be again. All she would do was sit in the chair by his bed in silence. She hadn’t spoken in weeks. She hadn’t even moved from the bed when he was there. She wasn’t his wife anymore, just as his son had disappeared in an instant. All he could do was sit and wait, and beg whatever gods may be to give at least one of them back to him, because if he lost both then he’d lose himself as well.

They had told them not to give up, that eventually everything would be right again, but three months on and nothing had changed. No matter how much he prayed, or how many specialists he went to see. The only advice would be to wait. Wait and pray for a miracle to arrive. Yet each day came, and any chance of a miracle seemed to only grow smaller and smaller. Every afternoon he’d visit the hospital to find his son just looking at the ceiling. What thoughts were in his head? Could he even think? He didn’t know; all he knew was that the boy who did this had to pay.

The trial came and went, two hundred hours of community service with a warning that any more violence and he would be sent to juvenile prison, being only seventeen and unable to be tried as an adult. That was utter bullshit. The boy knew what he had done, he started the fight and in the man’s mind the sole reason his son was gone was because of the abomination in front of him. He knew his son would never recover, never return to what he once was, there was a chance that he might talk again, but the odds of him walking were minimal. His son’s life had been taken away from him by the boy in front of him and the life of the man and his family had been destroyed as well.

An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul, a life for a life. The words echoed in his mind as looked at the boy, the memory of his son lying in that bed, staring at the ceiling. The thoughts continued to stir in his mind, as more and more reasons to end the boy’s life appeared. He thought of his wife who sat at the hospital each day, waiting for any sign of life. His daughter who had come home and waited for weeks before having to go back to her studies, the only thing on her mind being if her little brother would survive to the end of the year. The boy in the chair had caused all their suffering, all their pain.
He nodded to himself, and raised the gun ready to pull the trigger. The boy screamed.

“But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again. ”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The boy screamed the words over and over again, his words echoing as he spoke them.

“It doesn’t matter, the hell you put me through makes this more than justifiable,” the man said as he kept his finger trained on its target, ready to end it all. “I have lived for this moment, the only thing keeping me together as everything fell apart around me was this moment, a ****ed apology doesn’t fix what you did, and it sure as hell doesn’t help me, him or her.

The boy sat still in the chair and looked downwards. “I went to visit him once, I sat there for an hour wondering if he was dead, and a month later there still hasn’t been a single sign of improvement. All you think about is, what if that was me? What if someone did that to me? And then you realise you did that to someone, and living with it is far, far worse than anything you could even think of, death would almost be a mercy.” His words were muttered as he kept his head tilted down, refusing to look upwards.

The man paused. He didn’t know that. He hadn’t known the boy had gone to see his son, neither the nurses nor his wife had mentioned it. What the boy had just said though struck him, he had nightmares? He was remorseful? The man rubbed his hand through his head, trying to drive those thoughts out; it didn’t matter now and it was too late to go back and make up for his actions.

But would he suffer the same fate? Would he finally achieve some closure, only to see the boy’s face instead of his son’s? Or would he see the two of them together?

Death, the eternal sleep of death, the nightmares that plagued his dreams, the face that haunted the boy’s very being, would surely be with him for eternity, wouldn’t it?

For if death was nothing more than an eternal sleep, then surely those dreams would be the things which plagued our minds?

Perhaps the only satisfaction the man could get out of this was that he was sending the boy to those nightmares first. For vengeance wasn’t something that offered satisfaction, vengeance was something you sought even though you knew it would destroy you. Here they were: two men, one an adult, one a boy. Yet both were on the road to oblivion, both teetering on the edge. Both already living a life where to sleep was to dream, and to dream was the one thing that neither of them wanted to do. So was death the right punishment? Or was a life of living with his actions ultimately the better choice?

****it! Why was he now choosing to have doubts? Why didn’t he think of these things before? He came in here knowing death was the only option; he had to kill him. He had come in here knowing he was going to do so. Absolutely certain that nothing could change his mind, and yet here he was, torn between whether he should do it or not. He didn’t know how but during the time he had been here, he had started to feel sorry for the boy. Maybe because he was actually sorry for his actions, maybe for the way he’d been treated, he didn’t know which. What he did know though was that no matter how much he hated him, he knew deep down that the boy didn’t deserve to be killed.

He had all the power, the whole time he had been in control and now he was just as powerless as the rest of them.

Is this what it felt like? To know a person’s crime and still not be able to deliver a punishment you deemed worthy? He had come here to escape that feeling, no distractions, no laws, nothing to get in the way of him and justice. Yet what was justice? Was what he had been planning to do justifiable? Maybe to some, not to others, but he had sworn to himself that others didn’t matter. He had sworn to himself that the here and now, what was happening tonight was all that mattered. He was judge, he was jury, and he had been set to appoint himself the executioner.

But he couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t bring himself to just point the weapon and fire, to just end it all and leave. Why didn’t he shoot earlier? When the boy was nothing more than an object of hate, and not an actual person? By delaying he had only made it worse, because now he couldn’t do it. He was weak, he had simply thought that he could kill a boy and walk away, how difficult could it be, right? And now he was here, the gun limp in his hand as he struggled within himself. Was it right? Was it wrong? All he knew was that he wasn’t going to be able to do it.

Hell, was he even the person pulling the trigger? Was the man who held the pistol himself? Or a sick, twisted version of himself, that had taken over his mind and thoughts, just to exact his revenge? He didn’t know. Was this God’s plan all along? Was his desire to play God, to be the judge, jury and executioner, a sick punishment that the man upstairs had chosen to play on him?

Good and evil, they didn’t matter anymore, this went beyond that. Who held the moral high ground here? The man or the boy, was the man right in his actions? Each was just as ****ed as the other.

There was no black and white, everything was covered in streaks of grey, every choice he made from now was neither wrong nor right, they were all justifiable and all just as ****ing. What he was doing broke any of those rules; he was effectively playing God, he just wasn’t a vindictive and inhumane enough of a ******* to play the **** role perfectly.

“Just remember, only one of you gets to walk out of there alive.” The voice rang in his head. That was the golden rule of the game, he had decided to play God, he had chosen to play the greatest game of all. And he had been found wanting. And unlike God, he could die.
So the question now wasn’t how he was going to walk away from this, or whether the boy deserved to be subjected to the eternal sleep of death and the nightmares that would follow him. Now the question was, which one would be walking out here alive? And would the victor ever be truly whole again?

“To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.”

He didn’t know how long they’d been in there for; it felt like hours, both of them silent as he churned over what he could do. It shouldn’t be such a hard decision, why couldn’t he just pick up the pistol, and fire the ****ed shot? Was he scared of what would happen if he did? Was he scared of the nightmares that would follow him when he finally laid himself down to rest, all those years onwards from tonight? Was he terrified of losing himself completely, falling off that edge and never finding a way back?

He had set himself two choices: murder or death. He had backed himself into a corner without ever really realising it, never realising how powerless he had been from the start. You could never play God, and he’d been stupid to ever think he could.

God was a malevolent, immortal ******* who could do what He wanted without fear of retribution; He could never be faced with death. You couldn’t punish God, couldn’t threaten Him, you couldn’t see or touch Him. God was in control of everything, and that included you.

You couldn’t play God, it was part of the human condition. We had been built, moulded over the years to empathise with those who suffered. We pitied the weak, gave to the poor, treated the sick, when we didn’t even know who the hell they were. We were taught that compassion was good, taught to love and forgive.
The truth was though; God didn’t give a **** about those things. He didn’t care about the children who lost their mothers, the husbands that lost their wives. He didn’t care about corrupt governments and freeing the oppressed. Because that would mean He would take an interest and actually do something about it. And God was anything but a man who took an interest in things, that’s why He hadn’t appeared in two thousand years. He was probably far away building something else after giving up on the failure that was mankind. If he was God, he would’ve given up on humanity a long, long time ago.

But he wasn’t God, he was just an ordinary man, a man who had possessed a decent life until the boy had screwed it up and then the man had gone and destroyed it completely. They were both at fault, the boy had been the catalyst and the man had been nothing but the elements waiting to react, and he had destroyed himself in the process.

So here he was: live or die? It was the ultimate question, wasn’t it? Was his life worth living after tonight? Or was dying now the best option? The problem was he didn’t know which and he didn’t know how long he had to decide. Come sunrise he had to make a decision, but they were oblivious to the outside world here. Trapped underground with no way to tell the time, his heart and mind in overdrive not even allowing the thought of sleep to enter his mind. The time the two had spent here felt like hours but there was no way to tell if it actually had been so. The funny things that stress could do the mind, especially when combined with sheer stupidity.

He stood up. He had finally come to a decision. The boy looked at the man as he stood there looking up at him. “You know how they call death an eternal sleep?” The man asked him.

The boy nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

The man looked at him for a second before he raised the gun again. “Well here’s another nightmare to add to the list.”
The boy screamed but it was too late. The man smiled at him and fired.

“And it feels like, finally.”

He woke up. His head swirled from side to side as he adjusted to the light which shone in his eyes, no matter how dull the **** light was. He looked around the room and then his eyes locked on the scene in front of him. No matter how much he wanted to tear his eyes away he couldn’t. He could only stare on in horror, the image burning into his skull just like the boy he had pushed off the balcony oh so long ago.

The man lay before him, in a pool of blood, the gun next to his hand. He was dead, of that there was no doubt. So what would become of the boy? Had he won? Was he free to go?

Those thoughts in his head though were false and he knew it, he hadn’t won, the man had exacted his revenge. Because every time he went to sleep he’d see those two faces staring at him, a father and son, two lives he had utterly destroyed.

Lost in his own thoughts he was finally distracted by the sound of keys as the door was unlocked. Hope filled him, he was finally out, he was finally free.
The door opened and a woman dressed in black entered, the sound of heels echoed through the small room as she came to the centre and stared at the boy. She smiled, he smiled back. He was still smiling as she fired two shots into his chest. He didn’t feel pain, he didn’t feel anything he only stared in shock as his grip on the world left him and he followed the man into oblivion.

The woman looked at the man and a single tear ran down her cheek before she exited the room smiling. It was the first time she had done so in months.

[/spoiler]

[Wynter]

Huh, you guys don't have spoilers :P

Sentences came out kinda clunky, Italics represent a new chapter, and the quotes are from a piece of work known as the Chaos Walking Trilogy.

Anyways, short summary, Man pays for the opportunity to murder the boy who killed his son, the work then depicts the struggle and questions of morality the man faces as he 'plays god' chooses between life or death.

[amirpalashi]

Fire didn't burn Ibrahim (peace be upon Him)

Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham) (Allah peace be upon Him) was a messenger of Allah. He use to call people to Allah. He try to understand them that Allah is only one and no one but Allah is eligible for worship. His nation worshiped their Idols. He told His father and them that Idols can't do no things and asked,
: Why are you worship these? You leave worship these and worship to Allah.
: they reply Him ' we found our forefather worshiping these Idols. You be quiet and back off.
: Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham) (Allah peace be upon Him) said, you and your forefathers were in serious grave error. you are doing something wrong.
: you have something solid to say us?
:He said, Allah is your lord, your master and creator of the heavens and the earth. The one who gave them existence out of no thing.worship only for Him (Allah). But they ignored Him. So He determined that He teach a lesion them.

one day They went to a festival. Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham) (Allah peace be upon Him) destroyed their all Idols but gave place to the biggest and put the axe on the shoulder of the biggest to prove that Idols can't able to do no thing even these can't save these self from others attack. When they returned from festival, they asked Him, who did this with our Idols? Prophet indicated the biggest Idols. they said Idols can't move. How it possible that these did this? Certainly you did this. Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham) (Allah peace be upon Him) said, why are you worship these who can't move? Worship only for Allah. He is our creator.

They decided that they burn Him into Fire to take retaliation for their Idols. It was horrible and more generous. They created a enormous fireplace that they themselves could not even get close it. Therefore the tried to figure out how do they throw Him into the fire. Then they build a catapult and put Him inside the catapult and they tried up his hands and his lags. they sent Him into the enormous fireplace. He said, Allah is all I need. There is no thing and no one worthy of worship except Allah. At the moment Allah said to fire, "O fire cool and be comfortable for Ibrahim". His cloths and all things attested with Him were burned but His entire body was normal. Fire can't burn a single part of His body.

The story (story of The Qur'an, sura Ambia.) is proved that All things in the world and out of the world can't no things without Allah order. But only Allah is controller of all them. Surely Allah is Almighty.

[ali399]

nice one

[The-Deist]

MashaAllah
May Allah (swt) reward you for your efforts
Aameen

[The-Deist]

"No! One at a time! One at a time!" [Funny]

Shaikh Muhammad al-Arifi’ says;

He (a poor man) went on making tawaaf around the Ka'aba saying "Oh Allah forgive us and tajaawaz anna (??)" And so the poor man was supplicating. [Eventually] He became very hot and had a heat stroke and collapsed on the ground.

So they (people) picked him up and took him to the Ajyaad Hospital, opposite the Haram. They put him in the hospital - cool was the place with a white bed and bed cover and cool moist air was blown onto him.

After 4-5 hours, he awoke. Upon waking up, he turned right and left only to find the room all white. He looked to the bed cover, mattress and bed only to find that they [too] where white. The poor man smelt the smell [in the room] - and of course it was the smell of dettol - but it was better than his smell, and the smell pleased him.

So he assumed that he was in Jannah! (Paradise) [To which] he exclaimed:"Allahu Akbar! Ash-hadu anna wa'ad Allahi hakun! Al JANNAH! Al Jannah! (Allah is the greatest! I bear witness that Allah's promise is true! Al Jannah! Al Jannah!")"

He then turned to his right and found 5 Filippino nurses [standing there]. When he saw them wearing all white, he said: "Allahu Akbar! Al hoor al ayn!Al hoor al ayn! Al hoor al ayn!"[the women of Paradise]

The nurses didn't understand what this man was saying. So they assumed that he was crazy. [This man then] tried to get out of his bed, he took the bed cover [off him] and threw it down, to get to the "Hoor Al Ayn"
The nurses rushed towards him to hold him. So he told them, "No, one by one, one by one!" So the poor man thought he was [in Jannah/Paradise] with the Hoor Al Ayn!

[The-Deist]

Got this one from http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/20...ime-funny.html

[Fainoz]

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[The-Deist]

A young man calls in to Shaikh Muhammad al 'Arefy during a live broadcast.
The young man says he's in love and cannot forget his love and asks for the Shaikh's advice.
The Shaikh advices the young man to seek help from Allah and do much du'a (supplication).
The young man asks the Shaikh if there are any special du'a he can do to get rid of this love that has attached itself in the heart. The Shaikh advises him to say the following du'a: "O Allah, let there be Noor (light) in my heart, Noor in my eyes, Noor in my ears ..."The Shaikh doesn’t get to finish the dua as he’s interrupted by the young man, "Please, please honorable Shaikh, but stop." The Shaikh wonders if he said anything wrong?

The young man replies, "The girl I'm in love with is named Noor."

The Shaikh started laughing so much that he had to stop the program and take a break.

[CalmPassenger]

Mashallah...

[Muslim10]

This is a famous Hadith.

A man came from out of nowhere, his clothes very white, his hairs very black. He came in and went all the way to Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family), sat in front of him, his knees touching those of Muhammad. He was asking questions, "tell me about this...tell me about that...". When Muhammad replied, the man would then say "you are right".

That was Jibril, as Muhammad later explained.

[Muslim10]

Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) left Mecca for Madina, in Migration (Hijra); and as he was leaving he asked Ali (may God ennoble his face) to sleep in his bed. Ali, his cousin, a member of his family, slept in his bed.

Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) once said that if he were to take a friend other than God, it would be Abu Bakr.

Ali would praise Abu Bakr, and Abu Bakr would praise Ali. Abu Bakr used to take Al Hasan (the son of Ali and Fatima, the grandson of Muhammad) on hs shoulders and say more or less "may my parents be sacrificed for him, he resembles the Prophet, not Ali." At this, Ali would smile.

[Muslim10]

Abu Huraira said in a Hadith that he received from Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) 2 different types of knowledge, the first he gave to people in general, the other he kept it to himself, and he would never disclose it.

[Muslim10]

JIbril, the trustworthy messenger, alayhi salam came to reveal SUrah Maryam to Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family).

He said "K" (Kaf), Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) said: "I knew" (Alimtu).

He said "H" (Ha), Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) said: "I knew" (Alimtu).

He said "Y" (Ya), Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) said: "I knew" (Alimtu).

He said " A' " (Ayn), Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) said: "I knew" (Alimtu).

He said "S" (Sad), Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) said: "I knew" (Alimtu).


Jibril was stunned. Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) explained to him that it was Allah Almighty who told him.

A story to be found in a Tafsir of Suyuti.

[Muslim10]

Abu Huraira said in a Hadith that he received from Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) 2 different types of knowledge, the first he gave to people in general, the other he kept it to himself, and he would never disclose it.

Yes, and as such Ali said removing the veil would not increase his faith. And Utba Ghulam stood with Hasan Basri in front of a river, then he walked on the river. And a great huge dragon appeared before a king who wanted to harm Jafar Sadiq, warning him. And Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) made water to spill from a cup in which he put his finger, and the water was pouring and pouring in the desert, a great body of water formed in the desert and the army could drink and perfom the ritual ablution. And Bayazid took a friend of his to a special place in his home, opened a door, an ocean appeared before them, he told his friend: "let us enter in this sea". And more recently a great saint took his students across the forest, they crossed it and reached Turkey unseen and unvisible, for if they were seen by the russians who were in that forest with them; they would have killed them. But the saint made everyone to be unvisible. And so on and so on....

[Muslim10]

Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) asked if anyone was willing to accompany him as he goes to the delegation of Jinns. His copusin, Az Zubayr (alayhi salam) volunteered. Az Zubayr said they walked until they arrive to men so tall that out of fear he could not move any further. Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family) drew a line and told him to cross it. When Az Zubayr(alayhi salam) crossed it, all fear disapeared.

Glory to Allah the Lord of power High over what they associate to Him, and to His beloved, peace be upon him and his family; peace on Muhammad and on his family and peace on the Messengers, and praise to Allah the Lord of the worlds and praise to the beloved of the Lord of the worlds. (See the last 3 verses of Surah 37).

[umairlooms]

Stories from my life

Story 1: i used to have a girlfriend that I wanted to marry but due to her personal family issues, her life got complicated and she broke up with me. For months I remained totally lost and whenever I could I made dua, Allah is after all the Almight, the supreme, the all knowing and all wise.
After several months, I had a dream that made me contact her and we picked up our relationship from where we left off. Surprisingly, our relationship got even better and we are now thinking of finalizing a marriage timeline.

Story 2: When I was young I was never good at studies. once after my brother failed in his exam my mother cried heavily and I never wanted to make my mother feel that way. I prayed all the time, as much as I could, and slowly went from being a bad student to a great student. Certainly no one could have made me do this other than God

Story 3: Once at university I did very well in my studies but after that I got overconfident and burned out. I reviewed the whole situation many times since then and realized that the basic reason why I started doing not as good was because I equated my Work with the result and forgot out of arrogance that it was Allah who is the controller of everything. In my naive arrogance, I forgot that only Allah gives success, to whoever he wills.

Since then I have tried to rely more on Allah than my own efforts. this might sound like I am being lazy but it has more to do with trying to lead a life not focused on success (and greed, hunger and stress) but on the realization that success and everything is due to Allah, the most merciful, most gracious, the lord of the universe

[Pygoscelis]

In the beginning I wanted to write a story, and then I wrote it. The end. There's a short story for you.

[Muslim10]

-Az Zubayr (peace on him) is the cousin of Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family). At Badr, he was fighting wearing a yellow turban. Angels were surrounding him, fighting, and wearing yellow turbans.


-This is a very known Hadith. Ibn Abbas (peace on them both) is the cousin of Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family). Umar (may God be well pleased with him) used to include him in his private council, composed of elderly ones among the Companions who fought at Badr. They objected, arguing that he was so young. Umar replied that he (Ibn Abbas) was him whom they know he was.

To show them his supreme greatness, Umar asked them a question; and after they replied, he asked Ibn Abbas the same question. That question pertains to Surah 110. Ibn Abbas gave a reply that was far better than that of the Companions, showing more insight, more depth, more knowledge and more closeness to Allah Almighty than that of the venerable Companions.


-This is mentioned by a great saint of Islam. Ja'far Sadiq (peace on him) is a descendant of Muhammad (pece be upon him and his family). A student of his once asked him that he shows him Allah Azza Wa Jall. Ja'far replied that when Musa asked to see Allah, he was told tht he could not. The student replied that they are the nation of Muhammad, it is possible for them to see Allah.

Ja'far Sadiq (peace on him) ordered that the man be tied up and thrown in the river. His students tied the man up and threw him in the river. He was drowning. He managed to ascend back up to the top a first time and cried for help, screaming "O son of Muhammad, come to my rescue". Ja'far Sadiq ordered that no one saves him. So he went down again and was on the verge of dying. Just as he was about to drown he pleaded to Allah asking Allah to have mercy on him and save him. Ja'far Sadiq then ordered that he be taken out of the water. When they brought him back to Ja'far Sadiq, the latter asked him if he found Allah Azza Wa Jall. He said that when he gave up all hope to be saved, he turned to Allah Azza Wa Jall asking Him to be saved. At that time a door opened inside his heart, and when he looked into it he saw therein all that he wanted. Ja'far Sadiq then told him to take care of that door, to stick to it and to never leave it.


This is quintessential in Islam. We don't pray on Muhammad only (peace be upon him and his family), we pray on Muhammad and on the family of Muhammad. Sometimes we also add the Companions of Muhammad. Muhammad taught to pray on him and on his family. Allahumma Salli Ala Muhammadin Wa Ala Ali Muhammadin Wa Sallim.