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Junaid Baghdadi earned his livelihood as a professional wrestler. As was the norm, the Leader of Baghdad announced one day, "Today, Junaid Baghdadi will demonstrate his skills as a wrestler, is there anyone to challenge him." An elderly man shakily stood up with his neck quivering and said, "I will enter the contest with him."
Whoever was witness to this scene could not contain themselves, they burst out howling with laughter, clapping their hands. The King was bound by the law. He could not stop someone who of his own free will entered the bout. The elderly man was given the permission to enter the ring. He was about sixty-five years old. When Junaid Baghdadi entered the ring, he was dumbfounded as was the King and all the spectators of the Kingdom who were present. The single thought that occupied their minds was, "How will this old man be able to fight?"
The old man addressed Junaid with these words, "Lend me your ears." He then whispered, "I know it is not possible for me to win this bout against you, but I am a Sayyid, a descendant of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). My children are starving at home. Are you prepared to sacrifice your name, your honour and position for the love of Allah's Prophet and lose this bout to me? If you do this I will be able to collect the prize money and thereby have the means to feed my children and myself for an entire year. I will be able to settle all my debts and above all, the master of both the worlds will be pleased with you. Are you, Oh Junaid, not willing to sacrifice your honour for the sake of the children of Rasulullah (peace be upon him)?"
Junaid Baghdadi thought to himself, "Today, I have an excellent opportunity."
In a display of fervour Junaid Baghdadi executed a couple of maneuvers, demonstrating his finesse so that the King does not suspect any conspiracy. Junaid with a great display of antics did not use his strength and allowed himself to be dropped. The elderly man mounted his chest thus entitling him to the prize.
That night, Junaid Baghdadi had a dream of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) who said, "Oh Junaid, you have sacrificed your honour, your nationally acclaimed fame, your name and position which was heralded throughout Baghdad in the expression of your love for my children who were starving. As of today, your name is recorded in the register of the Auliya (friends of Allah)."
Thereafter, this great wrestler learnt to defeat his nafs (desires) and became one of the most eminent Auliya of his time!
Source: From the book "Tajalliat-e-Jazb" by Shaikh Hakim Muhammad Akhtar.
I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....
SHOWS HOW U AND ALLAH CAN BE SO CLOSEE...JUSS LIKE LOVED ONES AND FRENDS.
heres a story that i heard at my local mosques ISHTEMA. It sounds great when its being told live, but any ways...
this takes place a while back...there was this one reall pious sheikh who was walking on a really mudy and slushy road...from the other side there was this couple walking towards the sheikh...accedentially the sheikh splashed some mud on the beautiful clothes of the woman... so the man slapped the sheikh....because the sheikh had hurt his " LOVED ONE ". Then the man continued to walk ahead...he had walked a few steps when he collapsed and died. The lady mad a big fuss...." this guy has put a spell on my husband"...this and tht..etc. Everyone came to the sheikh and asked WAT happened. he replied. " i was walking and i accedentially hurt his LOVED ONE.... THEN he hit meee .....HE hit meee so my LOVED ONE HIT HIM.
HOPE u guys likedd it ...it sounds alot better being told live.
When the sky is rent asunder, and it becomes red like ointment: Then which of the favours of your Lord will ye deny. (Al Quran 055.37 - 055.38)
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
"Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.
"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
"That is none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.
"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy.
"If you must know, I make $20 an hour."
"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I please borrow $10?"
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work long hard hours everyday and don't have time for such this childish behavior!"
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
"Are you asleep, son?" he asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $10 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.
"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
plz read this inshalah, a very interesting story relating to the quran!
An old man lived on a farm in the mountains with his young
grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen
table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him
and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the
grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Quran just like you but I
don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I
close
the book. What good does reading the Quran 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 breath, he said, "See Papa, 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 Quran. 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."
"And Remember Allah in abundance, so that you may attain success.."
(TMQ - Surah Jumu'ah - 62:10)
So wot do u guys think??
All i hope is for my mums happiness.Shes my light.Shes my dunya.Her tears are my weakness.Her sadness breaks my heart.She is my mirror.A mirror that keeps me alive.Without her am nothing.shes my saaya.How can i leave her.I pray to Allah(swt) to keep me with her forever inshAllah.
Asalamu-Alaikum,
It was reported in a local paper in Rochdale (A town, northeast of Manchester), of a young woman who was raped in a small dark alley (a narrow passage between buildings) one evening. On a separate evening around the
same time, a young Muslim girl was walking home from college. Aware that it
was getting dark fast, she wanted to get home as soon as possible, so her
mother would not be worrying about her being outside alone at night.
The young Muslim girl faced a dilemma. To take the short-cut down the same
alleyway to avoid getting home after dark, or to take the longer route and
have her mother worrying herself sick about her daughters safety.
Conscious of the time, she takes the alleyway. While the girl is walking
she sees a rather sinister and dark figure of a man walking towards her
from the other end. As her pace quickens, she begins to read
Ayat-ul-kursi for her safety. the man, he makes eye contact but carries on
walking. When the young Muslim girl reaches home she tells her family about
this sinister looking man, they advise her to contact the police, after
having read the newspaper article some time before. When she contacts the
police they ask her to give a physical description of the man. It matches
the description the rape victim had given. Some days later the young Muslim
girl receives a phone call from the police, asking her if she would come
down to the police station to identify the man in a line up. Both the rape
victim and the Muslim girl pick out the same man.The police are confused;
they ask the rapist why he attacked one girl and not the other. In
reference to the Muslim girl, he replies 'why would I
attack her? when she was walking with two huge men on either side of her?'
One day, a man slave owner began searching for a new slave. As he was walking, he saw the most handsome and strongest slave that ever existed. He asked his owner how much the slave was worth and the price was very cheap so he bought him. But the ex-slave owner warned the new slave owner that the slave was a big liar. The new slave owner thought that lying wasn't a big problem because the slave would be his worker and not his friend, so he took the slave home.
One day, the slave owner and his wife got into an argument and the slave owner swore that he would divorce his wife if he ever returned home during the daytime. Nearby, the clever slave was eavesdropping during the entire conversation. While the slave owner was at work the next day, the slave came running quickly and told his owner that his house burned down and that his family died. Panicked, the owner left his money publicly and ran home during the daytime. He found his wife busy. He got angry and beat his slave. That same minute his money was stolen, his wife was divorced from him and he lost his slave.
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to
door to pay his way through school, found he had only
one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman
opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She
thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass
of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How
much do I owe you?"
You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has
taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."
He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."
As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt
stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was
strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Many year's later that same young woman became
critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They
finally sent her to the big city, where they called in
specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a
strange light filled his eyes.
Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the
hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He
recognized her at once.
He went back to the consultation room determined to do
his best to save her life. From that day he gave
special attention to her case.
After a long strugle, the battle was won.
Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the
final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then
wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to
her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it
would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention
on the side of the bill. She read these words ...
"Paid in full with one glass of milk"
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart
prayed: "Thank You,
God, that Your love has spread broad through human
hearts and hands."
There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread
cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed
you do today may benefit you or someone you love at
the least expected time. If you never see the deed
again at least you will have made the world a better
place - And, after all, isn't that what life is all
about?
The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to
cross and which -- To burn ...
“The best type of jihaad is the jihaad of the one who strives against his own self (jihaad al-nafs) for the sake of Allaah.”
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