Short Stories

The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman stayed on her Christian

religion, but she came to live in Oman with her husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They

had some children, but they lacked a family.


This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was so bitter for one of their

daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel. That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no

better name to call her.


Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would dream to have.The only thing

that this young girl lacked was a family.


Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.The only people who she could

turn to were the other rich girls who led a life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends basically

having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to interfere with them, they could do whatever they

please. In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days.


There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them. They took two rooms, one, which

the boys slept in, and the other where she and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one

room, or in the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is how much freedom

these girls had. At least that is what they considered freedom.


Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to hang around somewhere without

being disturbed by the others. They decided to go to her friend's house because there was no one there.

So they sat together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one of the rooms

with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go into any of the rooms if she wanted to.

Malak preferred to stay in the living room and talk to her boyfriend. After some time her friend called her,

so she and her boyfriend both went.When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a

shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and told her, " How dare you?" Then she

stormed out of the house,full of feelings that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she

felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to be comforted.


She went to her house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with their

friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that house. She ran to her room for comfort,

only to find all those horrible paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and broke

them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.


Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet so that she can pray. She

wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole

body wet,because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her grandmother's prayer mat

and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.

Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated ( did sujood) and just talked to God. She

stayed like that for one whole hour. She just poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after

that,but there was more that she wanted to do now. She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a

very long time, because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person who could help

her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She

tried to find something suitable to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she

remembered that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She went and got

them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's

house.


When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw herself into her arms and cried her

heart out. The aunt understood what happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle,

she did the same, she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his niece at first

because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was, he comforted her and sat with her and

talked to her. Malak had later said that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she

asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach her how to pray. After she

learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in this room, I want to be alone for three days.

Then she asked her uncle, "Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said that

she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she said," I could die before five years

had passed."


So she started her mission,she started memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace

with herself in this new lifestyle. After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter was

not in the house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated to discover that she was in his

brother's house. He went to take her from there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak

decided to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.


What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the holy Quran in three months only!

Now she called her uncle and his family to come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told

them to hurry. They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly. When they got there, they were

told that she was praying. A long time passed and she still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see

her. They saw her on the prayer mat holding the holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you all read that

sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her arms near the heart that memorized it.


The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury her quickly. They called her

father, but she had told her grandfather that she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted

to Islam. Her sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was the first time for her

cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway, because they were the closest people to her. They said

that they felt other people helping them, people that they couldn't see.


They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is wrapped in), but it had disappeared.

They started looking for it everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in one of the

corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most beautiful smell. So they had no choice but

to use this Kafan. When the men went to pray for her, there were six men, dressed in green.


These six men also prayed for her, then they carried her to the graveyard and they buried her. These six

men were not members of the family, they were strangers. After the burial, these men disappeared and no

one knew who they were or where they came from. There is no doubt about whom they are and where

they came from. They were angels and they came from up above to take the body of the pure Malak and

treat it the way God wants. Malak deserved to be buried by angels not humans, because she had reached a

higher standard than most other humans had.


The sad thing is that there are many like Malak in Oman and in other Islamic communities. I just hope that

everyone spreads this story so that we could learn from this live example. To all the men and women,

when it comes to marriage don't just think of love and lust, think of the children that are going to come.

Choose good parents for you children before you bear them. Remember that there is death and judgement

and then heaven or hell. Take good care of your families and nurture them with love and care,and sow

faith in their hearts. Like Malak, with all that she had, she never really felt happy until she found her path

back to Allah. Without faith there is no happiness or contentment.

ALLAH GUIDE ALL OF US (AMEEN)
WSLAM
hope u liked it !!!!

that story is soooooooooo goooood mashallah, i really liked it and it made me cry.....
sis that was great

jazak allahu khaira allahu akar great story

Did they do an autopsy?

oh masha'Allah that was a beautiful post jazaka'Allahu khair for that
May Allah guide us all

The End


I barely knew him, I have seen him in the mosque for some days at different times and for many others I have not.

I warmly greeted him and I was keen to know him. Until one day after Al-‘Asr (noon prayer), I stood chatting with a colleague outside the mosque while he was coming. He greeted him and they seemed to know each other; they were schoolmates. We all engaged in the conversation and I invited them to visit me in my house. They agreed to come the next day after Al-‘Asr.

I asked my friend about him, he told me that he was a good character. I wondered why he did not come to the mosque for days although he was living next door. My friend told me that this guy had some bad companions in work and when one of them called him, he did not come to the mosque or attend the prayers and his travels increased.

I prayed to Allah to make me a cause in his guidance and keep him away from his bad companions. I agreed with my friends to try to be his new friends and to go out with him as much as possible in order to keep him back from the bad companionship. The man loved us and our intimacy increased. Our friendship lasted for a long time; we used to go out together in the weekends without any previous plans. I have even frequently canceled a lot of my family’s dates for his sake, as to be a cause in the guidance of one man is better than the whole world.

The time passed and I had to move to a new house on the outskirts of the town. I could not call him for a while, as I did not have a phone there so we were separated for some time. Whenever I tried to call him in his house from any place, the answer was always, “he is not here”. I was informed later that he had returned to his bad companions, he deviated from Allah’s path and went astray after he had tasted the sweet taste of faith. He ignored his family and returned back to his bad behavior; leaving the congregational prayers, recitation of Qur’an, valuable books and good company. He listened to songs and he totally fell behind.

I repented his state and prayed to Allah for both of us. I have even asked some of the brothers to return back and go out with him, but after some time a received a sad call from a friend telling me that the guy was dead. I could not help but saying, “To Allah we belong, and to Him is our return”.

I wanted to know what has happened to him as I have tried to contact him many times but I failed to find him. My friend told me that he has traveled to the East of Asia with his bad companions and he has taken an over dose! “Over dose of what?” I asked. “Of DRUGS”, he replied. “ He died there and was put in a bier on the returned flight with a report stating the cause of his death”, he added.

I was filled with grief for his bad sad end and I realized that hearts are between the fingers of Allah, the most Merciful, He changes it as He likes. The man was not sincere in his repentance (tuba) so he could not proceed, he has even returned to his previous state. “ To Allah we belong, and to Him is our return”.

I raise my hands to the sky and supplicate from my entire heart saying: (Oh Allah, the Changer of hearts, makes my heart steadfast to Your religion).

Quoted from “Al-Zamn Al-Kadem” (The next period) written by Abd Al-Malik Al-Kasem (amended).

Have you seen dear brothers how the man may leave the right path after he tasted the sweet taste of faith and felt the love of Allah Almighty Who is true when He says, “And keep thy soul content with those who call on their Lord morning and evening, seeking His face; and let not thine eyes pass beyond them, seeking the pomp and glitter of this Life; nor obey any whose heart We have permitted to neglect the remembrance of Us, one who follows his own desires, whose case has gone beyond all bounds”.(Al-Kahf: 28).

Life is a test that leads either to Paradise or to Hell.

There was a country long time ago where the people would change a king every year. The person who would become the king had to agree to a contract that he will be sent to an island after his one year of being a king.

One king finished his term and it was time for him to go to the island and live there. The people dressed him up in expensive clothes and put him on an elephant and took him around the cities to say goodbye to all the people. This was the moment of sadness for all the kings who ruled for one year. After saying farewell, the people took the king with a boat to the remote island and left him there.

On their way back, they discovered a ship that had sunk just recently. They saw a young man who survived by holding on to a floating piece of wood. As they needed a new king, they picked up the young man and took him to their country. They requested him to be a king for a year. First he refused but later he agreed to be a king. People told him about all the rules and regulations and that how he will be sent to an island after one year.

After three days of being a king, he asked the ministers if they could show him the island where all the other kings were sent. They agreed and took him to the island. The island was covered with thick jungles and sound of vicious animals were heard coming out of them. The king went little bit inside to check. Soon he discovered the dead bodies of all the past kings. He understood that as soon as they were left in the island, the animals came and killed them.

The king went back to the country and collected 100 strong workers. He took them to the island and instructed them to clean the jungle, remove all the deadly animals and cut down all the excess trees. He would visit the island every month to see how the work was progressing. In the first month, all the animals were removed and many trees were cut down. In the second month, the whole island was cleaned out. The king then told the workers to plant gardens in various parts of the island. He also took with himself useful animals like chickens, ducks, birds, goats, cows etc. In the third month, he ordered the workers to build big houses and docking stations for ships. Over the months, the island turned into a beautiful place.

The young king would wear simple clothes and spend very little from his earnings as a king. He sent all the earnings to the island for storage. When nine months passed like this, the king called the ministers and told them:

"I know that I have to go the island after one year, but I would like to go there right now." But the ministers didn't agree to this and said that he has to wait for another 3 months to complete the year.

3 months passed and now it was a full year. The people dressed up the young king and put him on an elephant to take him around the country to say goodbye to others. However, this king is unusually happy to leave the kingdom.

People asked him, "All the other kings would cry at this moment and why are you laughing?"

He replied, "Don't you know what the wise people say? They say that when you came to this world as a baby, you were crying and everyone was smiling. Live such a life that when you are die, you will be smiling and everyone around you will be crying. I have lived that life. While all the other kings were lost into the luxuries of the kingdom, I always thought about the future and planned for it. I turned the deadly island into a beautiful abode for me where I can stay peacefully."

The moral lesson from this story is about how we should live our life. The life of this world is to prepare for the life hereafter. In this life, we shouldn't get lost into the deceiving and attractive things of this world and forget about what is to come in the afterlife. Rather, even if we are kings, we should live a simple life like our beloved Prophet Muhammad (SAWW) and save all our enjoyments for the hereafter. May Allah make it easy for us all. Amin.

This is a story about an old man who explained to his young grandson one evening after prayers, about a battle that was going on inside him The grandfather said, “My child, the battle inside me is between two wolves, one of whom is so evil, full of anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, hypocrisy, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is so good, full of remembrance of Allah, faith, taqwaa, joy, peace, love, compassion, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, and truthfulness.

The grandson pondered for a minute and then asked: "Grandfather, which wolf will win the battle?"

The grandfather replied simply, "The one I feed."

one day there was this girl who everyone come from far. just to hear her voice man would ask her for her hand. but she just smile and say that her heart is for her farther. he was a sweet older man. to whom she loved and care for. one day she was out in the wood looking for berries and nuts when she hear call to her. the voice said I love you my dear. she stop and asked who is that calling me just than the voice said its me your heart. she looked shocked not knowwhat to do she drop her nuts and ran but the voice kept telling her that it loved her and that she need to get married the girl ran to her father and said daddy how the followed her around. Daddy I think that I may be going crazy I kept hearing this voice that tells me it loves me. Her said Baby follow your heart it will never let you down . the ggirl looked at her farther and said i will Never leave you. that night the girl was sleep when she heard it agin and it say I will never let you go. she was so afair that dhe jump up and ran in to her farthers room dadddy plz help it will not stop calling me. her farther said my dear child go back to bed and I will never let any harm come your way the girl did as she was told that morning she found her farther sitting outside her door with her sick in hannd . she just smile and try to wake him. but he was gone from her graps. she lay her head in his lap and cied no plz come back. just than she heard the voice agin it said I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO. she truned to see her farther.



Hope you like it I did it on my 15 min break.. just put a if you didn't and a if you do ...

Assallammu'alaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh....

mashaallha sis.... that was Inspiring. Beautiful. story. it made me and my little cousin cry.
inshaallha we will all benefit from it,