"Knock, knock"
A British colonial officer in India sips his cup of tea and calls out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, sir. Your washerwoman. I have come to collect your laundry."
"Oh sure, how are you?"
"I am fine, sir. Thanks to Allah, a hundred thousand times."
"And... how are your children doing? And the one who was sick?"
"They are fine, too, sir, All praise is to Allah.
One has malaria. He still has high fever. But he will get better, Allah willing.
And the other one is quite healthy. Allah is very gracious, sir. He looks after us."
"Huh.. and how is your husband, I never asked?"
"Oh, he died sir. Six years ago. Allah took him back sir. Allah has a plan for everything."
A British colonial officer cites this conversation as his reason for embracing Islam.
A British colonial officer in India sips his cup of tea and calls out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, sir. Your washerwoman. I have come to collect your laundry."
"Oh sure, how are you?"
"I am fine, sir. Thanks to Allah, a hundred thousand times."
"And... how are your children doing? And the one who was sick?"
"They are fine, too, sir, All praise is to Allah.
One has malaria. He still has high fever. But he will get better, Allah willing.
And the other one is quite healthy. Allah is very gracious, sir. He looks after us."
"Huh.. and how is your husband, I never asked?"
"Oh, he died sir. Six years ago. Allah took him back sir. Allah has a plan for everything."
A British colonial officer cites this conversation as his reason for embracing Islam.