My name is Dunya

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his eye fell on a woman’s back.........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did as he was told.

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

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

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

He said nothing.

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

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

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

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

At this she laughed and laughed, until she shook herself into a small mound
of fine dust, whose fitful shadows, as the candles went out, returned to the
darkness one by one.
 
Re: his eye fell on a woman’s back.........

is this story true?

i read somewhere about this a weird eye man...whose dua is mustajab and help his country by making dua so that they will be rain...

his eyes was weird because he felt guilty of missing prayer because of a woman....he tried to take out his eyes...

is this stories related?
 
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sorry sister i dont know about the reation...........
 
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its okay....don't worry about it.
 
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:sl:

Yes, I recall a hadith about Allah tossing a really old ugly woman into the hellfire last. This woman represents the dunya.
 
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:sl:
excellent moral, too many people nowadays are in love with this duniya, a TEMPORARY duniya...as the saying goes, live in this duniya as though you're a traveller, which we are....
JazakAllah khair for that reminder akhi :)
ma'salama
:w:
 
Re: his eye fell on a woman’s back.........

Yeah I heard ths quite a few times....scares me to death....

There's another story I'd like to tell...But When I have the time I'll post it up inshallah...it's really long :D
 
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:w:

Scary story with good morals... WALK WITH DA FACE DOWN ;D
 
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Scary story? I think not. It is really quite mild compared to the duniya we each live daily.

We all do exactly the same thing on a daily basis in fact probably more like on a minute to minute basis. Anytime we spend even a fraction of a second with our thoughts directed to something besides Allah(swt) it is the same as if we have done it for all enternity.

It is only by the mercy of Allah(swt) and his justice towards our limitations that we have any hope of escaping hellfire.
 
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Woodrow said:
It is only by the mercy of Allah(swt) and his justice towards our limitations that we have any hope of escaping hellfire.
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True, even if we did praise Allah(swt) and worship him from birth till death it will not equate to him greatness.
 
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/\ /\ Mashallah, well said.....just makes you wonder though........Subhanallah

jz kyr for the post br
 
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Wow, i really wasn't expecting such an ending....something to think about!

wassalaam
 
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World Attracts A Lot>>>> But U Need To Control Urself
 
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This story was written by Sheikh Nuh Ha Mim Keller

(will post if i can find the link in my favourites sometime soon, inshallah)
 
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syilla said:
is this story true?
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I think it's not a true story, but a parable ... a story, which tries to explain and emphasize a moral meaning.

Peace
 
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:sl:

Its a great story. But upon readung this it made me froze:uuh: with fear.
Jazaakillah Khair.

:w:
 

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