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:sl: hey gr8 poems sis!! *thumbs up!*

anyway...i have a book called THE ROSE GARDEN....its a great read for both children and adults alike...here's one of the stories...

The Rose Garden​

A collection of short stories by Shaykh Sa’di, Suitable for children and young people- the stories appear like literary pearls which you want to touch and savour with your mind’s eye.

A FAIR EMPEROR​

Nausherwan, an emperor of ancient Persia, once went hunting. They caught some animals which they killed and made ready for cooking. While the hunted meat was being roasted, someone remembered to send for salt from a nearby village. The emperor told him to pay for the salt. He did not want it to become the custom to grab even little things from the poor. He said that this would devastate the prosperity of the village.

The servant asked how such a small quantity of salt could cause such destruction. The emperor replied ‘All tyranny starts from a tiny beginning which no one notices. If a ruler tastes one fruit free of charge, then his people eat up the trees to their very roots. If the king accepts five eggs for free, then his army fry and boil thousands.’



TO BE CONTINUED...INSH...:sister:
 
:sl: :sister: no more stories?? ah well... :uhwhat lol i'll take the floor!!


Stories from THE ROSE GARDEN cont…

THE AFRICAN MAN’S REPLY

Someone once insulted an Africa man. His reply filled me with admiration. He said instantly to that man, “I did not create my own colour or face, so why do you criticise me? I am not the creator of black or white. This appearance is my destiny and my racial characteristic. I have not attempted to change it, for better or for worse. In fact, I am proud of it. Allah the Almighty knows that I have no power over my shape. He is the Artist and I am nothing compared to His supreme creativity.”

It is Allah the Almighty who guides us on the right path, IF we intend to keep to it. Otherwise we get lost in the maze of conflicts, worldly temptations and our own ungratefulness.​


ALLAH IS WATCHING

A man was busy in an activity which is not allowed. Then he saw a good neighbour pass him by. In his embarrassment he cried aloud, “Oh shame! A dervish like this old man from my locality has seen me busy in wrongdoing and he has surely recognised me!”

The sensible old man heard his remarks. He became angry and scolded the young lawbreaker and said, “Are you not ashamed of your words? You are shy of me and not of Allah! You cannot please everyone around you with your deeds and behaviour. But you should keep your mind open to Allah’s Will. Be conscious of the presence and power of Allah. He is the only one to be worshipped and feared. Be aware of Allah in the same way you are aware of the opinions of your friends, relatives, enemies and neighbours.”

A STRONG WALL

I remember as a child going out with my father to join the Eid celebrations. I lost his company in the crowds because I was attracted by the games of children like myself. At last my father found me and boxed my ears. “You naughty little son,” he scolded me, “Didn’t I tell you to hold fast to my shirt? A child cannot walk alone in such a crowd, and this is a new place for you.”

Keep to the company of the learned who are on the straight path of Islam. Do not keep to the company of those who have bad habits, otherwise you too might lose your dignity in society.

Just as a baby clutches to the wall for support when he starts walking, you too need the support and companionship of Muslim men and women, even a ruler needs such good company.

VALUE YOUR FRIEND

A slave disobeyed his royal master. The enraged king handed him over to a hardhearted new master. He even gave him the authority to have him beheaded if he thought it necessary. The imprisoned slave was now in the clutches of a cruel oppressor. He wailed aloud. He condemned himself for having hurt the feelings of such a good master, because his mistake had led him into an enemy’s possession.

A wise person should never leave a friend, because his enemies will become bold and harm him. To disappoint and desert a friend is actually like wounding him. That is an act which only an enemy can perform. Be faithful to your friends in words and deeds. Then the hidden enemy will remain rootless.

Remember, hurting a friend in order to please an enemy or stranger brings a bad reputation.​

TWO BITTER ENEMIES

(A favourite of mine)

Two rich men were bitter enemies; they avoided each other’s company. In public they kept their heads held high in pride.

Soon one of them died, leading behind his worldly comforts, pomp and splendour. The other secretly rejoiced in his enemy’s death. A long time later he happened to pass the graveyard. There, seeing his enemy’s grave, he stopped. A black, dried up heap of moss covered that neglected place. It was now home for a man whose palace had once been decorated with gold and silver.

The man scornfully pulled off a strip of the rotting wooden coffin. Inside he saw the wealthy man’s head detached from the neck. Both of the eyes were hollow and filled with earth. The passage of time had reduced that face. Once it was as bright as the full moon. It had become barley a slip of the crescent moon. His tall body had been eaten up and mutilated by ants, worms and insects. His powerful arms, hands and fingers were all disconnected at the dried-up joints.

Suddenly his heart melted at the sight. His eyes shed countless tears of sorrow and remorse. His tears thickened the earth inside the grave like dough. He regretted his own bad behaviour to the dead man so much that he arranged to install a name plate on the grave which carried the following inscription:

“Never rejoice in anyone’s death, you will not outlive him for very long.”

A worshipper heard of this incident. He prayed to Allah to forgive to man whose enemy had cried for him. Sooner or later we will be reduced to an unrecognisable heap of dust. Then our enemies as well as our friends may forgive our shortcomings and pray for us.

Once I hit a rock very hard with an iron tool in order to break it. Suddenly I heard a pained whispering voice urging me to strike gently. It said that the hard piece of rock could contain fossils of those long dead and forgotten.​

To be continued soon Insha’Allah
:w: :sister:
 

:sl:

(Thought i'd resurrect this thread)

Chapter Eight

Rejected

I walked out the mosque; I could not place the sensation that rushed through my veins, adrenaline perhaps. My heart beat pounded into my chest loudly, I squinted around and noticed how every ‘brother’ as they addressed each other had his eyes fixed on the ground as though trying to found money. I felt odd, out of place to my own shock. I quickly gazed at the ground as an attempt to blend in with the crowd.

My thoughts drifted to Ahlam, she intrigued me greatly and I truly wished I knew why. Her dark eyes formed in my thoughts, a pretty smile playing on her tender face, her brown skin glowing in the autumn weather. I had not realized her features until today, why did I even dare think about her? I quickly decided to occupy my mind on something else.

I fumbled through my pocket to find my car keys; I clenched the cold silver keys and quickly opened my car. I drove. I kept driving until my phone started to buzz in my pocket. I was aware of the consequence of talking on a phone whilst driving, however, I didn’t really care, come to think of it I enjoyed the thrill of knowing I could be caught.

“You have reached Bill Gate’s handsome assistant, please leave a message after the tone,” I uttered.

“Keep day dreaming boy!” laughed Adam.

“S’up man?” I chuckled.

“Setting the uni on fire!” he remarked joyfully.

“And you say I’m day dreaming. So what do I owe this phone call?” I asked impatiently.

“I got Katie breathing down my neck, apparently Lisa told Asiya who told Katie who txt’d me saying that Ellie really digs you and I’m supposed to link you up,” he concluded.

“I’m not interested,” I sighed.

“What? You were like all over her like a bad rash for the past 2 months, guys don’t play hard to get you muppet!” he hissed.

“Man I ain’t playing with you. I’m not feeling her, she’ll have to buy a box of chocolate and get over it. Now when are we going to that hot rave you promised me?” I mumbled quickly.

“Suit yourself, erm say tonight, midnight-ish?” suggested Adam.

“Seen,” I whispered absent-mindedly. I waited till Adam hung the phone on me. Abruptly my eyes caught a figure that I yearned to converse with and it was just my luck that I should drive past them. As I slowed moderately to stop beside the figure I winded my window down.

“Sister,” I uttered calmly. Ahlam turned around and stared at me, confusion played on her face as she observed me. Within the same second she turned away, and questioned me about why I called her.

“We have the same lecture and I thought you’d like a lift,” I charmed. She was not in the slightest bit pleased or amused but she did smile gently, almost in an apologetic manner and I knew what her answer would be.

“Thank you for the offer brother but that won’t be necessary. I prefer to walk if that is ok,” she stated.

Her words opened a wound that I was not even aware of its existence. My face darkened and I quickly drove away, not giving her the satisfaction of knowing my feelings. How dare she reject my offer? Does she think she can get someone better then me? What a stupid girl! Vile thoughts rushed though my head and I felt my blood boil with rage.
 
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Chapter Nine



Darkness at the end of the tunnel
Hot blood rushed to my temples and they gently started to throb, indicating the upcoming of a rather dreadful headache. How dare she refuse me? Was all that rushed through my head. I never knew the meaning of rejection for I was not one who had ever been rejected. I had it easy as my friends would tell me so frequently. Smooth talker, good looking and good personality, I am allowed to be egotistical because I am sure of myself.


I stepped on the accelerator, oblivious to the road and those who drove beside me. My stomach churned with a strange sensation, it was certainly not because of lack of food.

Unexpectedly a lorry swerved out of control in front of me, I tried to escape but it was too late. My car was thrashed to the side of the lane, the engine roared in my ears. The glass window had shattered in my lap and I realized that the metal door had ripped.

A sharp part of the metal door went though my right thigh, my denim jeans darkened with thick blood. My heart started to thump violently and I couldn’t breathe anymore. My eyes become groggily with extreme pain and I lay weak on the leather seat of the car, Incapable of doing anything. “Can you hear me sir,” came a muffled voice, it sounded as though the person was light years away. I attempted to open my trembling cold lips but I had no energy.

I gently tried to signal with my hand but the pain was unbearable. A screaming voice rang in my ears and it took me several seconds to realize the screaming person was me.

“Sir…Sir….Sir…..” someone kept muttering.

Burning tears dribbled down my numb cheeks and I felt the salty tear drops enter the corners of my lips. Reality kept fading in and out before me. Blurry figures kept trying to reassure me as though that would suddenly make it better.

I was scared and alone, what if I die? Whispered a voice at the back of my head. My body started to shake aggressively for no reason, my body failed me and all I was aware of was some of the thoughts that hovered in my mind. I felt hopeless as death pulled me into darkness, into the next realm of eternity.

Please Allah don’t let me die, I’ll change, I’ll be a good Muslim. I kept repeating the statement in my mind, hoping for some ease.

“Hold in there son,” came a faint voice, it sounded like a man.

“Fight the angel of death,” he continued to yell. I snorted at the pathetic comment he declared so freely. Even I was not that ignorant to question the power of God’s creation.

I tried to keep my eyes open; as I was instructed to do. However, my eye lids became heavy. I could sense my conscience slipping away, darkness engulfing me with open arms. I attempted to keep my eyes alert but failed miserably. Shadows of unfamiliarity became my new domain, no soul to aid me, and there were no words of comfort that could be uttered by anyone.

No recognizable thoughts lingered in my conscience; all that seemed familiar to me was the intensity of darkness and morbidity.
 
Mashllah some great stories
this is a story i recently wrote for my sats (ks3)
i know its a bit childish but it was what my english teacher asked for,
any comments or suggestions will be appreciated
Jazakallah

Matt opened his eyes, but he was only greeted with darkness. He tried to stand up, and for a moment the world swam around him. It was as if all of the trees had decided to dance around him for the moment. After a minute they settled down, and Matt realized with some shock that he could see.
He couldn’t remember much, but even this failed to frighten him for the moment. His survival instincts kicked in and he started trudging through the forest, looking for any place where he could be safe from whatever dangers that might be waiting in this wild, lonely yet oddly comforting place. Looks could be misleading, Matt knew.
That was why he decided to investigate instead of run when he noticed something rustle behind him. Hearing it first, he then caught a glimpse of whatever it was: he could see fairly well in the dark, and wondered if the moon was full. He wondered whether or not there were any werewolves in this forest, and then realized he was smiling and wondered why.

He pushed the branches of the shrub aside and tried to see the source of the noise: it was a woman! She had blazing red hair, visible even in the dark of the night. She had a fair, though not beautiful face that would seem to place her in her early to mid twenties. Upon closer inspection, Matt realized that she was hurt.
“Are you alright?” he asked, in a quiet voice, trying to be soothing.
The woman’s eyes went wide, and she said nothing.
“Are you alright?” Matt tried again, pushing his way all the way through the bush so that he could kneel down and examine her wounds more thoroughly.
The woman seemed to have recovered at least some of her awareness, for she swallowed and answered, albeit falteringly, “Ye-e-s, I think so.”
“It looks okay,” said Matt, “but I’m no expert.” he paused. “Do you think you can stand? Or more importantly, walk?”
“Only one way to find out.” The woman slowly held onto the side of a tree trunk and pulled herself up. She shakily tried to take a few steps. “Yes, I think I’m fine.”
Matt nodded, relieved. The last thing he wanted was to be dragging some invalid around with him. Come on,” he said, and turned around, making his way through the bush. He had no idea what hazards were in these woods, and didn’t particularly want to find out. They, or at least he, needed to make the best time he could.
“What happened” he asked.
The woman looked nervous.
“What? You can tell me. I don’t bite,” snapped Matt, who was getting annoyed.
“Well, I was walking through the woods to get to the next town—“
“Eagerly Matt broke in. “Do you know where it is?!”
No, I’m sorry, I don’t,” faltered the woman. “As I was saying, I was walking to the next town to visit some relatives. It was just as the sun was going down, when I felt someone push me down from behind.” She ducked under a piece of branch as they continued on.
“Well?” inquired Matt, sounding exasperated.
“I was attacked by a vampire.”
This time, there was silence from the younger boy as he tried to absorb that information. “Oh,” was all he managed to get out.
“What are you thinking?” The woman started to look anxious. “You don’t think that I’ll turn into a vampire, do you?” They crunched there way through a slightly open field, and Matt realized that he could indeed see the full moon in the sky. It was round and full and a bright pure white, silently lending Matt strength.
“Oh, that’s an old myth,” scoffed Matt, though perhaps hesitating for just a moment. He tried to act normal while thinking of what to do. “Everyone knows that vampires kill for food, nothing more.” he paused, and tried to think of something to say to change the topic. “What’s your name?” was all that he could come up with.
“I’m Michelle,” came the reply. For a moment, there was silence.
“I’m Matt,” said the boy after an uncomfortable pause.
“What town were you trying to get to?”
“It doesn’t matter now, I just want to get back somewhere with people.”
Matt looked up at the moon again, which was now visible through the very tops of the trees. He studied its position in the sky, and guessed an approximate time. “Alright, come on then.”
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Yes,” lied Matt as he searched his brain for information on vampires. Sunrise was in about an hour—the sun killed vampires, didn’t it?
As if she had heard selected bits of the younger boy’s thoughts, Michelle licked her lips nervously. “What if it is true, and I am going to be a vampire?”
“I really don’t think it is. But if I’m wrong, well then, we’ll make sure that you’re inside when the sun rises.” Matt made sure that he sounded certain as he strode on.
“Wait a moment. I can’t keep going.” Michelle felt around with her hands until she found a stump to sit on. “I have to rest.”
Matt paused a moment, and leaned back against a tree as Michelle tried to catch her breath, letting out her breath in a gasping, gulping manner. Her face was pale, and beads of perspiration were on her forehead. “Why aren’t you tired?”
“I’m in good shape I guess,” responded Matt. “And you’re hurt.”
Michelle paused for a moment, but nodded at that. Abruptly, she asked, “Do you know when sunrise is?”
“Oh, not for another several hours,” Matt lied smoothly. You’re getting better at this, he congratulated himself. “We have plenty of time.”
Michelle nodded, still trying to recover as her white face still let off sweat. “Okay, I’m ready to get going again. We can’t waste time.”
“No, we can’t,” agreed Matt. Listening carefully, he looked around. He was realizing ever so slowly that his hearing was better than Michelle’s. What he heard now was the normal village sounds—the hum of a generator, the squeaking of gates, and some loud talking. It was very faint; he only just heard it over the rustling of wind through the trees and animals through the trees. The sounds, however, were there, towards the east.
“This way,” he said, leading his new friend west. They walked through the forest, stopping to rest every time Michelle couldn’t go any longer. Each time, Matt noted how much closer to sunrise it was.
“Its getting lighter isn’t it?” asked Michelle. “I can see the sky getting lighter.”
“No, it’s just the moon I think. Or your imagination,” answered Matt smoothly. “There’s nothing to worry about, I know what I’m doing.”
“No, I can see it! It’s getting lighter! But— she stopped, and her face slowly started to change as the realization of what happened had sunk in. “No! We’re too far away from everything! You tricked me!” she tried to calm herself and failed.
Matt was unsympathetic. “I did what I had to. You were a danger.”
“I’m myself! I wouldn’t have hurt anyone!”
The sun started to rise, casting a yellow light over everything. Matt smiled, turning to look at Michelle. Suddenly, he realized that her skin was feeling oddly prickly. He fell to the ground as a wave of memories swept over him. He suddenly remembered prowling through the night, hunting, and attacking Michelle. He ran his tongue over his teeth, and suddenly noticed that two of his teeth were long, almost pointy.
His eyes begged forgiveness from the older woman as her body slowly turned to dust.
 

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