Short Stories

Re: a story worth sharing

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one more hope to continue tis thread Allah knows the truth for sure

here it is.....


Last spring I was walking in a park. A short distance ahead of me was a mom and her three-year-old daughter. The little girl was holding on to a string that was attached to a helium balloon.


All of a sudden, a sharp gust of wind took the balloon from the little girl. I braced myself for some screaming and crying.


But, no! As the little girl turned to watch her balloon go skyward, she gleefully shouted out, "Wow!"


I didn't realize it at that moment, but that little girl taught me
something.


Later that day, I received a phone call from a person with news of an unexpected problem. I felt like responding with "Oh no, what should we do?" But remembering that little girl, I found myself saying, "Wow, that's interesting! How can I help you?"


One thing's for sure - life's always going to keep us off balance with its unexpected problems. That's a given. What's not preordained is our response. We can choose to be frustrated or fascinated.


No matter what the situation, a fascinated "Wow!" will always beat a frustrated "Oh, no."

So the next time you experience one of life's unexpected gusts, remember that little girl and make it a "Wow!" experience. The "Wow!" response always works . . .


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Assalamu alaikkum (warah)

to be frank i thought of having an ultimate thread like the thread for Official jokes.

and now it is here where i stand,

Thanks Mod hope i could share a few more on my futture posts.
 
here is one more from my part.


A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."


"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.


"No", she replied. "He's out."




"Then we cannot come in", they replied.


In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.


"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"


The woman went out and invited the men in"


" We do not go into a House together," they replied.


"Why is that?" she asked.


One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."


The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"


His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"


Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"


"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife.


" Go out and invite Love to be our guest ."


The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."


Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"


The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success !!!!!!"
 
The Monkey with the Wooden Apples

There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest.



He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. They were made of wood , but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter. He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first.



A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. In fact, he couldn't relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.



The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go?



Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again.



Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as " productive" - carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can ." He holds onto them compulsively.
 
Rasulullah said, 'Every man is a sinner, but the best of the sinners are those who repent and seek forgiveness.' When a man commits a sin, a black spot settles on his heart, but when he repents, it is washed away; otherwise the black spot remains permanently. It is important for us to remember that once we repent we should not repeat that sin.


Sincere Repentance

Allah says that even if our sins are as numerous as all the stars in the sky, all the grains of sand on this earth, or all the leaves of all the trees in this world, even then our sins are few in comparison with His mercy. Allah tells us to be penitent and He will accept our repentance.

Hadrat Hasan Basri (May the mercy of Allah be upon him) was a great shaykh from among our righteous predecessors. A woman would come to him whose husband had died, leaving behind a great fortune to their only son. The boy went astray because of this wealth and started wasting his youth in vain indulgences. The mother kept counseling him to mend his ways, and brought him to Hadrat Hasan Basri year after year, but the young man refused to pay heed.

Time came when his evil ways took their toll and the young man fell fatally ill. His mother seized this opportunity to counsel him towards repentance. This time her son paid attention and said to his mother, "I don't even know how to ask for forgiveness, take me to Hasan Basri so he may teach me."

A glimmer of hope flickered in the mother's heart, but she said that she was too old and weak to support and take him there. The son then asked her to bring Hadrat Hasan Basri to the house, and also to request him to lead his funeral prayer in case he died before they arrived.

Filled with hope, the mother hurriedly went to Hadrat Hasan Basri and told him what was happening. Hadrat had just given a hadith lesson and was tired and wished to rest. He thought that the son had just said these words to pacify the mother. Both he and the mother had been counseling him for years but he had not listened, so why would he change now? Hadrat Hasan Basri refused to come and also refused to lead the funeral prayer.

The mother returned broken-hearted and told the son that Hadrat Hasan Basri had refused to come. This news cut through the young man's heart like a knife, and tears filled his eyes. He said to his mother, "Please hear my final wish. I am so unfortunate that even the auliyaa refuse to lead my funeral prayer. My time is near: when I die, do not bury me in the graveyard, for I might become the cause of further suffering for others in the grave. Bury me at home, but before burying me tie your shawl around my neck and drag my corpse around the house because I am dying the death of a dog. I beg forgiveness for my sins and may Allah show mercy upon me." Saying this he recited the affirmation of faith (shahadah) and closed his eyes, leaving his mother crying.

Almost immediately there was a knock at the door. The mother ran and opened the door to see that it was Hadrat Hasan Basri. The mother asked him in surprise what he was doing there. Hadrat Hasan Basri replied, "I had gone to sleep when Allah said to me, 'What kind of a Friend (wali) are you that you refuse to lead the funeral prayer of another Friend of Mine?' And I realized then that Allah had accepted your son's repentance."

Allah is so merciful that He is willing to forgive the worst of us of the worst of sins, if only we repent sincerely any time before our death. May Allah guide us towards the realization of His unlimited mercy, and inspire us to take advantage of His forgiveness, and may He also guide us towards leading a pure life, and make us from among those who are sincere to Him. Ameen.
~Excerpt from a translation of Shaykh Zulfiqar's lecture.
 
The Prince Who Loved Allah


As a young boy, 'Abbaas, one of the sons of Haaroon Rasheed liked to talk and
listen to good religious people. He would visit graveyards frequently and learn
lessons from the outcome of people. He cared nothing for the way he dressed.



Once, when his father was
talking with his ministers and officers, the boy came up to them wearing
only two pieces of cloth, one round his waist and the other on his
head. The men looked at him. They did not like to see a prince dressed
this way. They thought it was not right for a king's son to dress in such
a poor manner. "This boy is very bad, he upsets his father. He should
dress properly so that the king may be proud of him when other kings come to
see him", they said. When the king asked his son to dress in rich
clothes the boy did not answer but decided to show them a miracle, something
he was able to do because of his intense love for Allah. He looked around
and seeing a bird a long way off, he called it to his side. The bird
flew onto the child's hand. He then told the bird to fly away and it
did so.



Having shown everyone what he was able to do because he loved Allah more than
anything else, he turned to his father and told him that he wore shabby clothes
because, if he loved Allah, such earthly things were not important and that
he was sad because his father seemed to love the world more than Allah.



Soon, the boy knew it was time to leave his father's court and serve Allah
Alone. He took with him a copy of the glorious Qur'aan and a precious ring,
which his mother gave him to make use of if he ever needed any money.



When the prince reached
Basrah, he worked as a labourer for one day in the week and took only
enough money to last him a week. At this time, Aboo 'Amar Basri (a learned
man and a mystic of repute) was looking for a builder to mend a wall
which had fallen down. Suddenly, he saw a handsome youth busy reciting
words from the glorious Qur'aan. He asked the boy if he would do the job.
The boy said, "I will do the job but I want only a small sum of money to last
a week and I must stop working at the times of Salaah". Aboo 'Amar
agreed to this and the youth started to work. By the end of the day Aboo
'Amar noticed that the boy had done the work of ten men. He paid him
his wages (minimal, as requested by the boy). To his surprise, the boy
did not come the next day. As he was so pleased with his work, Aboo 'Amar
set out to look for him but could not find him until the next week at
the same time and in the same place that he had seen him before. The
boy again asked for the same small sum of money and time off for Salaah,
and carried on building the wall.



At the end of the day, Aboo
'Amar gave the boy more money than he had asked for, but the boy would
not take more than what would last him a week. Aboo 'Amar waited until
the next week for the youth to come for work. He did not come and was
nowhere to be found. Aboo 'Amar looked all over for him. He told his
story in the following words: "I
asked all and sundry. At last a man told me that the boy had been ill
and lay unconscious in the forest. I paid a man to take me to him. When
I reached the place, the boy was lying on the ground, resting his head
on a stone. I spoke to him but he did not answer. I greeted him again and
this time he opened his eyes. He recognised me at once. I lifted his head
and put it in my lap. He raised his head and spoke some verses reminding
everyone about death and warned against people who were greedy for worldly
goods. He asked me to bathe him and bury him in one of his garments, to
give the other piece of cloth and his wudhoo cup to the man who would dig
his grave, to take the glorious Qur'aan and the ring to Haaroon Rasheed
personally and to tell him, 'These are your things. They belonged to your
son. Make sure you do as Allah wishes.' with that, the boy died. Only then
did I realise that the boy was the prince. I buried him there as he had
asked and took the ring to the King in Baghdad.



I stood on a high mound
near the palace and saw a troop of horsemen riding out from the palace.
Nine more battalions followed. The king himself rode with the tenth troop.
When I saw him, I shouted at the top of my voice. The king stopped and
I showed him the things that his son had left. He recognised them and
so I was able to tell him all I could about his son. Tears rolled down
his cheeks as I spoke. He ordered one of his guards to look after me until
he returned from his royal visit. When I saw the king again he was very
sad indeed. He asked me how I came to know his son. He was very shocked
to hear that his son, a prince, should wish to work as a labourer and
for enough money to last him only a week. I said that I had not known that
he was the king's son, and a Sayyid, the descendant of the Prophet Muhammad



The king asked me if I had
bathed his son with my own hands. I told him that I had and he took
my hands and pressed them to his heart as he said some couplets, which
showed his great sadness. He also visited the grave and recited more couplets,
which told of the fact that death must come to everyone."



Later, Aboo 'Amar Basri dreamt of the departed soul of this boy which told
him of his great joy in Paradise where he found happiness beyond the realms
of human thought or knowledge.
 
Re: MALAK (angel): (sad,true and nice story), the conversion OF A YOUNG GIRL

sistajannah said:
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 !!!!
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^^^ Is that a true story????? :-\
Great story anyways...I want to marry a hafiz...:statisfie
 
The Pearl Necklace

Qazi Abu Bakr Mohammed Ibn Abdul Baaqi Ibn Muhammed Al-Bazzaaz Al-Ansaari says :

‘I was a student in Makkah, may Allah Ta’ala protect it. One day I was so hungry and I could find nothing to remove my hunger. I found a small velvet pouch neatly tied with a tassel. I picked it up and returned home with it. I opened it and found a beautiful pearl necklace the like of which I had never seen before.

I went out again and I saw an old man with five hundred dinaars in a cloth crying out loudly : “This is the reward for the one who returns to me a pouch with a pearl necklace.”

I said to myself : I am in need and extremely hungry. I can benefit from this reward by returning the purse to the old man.

I approached him and said : “Come with me.” I led him to my house. He described to me the pouch, tassel, the pearls, the number of beads in the necklace and the cord it was tied with. I took out the pouch and gave it to him. He handed over to me the five hundred dinaars. I refused to accept the reward saying : “It was necessary for me to return the pouch to you without any reward in return.” He insisted that I take it but I refused. He finally left.

After a time I left Makkah and I traveled by sea. The vessel carrying us was wrecked. Many passengers were drowned and their possessions were lost. I managed to hold onto a piece of the floating vessel and I continued to float on the ocean not knowing where I would end up. I ended up on an island inhabited by people. I went to one of their masaajid and began reciting the Quran. Soon people began coming to me to learn to recite the Quran correctly. I soon became quite well to do amongst these people.

One day I noticed a few pages of a Quran in the same Masjid. I picked them up to read them. When the people saw me they asked if I could write. I replied that I could and they requested me to teach them to write. Soon many of them brought their children to me so that I could teach them as well. This occupation of mine soon made me quite independent.

After some time they requested me to marry an orphan girl from amongst them. I refused but they insisted and I finally agreed to their request. After the nikaah had been performed she was brought to me. I could not remove my gaze from her because I saw the very same pearl necklace around her neck. The people said to me : “O Sheikh, you will break the heart of this girl by staring at her necklace instead of looking at her.” I narrated the story of the necklace to them. They all shouted out the takbeer so loudly that the inhabitants of the entire island could hear it. I asked them what the matter was and they replied : “The man who had taken the necklace from you was the father of this girl and he used to say : ‘I have not found a true Muslim in the world like this man. May Allah bring him so that I could marry him to my daughter.’ This dua of his has been fulfilled.”

I stayed with my wife and was blessed with two sons from her. She finally passed away and I together with my two sons inherited her necklace. Later, my two sons also passed away and I became the sole owner of the necklace. I sold it for a hundred thousand dinaars.

(Safhaat Min Sabri Ulama pg. 74)

Lesson
1. Honesty is the best policy
2. Allah Ta’ala provides from sources that man cannot comprehend.
 
Thaaaaaaaanx Alot For This Brilliant Thread And For The Stories ...they R Really Brilliant And Meaningful
May Allah Bless U..
My Regards..
 
ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR TURN?


He was a student, probably in his early twenties. I didn't know his name-I really didn't care. All I know is he was going for a lay-up while playing basketball, lost his balance and fell on the ground--flat on his back.
We thought he would shake it off and continue the game--so no one really cared. To everyones surprise, he never got up. At first a few people on his team (later everyone) went up to him but he just wouldn't reply.

CPR did no good. The ambulance personel couldn't save him from dying. The result at the ER was no better. HE WAS DEAD!

As I came home tonight, I thought to myself, it could have been me going up for that lay-up. It is very possible that I could be laying in the cold city morgue, right this minute, as I type this e-mail.

Am I ready to die? Did I communicate with Allah today? Did I perform my daily prayers? Did I seek the pleasure of Allah?

Did I treat my parents and family with respect and love? Did I give any at all in charity (sadaqa) today? How many times did I remember Allah and recount His name?

The entire day I made time to go to school, check my e-mail, read the news, chat with friends, watch TV, play basketball.......but did I even once say "Estagfirullah"? Did I ask Allah to forgive the sins that I've commited today? NO! Not once.

Did I say "Elhamdulillah" other than in my daily prayers? NO! Not once my friends. Would you like to know why? Because I was too caught up with myself and my daily activities.

Well, guess what. I could have lost my life during a lay-up in a basketball game and what do I have with me? Not a thing. Nothing that I did today do I get to bring with me to the grave. Nothing.

A few words that I could have uttered were the only things that I could have brought with me. A few words that would've taken a few seconds of concentration out of the 24 hrs. that was alloted to me.

A few cents in charity instead of cold drinks and candy bars could have saved my soul. But I insisted to continue with my careless attitude.

Thank God it wasn't my turn to go, because I sure wasn't ready.

Now I close my eyes and say Elhamdulillah. Now I look back and say Estagfirullah. Now I have a different attitude. Now, I want to prepare for my turn.

Did you perform your prayers today? Did you give in charity and love? Did you ask for forgiveness yet? Do you care? I'm asking because I don't want to see you fall, knowing you aren't ready for your turn.

Are you ready for your turn?
 
Re: Motivating Stories

mmc said:
Story 1 :

We all must have seen a fly trapped in a room ! If it reaches a glass window it continues to flutter at the glass, trying to escape. It does not think there can be other openings in the room to escape !


Mashallah tallah ; the point of view portrayed here is very good.
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Re: The Monkey with the Wooden Apples

Tilmeez said:
There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest.



He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. They were made of wood , but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter. He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first.



A fruit tree reminded him, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruit. In fact, he couldn't relax, either, if he was to defend his apples. A proud, but less happy monkey continued to walk along the forest trails.



The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go?



Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again.



Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as " productive" - carries it like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his busyness leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can ." He holds onto them compulsively.
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Thats really wonderful
 
A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. "You are employed" he said. "Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start. The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email. “I’m sorry", said the HR manager, “If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job. The man left with no hope at all.

He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. 5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.

He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email". The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!!"The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"


Moral of the story:

1) Internet is not the solution to your life.
2) If you don't have internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.
3) If you received this message by email, you are closer to being an office boy, than a millionaire. ..
 
AsalamuALaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh,

An old Arab lived close to New York city for more than 40 years. One day, he decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak.

His son was in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an email explaining the problem: “Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me and dig up the garden for me. I love you, your father.”

The following day, the old man received a response via e-mail from his son: ”Beloved father, please don’t touch the garden. That is where I have hidden ‘the THING’. I love you too, Ahmed.”

At 4pm the FBI and the Rangers visited the house of the old man and took the whole garden apart, searching every inch. But they couldn’t find anything. Disappointed, they left the house.

The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son: ”Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That is all I could do for you from here. Your loving son, Ahmed”.

Source: http://www.islamictimes.co.uk
 
swanlake said:
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The man who got trapped in an island

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.

He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.
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Mashallah Tallah , May Allah SWT give all of us the patience
 
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my story isn't really one to take morals from, excpet maybe gratefullness, but none the less its still a nice story.

lets call it "the shoe box baby."
well this baby was born premature, (i think it was 3 months) anyways, because he was so small, he had to sleep in a shoe box. anyway, eventually this baby grew up into a man, who went to jihad against the soviets in Afganistan. So obviosuly when you're in the wilderness you dont have that much to eat. One day, allah decreed that he return home. After arriving home, one day he saw his mum baking cookies. he picked up a crumb, and said to his mum, "mum, do you know how much we treaured this during out time over there."
anyways, that all the stiry is. im not a very good story teller, (as you all noticed) but i thought i'd share it with you.
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