Short Stories

Positive Thinking​

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”

“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Yes it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Wanna see my scars?”

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ‘He’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply… I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

Let this really sink in-
then choose how you start your day tomorrow.
 
A True story
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Subhan'allah How duas can change our problems please read this real story brothers and sisters hope you will learn something

Few years ago when I got divorced the world around me seemed dark and unfriendly. I felt like there is nothing to look forward to. I always felt like crying, and sometimes the tears were hard to stop. I was experiencing unusual aches and pains, had persistent negative thoughts, had difficulty concentrating and I was sensing guilt and worthlessness and had become very pessimistic and my future looked blank.

My marriage to my ex husband was a big mistake. Even though I was warned by my family members, I wanted to go ahead with it. Most of them had doubts about him but I wanted to marry him at any cost.
Maybe this is what is called “Love is blind”. I had come to UK for higher studies, originally being from Pakistan. I met my ex when he was in UK on a business visit. After mymarriage to him there was not a single day in my life when I did not cry. We got married in Pakistan and
he accompanied me to UK as my dependent. We hardly lived together for six months and he wanted to proceed to USA as he did not like this country. He was always at home, sitting and chatting with girls on computer. I still did not complain. I always thought thateverything would be alright one day.

Then one day he said to me that he has got a Job in USA and he is leaving and would be in touch with me on phone and net and once he got a house there he would call me. He left for USA and his attitude towards me started changing day by day. He was ignoring my calls and was behaving very rudely and also mentioned that he made a mistake by marrying me. I asked him for reason and he gave all lame excuses like there is no understanding between us etc etc.,

During this time I also came to learn that he was already married to a lady in Pakistan and that he is used to gambling. I still did not want to leave him or take divorce from him. I was very much scared of this word “divorce”.

I prayed to Allah that he should stop this divorce and make my ex come back to me. Everyone one was telling me to get rid of him but I did not have to courage to do so. I
was already in my early thirties and with the label of “divorcee” I was sure that nobody would accept me and would be left all alone. I remember that it was month of ramadhan, I fasted, prayed all night and when I got up in the morning I received a phone call from my mom that my ex has sent divorce notice by post. I was completely shattered. I kept on thinking that why did Allah not listen to my prayers. My mother kept telling me that there must be something good in it.

Everything happens because of a reason and Allah knows better. I kept crying and was very upset the whole day. As I could not sleep that night I was getting up again and again and
was very disturbed. I was raising my hands and asking Allah for help and was calling Allah all the time.

Then all of a sudden I remembered that my mother had gifted me Quran with translation and explanation a year ago and asked me to read it regularly so that I can find some comfort in it. Then I just got up from bed performed ablution and simply picked up the Quran and opened a page.

And in front of me was these verses from Surah talaq the translation of which is as follows:
[Surah Talaq 65:3] And will provide him sustenance from a place he had never expected; and whoever relies on Allah – then Allah is Sufficient for him; indeed Allah will accomplish His command; indeed Allah has set a proper measure for all things.
[Talaq 65:5] This is Allah’s command that He has sent down towards you; and whoever fears Allah – Allah will relieve his sins and bestow upon him a great reward.

After reading this I understood that whatever happened was God’s will and all this happened because he could no more see me leading a suffocated life with my ex. In past I spent most of my time pursuing my studies to build my career. I felt I never had time to read Quran and always felt very lazy to offer Salah too. But after that day onwards I started praying regularly and also started reciting Quran everyday. I recited following:-
Surah Baqrah : Once everyday for 12 days
Surah yasin : 40 times at any one day in a week
Namaz-e-Salatul Tazbi : On every Thursday
Surah Kahf : Every Friday
Ya allah Ya rahman Ya rahim- 1200 times daily
Durood-e-Shareef before and after - 1200 times
Ya allah hu ya salaamu – 1000 times everyday.
11 times Durood-e-shareef before and after.
Ya musabab ul asbab - 100 timesdaily
Durood-e-shareef – All day and night whenever possible
Listened to Tafseer of Quran by Dr
Ghulam Malik Murtaza on youtube

Almost six months passed by and I was happy, satisfied and content with my life. I started making progress and was forgetting my past gradually. I knew that no matter
what Allah is always with me and besides Allah I do not need anyone.

Then one day a friend of my brother came to visit us and mentioned to my brother about a
proposal for me. My brother discussed with me and invited the family over to our house. I was not sure weather this would finalize. I thought they would refuse after learning that I am a divorcee but by the grace of Allah everything worked out well I met my future husband and after two months I got married again. Allah had put everything in place.

Today after almost five years I can’t believe I am the same person. I got all the happiness I wanted and everything I wished for came true. I am now living a very happy married life with three beautiful children and a loving and caring husband. All this happened only due to dua’s and blessings of Allah. I am very much certain now that everything that happens in this world to us is only for our own good and only god knows better what lies ahead in future. All the hardship’s I had gone through was nothing but a blessing in disguise. I never felt so close to Allah as I now feel. I was always doubtful weather dua could change one’s destiny or not but now I am know for sure that by offering Salah, reciting Quran, making dua and placing trust in Allah can definitely change your life.

May Allah bless us all and give guidance to follow the right path.
Ameen!​
 
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A glass of milk

There once was a boy, who every day went door to door to sell things, in order to pay his school fees, because his parents were poor. One day he only had 10 cents in his pocket and had been severe tension in food. He decided at the next door to ask for something to eat.

But when he got there he did not have enough courage to ask. So instead of a meal he asked for a glass of water. The nice lady opened the door thought he looked a little hungry, and decided to give him a big glass of milk. He drank slowly, savoring every sip of it. ophad when he asked the woman: "How much do I owe you?" The woman said, "You owe me anything at all, I've always learned that you should not ask money for charity"
The little boy thanked her from the bottom of his heart.

When Faisal Ahmad left the house, he felt stronger, not only physically but also mentally, his faith in Allah subhana wata'ala and people had grown back.

Before he arrived in that House he was planning to give everything. But not any more, now he felt stronger than ever before.

Years later ...

This same woman was very sick. None of the local doctors could understand what was wrong with her. They sent her to the big city where the hospital was more specialized, and they could figure out what was wrong with her.

.Doctor Faisel Ahmad was called.

When he had heard from what village they came, filled his eyes with a strange light. Hastily he went down and went to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's clothes, he went inside.

He recognized her immediately ...

He went back to the treatment room and was determined to do everything to save her life. He gave her a special treatment.

But Al-Hamdoelilah after a long difficult period, the battle was fought and the woman was better.

Doctor Ahmad asked the finance department, if they wanted to send him the bill.

He looked after, when he wrote something at the bottom of the bill and the bill sent to her room.

When, the woman got the bill and opened it, she was sure that the rest of her life would cost to pay for everything. Something caught her attention that was written on the bill.

She read the words: "Having paid in full with one glass of milk"
Signed Dr. Ahmad

Tears of joy came from her eyes and she decided to go pray: "Thank you, Allah, that Your love is spread over human hearts and hands."


Soubhana Allah
 
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The bag of candy

In one of the evening was a woman in an airport waiting for her flight. While waiting, she went to a store and bought a book and a bag of candy in order to spend time in reading.
Suddenly, while she focused on her reading, she noted that a girl sitting beside her and a piece of candy from a bag, which lay between them, took and ate.

She first decided to ignore her, but she quickly became annoyed because the girl kept grabbing candy out of the bag and looked at her watch. The woman thought to herself, "if I do not ill-mannered and well behaved, then I sold her a spanking."

So it went further, every time the woman picks up a piece of candy, the girl also grabs a piece of candy, while the woman looks at her with an angry look. At one point the girl was quickly and grabbed the last piece of candy and shared it in two and, while smiling, gave one half to the women and ate the other half. The woman thought to herself: "what a wretch, besides that she is not mannered, she also not thanks me."

Then she heard a call that the flight has arrived. She stood up furious, without looking back to where the thief sat, and stepped into the plane. When she sat on the chair planning to put her book she almost finished reading back into her bag, she was shocked at the sight of the bag of candy that was in her bag. She began to think: "Oh my Allah, the candy bag was of that girl and she let me to eat with her!!" When she realized with pain in her heart, that she is very wretch, not mannered and even the thief in this situation.

How often we do not believe we are right in a case, while retrospectively we’re not? How often have we not given our trust in someone because we cling to our opinions that subsequently proved to be untrue? This must be the reason to think twice before we condemn others. Let's give the others thousands of opportunities, before we condemn them!
 
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Mother may I ask you something?

“Mother, may I ask you a question? "

"Of course, say it again? "replied the mother

"Mother, how much do you earn per hour? "

“That's nothing to you!” Why do you want to know? "said the mother irritated.

"I just want to know. May I please know how much you earn per hour? "asked Mohammed again.

"If you would like to know, I earn 7 dollar per hour. "

"Oh, "said Mohammed with a curved head. He watched his mother and asked "mother, may I maybe please borrow 4 dollars from you?"

The mother began to get angry and said, "if this is the reason that you asked me how much I earn so that you can borrow money from me for a stupid toy or something, you can walk straight to your room, to your bed and think carefully about how selfish you are.” I work long and hard, every day again and don't have time for childish games. "

The small Muhammad marched silently and disappointed to his room. He needed the 4 dollars so hard that otherwise he could not buy what he wanted for so long. The mother was reminded of her son his question. How he dared to ask such a thing to her to get money. After one hour after the mother had become calmer, she thought to herself if she was not too hard on her son. Perhaps there was a reason that he needed money because he never asks for money anyway. With a nagging conscience, the mother went to see her son. "Are you asleep?" she asked.

“No mother, I'm awake "replied Muhammad.”

"I've been thinking and maybe I was a bit hard against you," said the mother. "It was a long hard day and I vented on you. Here's the 4 dollars that you asked me."

Muhammad shot straight up and thanked his mother. "Oh, thank you mother, thank you!" he cried from happiness. He fumbled under his pillow and took what little money there as he had hidden under his pillow. The mother looked surprised and got angry when she saw that Muhammad himself had money already. Muhammad slowly began to count his money, joy sparkled from his eyes when he saw the money and had to smile more and more. What was Mohammed happy. Now he could finally buy what he wanted.

"Why do you want more money if you already have money? " Asked the mother.

"Because I did not have enough, but now I do" said Muhammad. "Mother, I now have 7 dollars ... Can I buy one hour of your time?"
 
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Sand and stone



A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. At one point during the journey they had an argument and one friend hit the other in the face.
The one who was beaten was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND HIT ME IN THE FACE."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who was beaten, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After he recovered, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had beaten and had saved his best friend asked him, "After I had beaten you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone, why?"
The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where the wind of forgiveness can erase it. But if someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. "
 
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Be like a pencil

A boy looked ever a time to his grandmother who was writing a letter. At one point he asked: Grandma, are you writing a story about what we have experienced together?? Or perhaps you’re writing a story about me??
His grandmother stopped with her letter and smiled, and said:I indeed write about you. But more important than the words I write, the pencil with which I write. I would like to see you later, if you're big, just as this pencil is.

The boy looked curiously at the pencil, but could find nothing special. But it is an ordinary pencil, nothing special!? It depends how you look. The pencil has five special things that will make you to someone who always will live in peace with the world:

First: You might fulfill great deeds, but you should never forget that there is a hand that leads you. This hand we call God, and He will always lead you according to His will.

Second: Sometimes I have to stop writing, to grind the point. This gives the pencil a little pain, but it is sharper. So you have to endure some pain, it makes you a better person.

Third: If you write with a pencil, you can always erase what you wrote. The lesson is that correct what we have done is not bad, but important is to go righteous trough life.

Fourth: The most important of the pencil is not the wood or the outside, but the graphite inside. So be more concerned about what's happening inside you.

Finally, what makes a pencil special, he always leaves a trail. Be aware that everything you do in your life, will leave traces and try to be constantly aware of it.
 
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The Muslim and the non-muslim

Somewhere in a western country broke the time of prayer. A Muslim entered a public washroom to perform the wudu. While there was a non-Muslim man who looked at him strangely.

Then our brother was about to wash his feet, he lifted his feet up for in to the sink.

This was the man who watched too much, which he in any indignation against the Muslim shouted: "What do you do now!"

The Muslim replied with a smile on his face: "I am performing the wudu."

The non-Muslim said, "You Muslims are just perverts. You always pollute public places. And now you are trying to convince me that you are cleaning yourself, while you're messing te sink with your dirty feet? This sink is for washing your hands and face and has to stay clean. "

The Muslim said: "May I ask you a question and you will answer me honestly?"

The non-Muslim said: "Go ahead."

The Muslim asked, "How many times a day do you wash your face?"

The non-Muslim said: "Once a day, getting up again and sometimes when I am overwhelmed by fatigue and stress."

The Muslim replied, smiling: "As for me, I wash my feet five times a day. Tell me, what is more cleaner: my feet or your face"

The non-muslim felt defeated and left speechless
 
A Small Boy​

There is a story of a 13 year old boy who decided to learn karate despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with his expert karate master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after six months of training the master had taught him only one move.

“Master” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”

“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the Master replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.

Several months later, the Master took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be over matched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when his Master intervened.

“No,” his Master insisted, “Let him continue.”

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

On the way home, the boy and Master reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Master, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” his master answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of karate. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grasp your left arm.”

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Moral: With the right Attitude you can make your biggest weakness into your biggest strength!!

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If Allah want

This is a story about trust and always seek Allah Subhana wa ta'ala (the Holy and Sublime).

There was once a king who had a minister, and that minister always trusted Allah Subhana wa Ta'ala and everything happening to him well-liked. One day the king cut himself accidentally in his hands, and lost a finger. He bled very much. The minister was beside him and saw everything done and said, "Khair, Khair insha'Allah". The king was furious and said, "How can you call this good, I lost a finger and you think that it's good?". "Close this man," the king said to the guards. When the guards took him the Minister said: ' Khair, Khair insha Allah. ' The King heard him and shook his head and looked the other way.

Days later the King was hunting in a deserted forest, he left his men and stuff behind, and went alone on path. In the forest, the king came against a people who were worshiping a statue. It was a celebration in honor of that statue, so they looked for a sacrifice. They saw the king and took him as a sacrifice, but their priest noticed that the king had no little finger and said, "This sacrifice is not perfect, the man missing a finger." The king was released and was very happy.

When the king returned to the palace, he told the guards: "Let the minister free, and let him come to me. When the minister arrived at the king, the king said this: "Now I understand why you said Khair, Khair sha Allah when I lost my finger.For I am of a people who wanted to kill me as a sacrifice escaped because I was missing a finger. " The Minister smiled and thanked Allah. The king said, but I have a question for you: "Why did you say Khair, Khair insha'Allah when you went to jail?" The man replied: ' I'm your Minister and should always be with you, if I was not taken to jail, then I had to go with you into the forest and then I was sacrificed instead of you, because I don't miss a finger. '

The king laughed and said ALHAMDU Lilah, Khair Khair sha Allah
 
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The Burnt Biscuits​

When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. And I remember one night in particular, after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: Honey, I love burned biscuits.
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.
He wrapped me in his arms and said, Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I make so many mistakes forget to congratulate people on their special occasions.

What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

Moral:

And that’s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life but always have trust in God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your

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Live For Others ...

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. "Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

'Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for others & inspire others.
 
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^^ just want to say that ghyer means except while khyer means good insha'Allah.. excellent story otherwise perhaps a mod can fix it insha'Allah..
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Dyazak Allah ugayran
I'm sorry my english isn't that good and i tried really hard to translate it, i guess i didn't tried hard enough :-[ sorry
Barakka Allah ufeik
 
Just a little...

Two teenagers asked their father if they could go to the theater to watch a movie that all their friends had seen he denied their request.

"Ah dad, why not?" they complained.

Dad replied: "Because every movie contains nudity and portrays immorality as being normal and acceptable behavior."

"But dad, those are just very small parts of the movie! That's what our friends who've seen it have told us. The movie is two hours long and those scenes are just a few minutes of the total film! It's based on a true story and good triumphs over evil, and there are other redeeming themes like courage and self-sacrifice. Even the movie review websites say that!"

"My answer is 'no,' and that is my final answer. You will not go and watch any film. End of discussion."

The two teenagers walked dejectedly into the family room and slumped down on the couch. As they sulked, they were surprised to hear the sounds of their father preparing something in the kitchen.

They soon recognized the wonderful aroma of brownies baking in the oven, and one of the teenagers said to the other, "Dad must be feeling guilty, and now he's going to try to make it up to us with some fresh brownies. Maybe we can soften him with lots of praise when he brings them out to us and persuade him to let us go to that movie after all."

The teens were not disappointed. Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm brownies, which he offered to his kids. They each took one.

Then their father said, "Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so much."

The teenagers smiled at each other with knowing glances. Dad was softening.

"That is why I've made these brownies with the very best ingredients. I've made them from scratch. Most of the ingredients are even organic; the best organic flour, the best free range eggs, the best organic sugar, premium vanilla and chocolate." The brownies looked mouth-watering, and the teens began to become a little impatient with their dad's long speech.

"But I want to be perfectly honest with you. There is one ingredient I added that is not usually found in brownies. I got that ingredient from our own back yard. But you needn't worry, because I only added the tiniest bit of that ingredient to your brownies. The amount of the portion is practically insignificant. So go ahead, take a bite and let me know what you think?

"Dad, would you mind telling us what that mystery ingredient is before we eat?"

"Why? The portion I added was so small, just a teaspoonful. You won't even taste it."

"Come on, dad; just tell us what that ingredient is?"

"Don't worry! It is organic, just like the other ingredients."

"Dad!"

"Well, OK, if you insist. That secret ingredient is organic ... dog poop."

Both teens instantly dropped their brownies back on the plate and began inspecting their fingers with horror.

"Dad! Why did you do that? You've tortured us by making us smell those brownies cooking for the last half hour, and now you tell us that you added dog poop! We can't eat these brownies!"

"Why not? The amount of dog poop is very small compared to the rest of the ingredients. It won't hurt you. It's been cooked right along with the other ingredients. You won't even taste it. It has the same consistency as the brownies. Go ahead and eat!"

"No, Dad ... Never!"

"And that is the same reason I won't allow you to go watch movies. You won't tolerate a little dog poop in your brownies, so why should you tolerate a little immorality in your movies?

We pray that Allah (swt) will not lead us unto temptation, so how can we in good conscience entertain ourselves with something that will imprint a sinful image in our minds that will lead us into temptation long after we first see it?"

Remember, we become de-sensitized a little bit at a time; it is the small and minimal sins that we forget the most.

Not to mention when we blindly update songs that contain word of shirk n kufr or indecency OR update movie clips or dialogues hence promoting them among our own Ummah is nothing but promoting FAHISH...
 
The King and the Poor Man

There was a king who decided to take a tour of his country. As he passed by different places, everyone rushed to see him. However, while passing by a certain place, he noticed a poor old man who did not pay any attention to the king's arrival and remained engaged in his own activities.

The king went up to this poor man and asked why he did not join the people to see him. The poor man replied, "Before you, there was another king who once passed by this place. Everyone gathered to see him as well. But, few days later he died and was buried in a place nearby. A poor man also died during that time and was buried near the king's grave.

After some time, a strong flood passed through that area causing those graves to overturn. As a result, the bones of the poor man became mixed up with those of the king's. We could not differentiate between them any longer. After seeing this, it does not matter to me anymore as to who is a king and who is a beggar. In the end, our home is the same."

The kings of kings is Allah.
 
Don't judge too quickly

There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly.
So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to
describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly,bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Moral
Don’t judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.
 
Once a boy went to a shop with his mother. The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said 'Dear Child..u can take the sweets...

But the child didn't take. The shop keeper was surprised.. Such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle. Again he said take the sweets....

Now the mother also heard that and said.. Take the sweets dear.. Yet he didn't take... The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets... He himself took the sweets and gave to the child. The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets.

While returning home the Mother asked the child... Why didn't you take the sweets, when the shop keeper told you to take?..

Can you guess the response: Child replies... Mom! My hands are very small and if I take the sweets I can only take few.. But now you see when uncle gave with his big hands.... How many more sweets I got!

Moral : When we take we may get little but when Allah gives...
HE gives us more beyond our expectations. .. More than what we can hold..!!
So Always Trust in Allah. He Always Does the Best for us!!
 
Your Good Actions will Never be Lost

Waleed was a young man, though he was poor financially but was definitely rich in character. One evening, after a long & tiring job he was going back to his home, when he saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road. Without a second thought Waleed got out from his car, as he had sensed that the lady badly needed help. The lady was very tensed, standing besides her BMW, not knowing what to do.

No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

Waleed said to her, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in my car where it’s warm? Till then I will fix your car.”

Being a mechanic, it didn’t take long for Waleed to fix the car.

Waleed just smiled as he closed the bonnet after fixing the car. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Waleed never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed.

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small restaurant. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.

She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.

The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Waleed.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were three more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she looked at him and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Waleed.”

Moral: Whatever good you do to others, it will be re-paid back to you some way or the other. Even if not in this world but definitely in the Hereafter.
 

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