Short Stories

Man in the Sea

Once a group of men walking around the beach beside the gushing sea water.

Suddenly, they spotted the body of a man wobbling up and down in the heavy waves.

“Thinking the man was dead, they ran near the beach trying to figure out how they were going to fish the dead body out of the water so that it wouldn’t be swept out to sea.

Their discussion came to an abrupt halt when the man, who they had thought was dead emerged out of the water, dried himself off and started walking away.

The men ran after the young man and asked, ‘How did you survive in that water?

No one could swim in that water without being killed.’

“‘It is really easy’ the man replied.

‘I just went up when the water went up, and down when the water went down.’”

Moral: Life always has its up’s and down’s. It’s how we adjust and handle ourselves in these situations decides how far we go in life. The moment you quit you lose the battle.

Dear Readers, share your experiences on how to handle the difficulties of life.

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[h=2]Muslim Personalities[/h]As Salaamu alaikum,

I would like to dedicate this thread to all those Muslim personalities that have made a difference to society or brought about some great changes for the betterment of society. They don't necessarily have to be Prophet's (alayhis salaam) or Sahaba (radiAllahu anhum).

HASSAN AL BANNA

He was the founder of one of the largest & most influential Muslim revivalist organizations in the 20th century. Hasan Al Banna was born in the village of Mahmudiyya in 1906. He was the oldest son of Ahmad bin Abdur Rahman Al Banna. His father was a local watch repairer, respected local Imam, educated at Al Azhar & also a Quraan teacher at the local mosque, where Hasan Al Banna first received his education.

His charismatic appeal, leadership potential & religious inclinations were evident from an early age. At a young age he memorized the Quraan & began to organize committees & societies stressing Islamic morals & principles. At the age of 16, he enrolled into Darul Uloom college in Cairo and it was here that he saw the extent of which secular & western ways had penetrated the very fabric of society. While studying in Cairo, he immersed himself in the writings of Islamic reformers and more particularly those of Syrian Rashid Rida’s Al Minar Magazine. He shared Rida’s concern with the decline of Islamic civilization relative to the West and believed that this could only be reversed, by returning to an unadulterated form of Islam.

Upon graduating, Hasan was appointed as an Arabic teacher in a primary school in Isma’illiya which at the time served as headquarters of the Suez Canal Company. The military camps, lavish homes of foreign employees & the public utilities owned by foreign interests next to the squalid dwellings of the Egyptian workers appalled him & strengthened his determination to rid Egypt of the British and Western influences. In an effort to spread his message he involved himself actively in the life of the community by conducting night classes for his student’s parents, by having informal discussions in the mosque, coffeehouses and private homes. His basic message was that Egypt had lost its soul, it had become politically sub-servient and economically dependent because it had strayed from the path that had been laid down by Allah. It was to spread this message that on March 1928, the Society of Muslim Brotherhood or “Jamaat al Ikhwanul Al Muslimoon” was launched.

His goal was the institution of an Islamic state with a Khaliph as its leader and the Quraan as its basis for law and the Ikhwan was to be the means of achieving this goal. By 1934 , the Ikhwan had established more than fifty branches in Egypt. They set up numerous schools, mosques & factories and at the end of World War II, The Ikhwan had over half a million active members and around twice as many supporters.

Between 1948 & 1949, shortly after the society had sent volunteers to fight in the war in Palestine, the conflict between the monarchy & the society reached its climax. Concerned with its increasing popularity as well as rumours that it was plotting a coup, Prime Minister An Nukrashi Pasha disbanded it in December 1948 with scores of its members being jailed. Less than three weeks later, the prime minister was assassinated and the blame attributed to the Ikhwan.

On the 12th February 1949, in a crowded market in Cairo, Hassan Al Banna was shot dead by an assassin. He was only 43 yrs old at the time. The Muslim Brotherhood since the martydom of Hassan Al Banna survived all attempts to stifle it. Not only did it grow even stronger in Egypt, but it created branches in all the Arab countries. The Islamic resurgence manifest today in the Arab World owes its origin directly or indirectly to the Muslim Brotherhood Organisation. The legacy of Al Banna is thus still present and will continue to shape the destiny of Arab Societies.
 
What Goes Around, Comes Around

Also:من ترك شيئاً لله عوضه الله خيراً منه

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. 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. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. 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. Bryan 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, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
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, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. 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 Bryan.
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 four 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 gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”
 
Being With Your Mother

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.

She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would Love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
“What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.

She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said.

“Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.”

I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home.

“Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her.

Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined.

An attached note said:
“I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ‘I love YOU’ and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some “other” time.

Its not just your mother you should spend time with remember even a moment you spent with is sometimes worth a lot.

You don't know under what circumstances anyone might be. Meeting people feels really good. Don't think it's too difficult to extract time from your schedule. Remember Allah loves those who do good. :)
 
Everybody like short story. There are many short story. next I will share with u. thanks.
 
Think out of the box

In routine village life was routine for each and every member on the rustic side. They peeled their eyes open at the hint of sunrise. Washed up, packed and set off to gain from the earth’s womb.

But among the routizens, there was one young lad, Rolta who shirked off routine to think differently. He wanted to dwell on his own, live out from his own muse. So he looked around for ideas. People poked fun at him; his friends thought he was a bit bent in the head. While his parents cursed themselves for rearing a black sheep in their home.

But Rolta turned a blind ear to the incessant ugly downpour of words. He trusted his instincts and kept his head up high. One day as he walked through the village, his shoes got entangled in the weed that grew surreptitiously on the ground. Yanking it out from them, Rolta landed on his bottom with a thud, clutching his shoes to his chest he laid there for a few minutes and then suddenly, it dawned on him what he wanted to do in life.

He went around observing the shoes of everyone in the village and pitied the sight of tattered footwear where flies had made their nest and cracks multiplied generously. The city shoes were too expensive for the poor villagers and so they wore shoes till no one could use it ever again, not even a cockroach.

Rolta went to the city to collect information and resources on how to make shoes. He worked with a shoemaker only to return home 6 months later, equipped with knowledge and material. He made a pair of shoes for everyone in his house who proudly prodded the village citing their son’s talent. Soon people requested Rolta to make shoes for them. He did at a price they could pay, but at a price with his profits included.

Word spread like fire and Rolta had shoe projects he never dreamed of. He put up a board at his home, Rolta Shoe Mart – give your feet some love. Was the tagline he used to attract people and profits.

And so Routine Village had something un-routine about it. There was a new cobbler that made shoes in their village. Soon Rolta employed 6 men in his studio factory and taught them the craft of weaving rubber and tan. Transporters were employed to deliver the products. Suppliers were employed to receive the products. Rolta’s father was given the charge of the factory’s finance. His mother was in charge of quality. Everyone in Rolta’s family had a job that earned them more money than their regular jobs.

Rolta’s parents were now proud of their son. He was not the black sheep of the house anymore, name calling was forsaken. Instead now it was ‘Rolta saheb’, after all he was the village saviour.

Moral : Always trust yourself and your instincts. Be proud and confident of yourself no matter how small a person you are.
 
"A Masjid attender wrote a letter to the eiditor of a Newspaper and complained That it made no sense to go to mosque every Friday.

“I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time and the Imaams are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.”

This started a real controversy in the ‘Letters to the Editor’ column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

“I’ve been married for 37 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals, But I do know this… They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.

Likewise, if I had not gone to mosque for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!’

When you are DOWN to nothing…. Allah is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank Allah for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!
 
The Student who made his Teacher cry:

A teacher told one of his lazy students:
“If you bring me a handful of the dust of Paradise, you’ll be a successful student."

The next day, the little boy came with a handful of dust and gave it to his teacher. The teacher became angry and said :

"Are you kidding me! Where did you get this from?”

The student answered with tears in his eyes,
“This dust was under the feets of my mother, didn’t you teach us that Paradise lies under the feets of mothers?"
 
Crumbled sheet

When I was a child, because of my impulsive character, I was angry at everything. In most cases, after these incidents I felt ashamed and I tried to console those I have hurt
One day, my teacher saw me apologizing after an explosion of anger and handed me a sheet of plain paper and said:

Knead the paper now!

With fear, obeyed and did a ball with it. The teacher told me again, to now leave it as it was before.

Obviously I could not leave it as before. The paper was still full of folds.

The teacher told me: “The hearts of men are like that roll”. The impression left on them will be hard to erase just as it is hard to erase these wrinkles . So I learned to be comprehensive, and more patient.

When I feel like bursting, I remember that crumpled paper. The impression left on people is impossible to erase. When we hurt someone with our actions or our words, we just want to fix the error, but it’s too late ….

Someone once told me : “Speak only when their words can be as gentle as silence. “

We will always be responsible for our actions.

Seize the day to reflect on the leaves you’ve kneaded throughout this life
 
Wait For The Brick


A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!

He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?

That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.

"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.

"It's my brother," he said.

"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home

. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.

It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick!
 
A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.

The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden.

Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there.

The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out.

The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all.

"Now pull out that one," said the old man pointing to a bush.

The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out.

"Now take this one out," said the old man, indicating a guava tree.

The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge.

"I ... It's impossible," said the boy, panting with the effort. "So it is with bad habits," said the wise.

Moral :When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted.

The session with the old man changed the boy's life.
 
Making A Difference

My friend was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.

As my friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had washed up on the beach, and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water. My friend was puzzled.

He approached the man and said. “Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing.”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see its low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die up here from lack of oxygen.”

“I understand,” my friend replied, “but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’t possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can’t you see that you can’t possibly make a difference?”

The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, “Made a difference to that one!”
 
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Mouse Trap


A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

What food might this contain?



The mouse wondered - - - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.




Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning:
There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, 'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.'
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'
The pig sympathized, but said, I am so very sorry, Mr.Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.'
The mouse turned to the cow and said, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'
The cow said, 'Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.'
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap . . . alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.
But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
Remember ---- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
SEND THIS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER HELPED YOU OUT AND LET THEM KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.
REMEMBER. . . . . . EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD
IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.
One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a FRIEND!!!
 
Kindness


One day a woman was walking down the street when she spied a beggar sitting on the corner. The man was elderly, unshaven, and ragged. As he sat there, pedestrians walked by him giving him dirty looks they clearly wanted nothing to do with him because of who he was — a dirty, homeless man. However, when she saw him, the woman was moved to compassion.

It was very cold that day and the man had his tattered coat — more like an old suit coat rather than a warm coat — wrapped around him. She stopped and looked down. “Sir?” She asked. “Are you all right?”

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, as so many others had done before. “Leave me alone,” he growled.

To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling - her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”

The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” The man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.”

Just then, a police officer came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” He asked.

“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”

The officer scratched his head. “That’s old jack. He has been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”

“See that cafeteria over there?” She asked. “I am going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”

“Are you crazy, lady?” The homeless man resisted. “I do not want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I did not do anything.”

“This is a good deal for you, jack,” the officer answered. “Do not blow it.”

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table. “What is going on here, officer?” He asked. “What is all this. Is this man in trouble?”

“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the police officer answered.

“Not in here!” The manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”

Old jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you will let me go. I did not want to come here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, are you familiar with eddy and associates, the banking firm down the street?”

“Of course i am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”

“And do you make a good profit from providing food at the weekly meetings?”

“What business is that of yours?”

“I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the Company.”

“Oh.”

The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I am on duty.”

“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. “I will get your coffee for you right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said.

“That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.” She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. “Jack, do you remember me?”

Old jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes “I think so; I mean you do look familiar.”

“I am a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I have even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” The officer said questioningly. He could not believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I could not find anything. Finally, I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that i could get something to eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually, I started my own business that, with the help of god, prospered.”

She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He is the Personnel Director of my Company. I will go talk to him now and I am certain he will find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet and if you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you,” he said.

“Do not thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank God. He led me to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. “Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.

“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And thank you for the coffee.”

She frowned. “I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That is black.”

The officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. “Yes, I do take cream and sugar — perhaps more sugar than is good for me.” He patted his ample stomach.

“I am sorry,” she said.

“I do not need it now,” he replied smiling. “I have got the feeling that this coffee you bought me is going to taste as sweet as sugar.”


Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/96327-story-moral-worth-reading-kindness.html#ixzz1tL7bqALz
 
Burnt toast

“When I was a little Boy, I remember one day in particular when she had made breakfast. She must have been very tired. My mom placed a plate of eggs, and rather burned toast in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how was I ready for school. I don’t remember what I replied, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jam on that toast and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Baby, I love burned toast.’

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Momma works hard day after day and she’s real tired.

And besides a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!’ You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best football player either.

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

We should learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of Allah. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship in fact – as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!”
 
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Look After Your Rocks

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks right to the top, rocks about 2″ diameter.He then asked the students if the jar was full ? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them in to the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.The students laughed. He asked his students again if the jar was full ? They agreed that yes, it was.

The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life.

The rocks are the important things – your faith, your beliefs, your family, your partner, your health, your children – anything that is so important to you that if it were lost,you would be nearly destroyed.

The pebbles are the other things in life that matter,but on a smaller scale.The pebbles represent things like your job,your house,your car etc.

The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first,there is no room for the rocks.

The same goes for your life.
If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff,material things,you will never have room for the things that are truly most important.Pay attention to the things that are critical in your life.

Play with your children. Spend quality time with your spouse. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, fix the car etc.

Moral :Take care of the rocks first, the rest is just pebbles and sand!!!
 
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A lady was inquiring about Islam yesterday and was debating with a brother about evolution.

A visiting shaykh was passing by and heard her say, "I have a problem with the notion that woman is from the rib of man".


The shaykh said "you have a problem coming from the rib of man, but no problem coming from a monkey!" She laughed, and was quiet.
 
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> Burnt toast






“When I was a little Boy, I remember one day in particular when she had made breakfast. She must have been very tired. My mom placed a plate of eggs, and rather burned toast in front of my dad.






I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how was I ready for school. I don’t remember what I replied, but I do remember watching him smear butter
> and jam on that toast and eat every bite!







When I got up from the table, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my
> dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Baby, I love burned toast.’






Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Momma works hard day after day and she’s real tired. And besides a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!’ You know, life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I’m not the best football player either.





Moral: What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each > other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
>
> We should learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life
> and lay them at the feet of Allah.






Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn’t a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship in fact – as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!”
 
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This is a true story of a Niqabi sister in France

After picking groceries in the supermarket, the Niqabi sister stood in the line to pay. After few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter.

The checkout girl who was non Hijabi Arab Muslim girl started to scan the items of the Niqabi sister one buy one and then she looked at her with arrogance and said :”we have in France many problems, your Niqab is one of them!!

We, immigrants, are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history! If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want!!” The Niqabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and took off her Niqab…

The checkout girl was in total chock! The Niqabi girl who was blond with blue eyes told her:”I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant! This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM!! You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you!”
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This is a fact! Many revert Muslims have stronger faith than born Muslims! SuhanAllah!

Indeed,"Islam began a stranger and, then, it will return as it began. Then bliss to the strangers!"​

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