Short Stories

[jameelash]

Salam
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Here is a wonderful story that dates back to the 19th century England :
According to the account, Queen Victoria was once at a diplomatic reception in London . The guest of honor was an African chieftain. All went well during the meal until, at the end, finger bowls were served. The guest of honor had never seen a British finger bowl, and no one had thought to brief him beforehand about its purpose. So he took the bowl in his two hands, lifted it to his mouth, and drank its contents down!

For an instant there was breathless silence among the British privilege guests, and then they began to whisper to one another. All that stopped; however, when Queen Victoria silently took her finger bowl in her two hands, lifted it, and drank its contents! A moment later, 500 surprised British ladies and gentlemen simultaneously drank the contents of their own finger bowls.

It was the queen's uncommon courtesy that guarded her guest from certain embarrassment.

This is a very rare but very effective human trait which only true leaders can demonstrate!


Moral of the story

While the most common human trait is to look for chances to humiliate someone else or be neutral when they make a mistake, it takes presence of mind, uncommon courtesy to follow someone else's mistake in order to guard them from embarrassment!

 

[54321]

She smliled...

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.

He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.

The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.

The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.

The man on the street was grateful,
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.

He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.

On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.

The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.

He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be president.

All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.


Smile, it's sunnah ​

 

[Muslim Woman]

[h=2]The black dot[/h] Inspiring stories


A small town chamber of commerce invited a speaker to address its annual dinner. The community’s economy was bad, people were discouraged, and they wanted this motivational speaker to give them a boost.
During her presentation, the speaker took a large piece of white paper and made a small black dot in the centre of it with a marking pen. Then she held the paper up before the group and ask them what they saw.
One person quickly replied, “I see a black dot.”
“Okay, what else do you see?”
Others joined in agreement : “A black dot.”
“Don’t you see anything besides the dot?” she asked.


A resounding “No” came from the audience.

“What about the sheet of paper?” asked the speaker. “I am sure you have all seen it”, she said, “But you have chosen to overlook it.”




“In life, we also tend to overlook and take for granted many wonderful things that we have or happen around us and focus our attention and energy on small, dotlike failures and disappointments. The so called ‘problems’ that we have are usually like the black dot on the paper. They are small and insignificant if we can widen our horizon and look at the whole picture.”



Are you one of the person who focus your attention and energy on dot-like problems?

Author Unknown​

 

[Innocent Soul]

It was their anniversary, and Maryam was waiting for her husband Bilal to show up. Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute, Couldn’t-live without-each-other couple had turned bitter... Fighting over every little thing, both didn't like the way things had changed.

Maryam was waiting to see if Bilal remembered it was their anniversary! Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her husband, wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand. The two started reliving the old days. Making up for fights, there was then plans for dinner, a walk on the beach and much more.

And rain outside! It was just perfect. But the magical moment was paused when the phone in the bedroom rang. Maryam went to pick it up and it was a man.

"Hello ma'am, I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr Bilal Mahomed' number?"

"Yes it is!" "Im sorry mam; but there was an accident and a man died. We got this number from his wallet; we need u to come and identify his body."

Maryam's heart sank... "But my husband is here with me?"

"Sorry mam, but the incident took place at 2, when he was boarding the subway. Maryam was about to lose her senses. How could this happen!

She knew these type of things she has heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves! She ran into the other room. He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!

Oh God, she would have died for another chance to make amends for every little silly fight before now! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Bilal came out again and said, "Hun, I forgot to tell you my wallet was stolen today"

Life might not give you a second chance.So never waste a moment when you can make up for your deeds.Make up for your deeds!

Let's start making amends with spouses, With parents, With in-laws, With siblings, With friends, With children, With everyone in short. Share love not hate, you don't know how long you've got to live really.

 

[jameelash]

thank you sister innocent soul.an eyeopening story

 

[Serendipity]

Love this thread.

 

[Innocent Soul]

Are You Old?

One day an old Fox starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a Lion heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old Fox thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in big trouble now!”

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching Lion. Just as the lion is about to leap, the old Fox exclaims loudly, “Yumm, that was one delicious Lion! I wonder, if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young Lion halts his attack in mid- strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slips away into the trees.

“Whew!,” says the Lion,”That was close! That old Fox nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a Rabbit who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the Lion. So, off he goes.

The Rabbit soon catches up with the Lion, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the Lion.

The young Lion is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, Rabbit, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that Stupid old Fox!”

Now, the old Fox sees the Lion coming with the Rabbit on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?,” but instead of running, the Fox sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old Fox says…

“Where’s that stupid Rabbit? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another Lion!”

Moral of the story: Don’t mess with the old age & experience will always give an edge over the inexperienced youth.

 

[Muslim Woman]

Would you have made the same choice?


At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning to
disabled children, the father of one of the students
delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who
attended.



After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he
offered a question.





"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything
nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son - Shay - cannot learn things
as other children do.



He cannot understand things as other children do.




Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
> > The audience was stilled by the query.





> The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."




The father then recounted the following story:
"Shay and I were walking past a park where some boys Shay
knew were playing baseball.




Shay turned and asked me, "Do you think they'll let me play?"



"I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it
would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.





So I approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play."





"The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he
took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.







I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put
him in to bat in the ninth inning."




"In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few
runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning
from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands."



"In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on
base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.







At this juncture, I was
wondering whether they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
game or do they have someone else bat in his place?"






"Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a
hit was all but impossible cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to
the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so
Shay could at least be able to make contact.






The first pitch came and Shay
swung clumsily and missed.






The pitcher again took a few steps
forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.





As the pitch came in, Shay
swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher."



"The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have
easily
thrown the ball to the first baseman.



Shay would have been out and that
could have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and turned and threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the
reach of the first baseman."






"Everyone started yelling," Shay, run to first! Run to
first!"








Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base.





He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"




"By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had
the ball.






He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the
tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.




Shay ran toward second base
as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home."





"Shay reached second base, where the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to
third!"






"As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were
screaming, "Shay, run home!"






"Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as
the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team."



"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling
down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."






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[Muslim Woman]

Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.

Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?"

So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I smoke while I pray?

But the Priest says, "No, my son, you may not. That's utter disrespect to our religion."

Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him.

Max says, "I'm not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try." And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I pray while I smoke?"

To which the Priest eagerly replies, "By all means, my son. By all means."

Moral: The reply you get depends on the question you ask.

For Example: Can I work on this project while I'm on leave?




Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/382309-two-short-moral-stories.html#ixzz23Ug4u72s

 

[Muslim Woman]

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 nice!!", 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, the 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!!!!!!"



Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/335913-100-short-moral-stories.html#ixzz23UhA19qS​

 

[Muslim Woman]

ONE BEDROOM FLAT...

WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN ENGINEER..

A
Bitter Reality

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in
Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the
land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it
was as if a dream had come true.


Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I
would be staying in this country for about Five years in which
time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement,
the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.


I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling
homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and
speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and
pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange
rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have
only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within
these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.
Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for
all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be
talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through
all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting
shorter I was forced to select one candidate..


In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get
married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After
the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after
them, we returned to USA.


My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she
started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India
increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our
savings started diminishing.

After two more years we started to
have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us
by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked
me to come to Indiaso that they can see their grand-children.


Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part
monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting
Indiawas a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a
message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I
couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The
next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there
was no one to do the last rights the society members had done
whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.


After couple more years passed away, much to my children's
dislike and my wife's joy we returned to Indiato settle down.
I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my
savings were short and the property prices had gone up during
all these years. I had to return to the USA....


My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to
stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USAafter
promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an
American and my son was happy living in USA ... I decided that
had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India ... I
had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a
well-developed locality.


Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is
for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife
has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes

I wondered was it worth all this?

My father, even after staying in India,

Had a house to his name and I too have
the same nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing.
This ****ed cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these
children are losing their values and culture because of it. I
get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well
at least they remember me.


Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will
be performing my last rights, God Bless them.

But the question
still
remains 'was all this worth it?'

I am still searching for an answer.................!!!

START THINKING

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..

START LIVING IT ……. Reply





Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/317400-short-moral-stories.html#ixzz24Fphu3mL​

 

[Innocent Soul]

Power of Positive Talk

A man was lost while driving through the countryside. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.

“Warwick can get you out of that ditch,” said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, “Yep, old Warwick can do the job.” The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!”

And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.

The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, “Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?”

The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.”

 

[Innocent Soul]

The little boy

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.

She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”

The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”

Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”

The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son?One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else.

“I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die.

Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.”

She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”

Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult.

It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

“Dear Mom,

I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU.

I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with.

But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what?

Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter.

I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.”

 

[Misz_Muslimah]

Laundry is not very clean

A young couple moved into a new neighbourhood. The next morning whilst eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbour hanging the wash outside.

"That laundry is not very clean", she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbour would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.

About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this." The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."

And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look. Easy to discuss other people, their lives and things that really doesn’t even concern us - and we tend to forget – our window isn't that clean after all!

 

[Misz_Muslimah]

Game Over

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,

"This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."

The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,

"Which do you want, son?"

The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.
"What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question?
Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?"

The boy licked his cone and replied,

"Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER.

Moral : Don't be too quick to judge who is dumb and who isn't - It may just be that - you are making a fool of yourself.

 

[_Y168]

Great idea for a thread... MA Shaa Allah!

 

[Innocent Soul]

A very inspiring story

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the post graduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"

The youth answered,"None."

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"

The youth answered,"My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees."

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered,"My mother worked as laundry woman."

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"

The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me."

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning."

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.

His mother felt strange. Happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the young man.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that.

It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee.

The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes."

The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."

The youth said:

1. I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not have been the successful me today.

2. By working together and helping my mother, only now I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationships.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired."

Later on, this young person worked very hard and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

Something to think about:

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, will develop an "entitlement mentality" and will always put himself first. He will be ignorant of his parent's efforts.

When he starts work, he will assume that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he will never know the sufferings of his employees and will always blame others.

For this kind of a person, who may be good academically and maybe successful for a while, eventually he will not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.

If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?

You can let your children live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.

After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid.

You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.

The most important things are that your children learn how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learn how to work with others to get things done.

Maybe you have read this story already but please read the part below the story. ​

 

[Muslim Woman]

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[TD="width: 85%"]It is mentioned that when al-Hafidh Ibn Hajr was the chief justice (of Egypt), one day he was passing through the market with a caravan, looking well groomed.




So a Jew who was selling hot oil, looking very disheveled and dirty because of the oil, accosted him by grabbing the reins of his mule saying•►“Yaa Shaykhul-Islaam, you claim that your prophet said that the dunyaa is a prison for the mu’min and a jannah for the kaafir; so what type of prison are you in and what type of jannah am I in?“




He (Ibn Hajr) replied•►“Regarding what Allaah has prepared for me in the hereafter from its bliss, then it is as if I am in prison, and with regards to what Allaah has prepared for you in the hereafter from its punishment, then it is as if you are in jannah.” [

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At which point the Jew became a Muslim.

(Faydhul-Qadeer: 3/546)

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[Bint-e-Adam]

[h=1]The Patient Old Man[/h]

When passing through a mountain pass, a bedouin (villager) once came across an old man who was blind and who seemed to be afflicted with various ailments all over his body. It was clear that he was wasting away. He was even paralyzed and was constantly forced to remain in a seated position. The Bedouin could clearly hear him say, "All praise is for Allah, Who has kept me safe from ailments with which He has tested many among His creation; and He has indeed preferred me over many among those that He created."

"My brother!" exclaimed the bedouin. "What have you been saved from? By Allah, I think that you have been afflicted with every single kind of ailment!"

"Go away from me," said the old man, as he raised his head. "Do I not still have a tongue with which I can pronounce His Oneness, and with which I can remember Him every single moment? And do I not still have a heart with which I can know Him?"

These words of the old man were enough for the bedouin to repent to Allah for his sins and ask Him for forgiveness.

Remember, there is always someone else who is in more problem than you.

 

[Muslim Woman]

God's justice and mercy


It is related that a woman went to Prophet Dawud (A.S) and said “O Prophet of Allah; is your Lord an oppressor or is He just?”


The prophet replied, “Woe unto you, O woman, He is the All-Just, Who never oppresses. What is your story?”

She explained that she was a widow, with three daughters and that she provided for them by what she would spin with her hands. She explained, “Yesterday, I tied what I had spun into a red cloth to sell in the marketplace so as to provide for my children.



As I was walking, a bird came and snatched the cloth of me and flew away, leaving me with nothing to sell for the provision of my children.”

As the woman was speaking to Dawud, someone came knocking on his door. He gave permission for them to enter and learned that they were ten businessmen bringing with them one hundred dinars each.




They said “O Prophet of Allah, give this wealth to one that is deserving.” Dawud asked them what had brought them to him with their wealth.





They explained, “O Prophet of Allah, we were on a boat, the wind was very violent, and we were about to drown when a bird came and dropped a red cloth on us. In this cloth was some yard and with this we were able to block the hole in the ship until the winds subsided and we vowed that each one of us would give one hundred dinars in charity. So give that amount to whomever you please.”





Dawud turned to the women and said, “Your Lord does business for you in the land and in the sea, yet you ask whether He oppresses!”




He gave her the 1000 dinars and said, “Spend this on your children.”



At times things don't always go how we want it to go, BUT remember ALLAH is the best of PLANNERS. Oh ALLAH, grant us the ability to have patience and always be happy with what happens.