Moral stories

[Amelia]

STORY -- DONKEY THAT DROPPED IN THE WELL

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided theanimal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbors continued toshovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
MORAL: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it offand take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by notstopping, never giving up! Shake it offand take a step up.
InshALLAH we will find it easy to implement these in our lives Aameen —

[Alpha]

Dua

  A poor couple lived in a small village in Pakistan. They had only
one son. They gave him the best education. Son graduated as an
Engineer in the nearby city.
   Eventually, got married to a rich girl. Initially, they lived with
his parents in the village. Soon the wife got tired of village life
and persuaded the husband to move to the city leaving the old parents
in the village.
   As time went the husband saw an ad in the newspaper about a
vacancy in Jeddah. He was successful and lived in Jeddah for years
with his wife. Regularly he used to send money to parents. Eventually
with time he stopped and forgot about his parents whether they ever
existed.

   Every year he performed haj and immediately after each haj, he
used to see someone telling him in a dream that his haj is not
accepted.
   One day he related this story to a pious Aalim who advised him to
go back to Pakistan to visit his parents.

   The man flew to Pakistan and reached the boundary of the village.
Everything had changed. He could not find his house. He asked a small
boy about the whereabouts of so and so. The little boy directed the
man to a house and said :
   "In this house lives an old blind lady who lost her husband a few
months ago. She has a son who migrated to Saudi Arabia years back and
never came back again. What an unfortunate man ? "

   Son enters the home and finds his mother on the bed. He tip-toed
as not to wake her up. He hears the mother whispering or mumbling
something. He gets closer to hear her voice. This is what the mother
was saying :

   "Ya Allah ! I am now very old and blind. My husband just died.
There is no mahram to lower me in my grave when I die. So please send
my son to fullfill my last wish. "

   This is the ending of a story where the DUA of a mother is accepted.

   A human body can bear only 45 del (units) of pain. But at the time
of giving birth, a mother feels upto 57 del (units) of pain... This is
similar to 20 bones getting fractured, all at the same time!!
   This is just to tell you the extent to which a mother loves her
child!  'Love your mom till the end of your life.The lady with whom
you fight almost everyday, suffered so much pain just to give you a
beautiful life!
   How many people will you forward this to? I won't mind if I get it again..
   I passed it because
   I love my mother.

[M-H]

^ is it a true story?

Definitely, mothers are so important. Its like heaven lies under their feet. I love my mother and now that I am living away from her, I truly realize how much I love her cos I miss her everywhere I go. And Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah cos Allah out of His mercy granted us parents. Imagine the magnitude of the love of Allah- Allah loves us as much as 70 mothers. Subhanallah...

[Alpha]

^ is it a true story?

Definitely, mothers are so important. Its like heaven lies under their feet. I love my mother and now that I am living away from her, I truly realize how much I love her cos I miss her everywhere I go. And Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah cos Allah out of His mercy granted us parents. Imagine the magnitude of the love of Allah- Allah loves us as much as 70 mothers. Subhanallah...

Yes, it is. And I can guess it's a common real life happening too.

Wish I be a good mother too. Insha Allah.

[Amelia]

A worried woman went to her Doctor and said :

‘Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help!

My baby is not even 1 yr. old and I’m pregnant again. I don’t want kids so close together.’

So the doctor said: ‘Ok, and what do you want me to do?’

She said: ‘I want you to perform an abortion, and I’m counting on your help with this.’

The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady:

‘I think I have a better solution for your problem. It’s less dangerous for you too.’

She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request.

Then he continued: ‘You see, in order for you not to have to take care of 2 babies at the same time, let’s kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we’re going to kill one of them, it doesn’t matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.

The lady was horrified and said: ‘No doctor! How terrible! It’s a crime to kill a child!

‘I agree’, the doctor replied. ‘But you seemed to be ok with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.

The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point.

( Very beautiful Moral for us don’t kill innocent )

[Amelia]

Sometimes, you feel a bit down in life. It’s human nature isn’t it? Ofcourse it is.  However, it’s amazing how, last week, the Almighty made me feel uplifted on 1 day.. And I guess, it really depends on how deep a thinker you are, as I am !.


I had 2 'wakeup calls' in one day!

My 1st wakeup call was when I went to the bank. As I waited in the queue, for the bank teller to summon me forward, there was this sister, a Pakistani girl, she was standing in front of the teller. She had some form of disability. She was trying to communicate with the bank teller as to how much she wanted to withdraw, her whole body was shaking badly, her arms were waving all over the place, and each time she tried to talk, she struggled so much by stuttering, but eventually managed to respond back to the bank tellers questions. The bank teller then said,"Ok, Mrs X , have a nice day".


I examined this poor lady who was in front of me, her disability and my mode of feeling down was uplifted by the Almighty. Indeed, there are people who live this kind of life daily who have much more problems than we ever have..This sister and her family have to live with her disability daily..may Allah swt make it easy upon her and her family to deliver patience.

** My problems disappeared into thin air.

The 2nd wakeup call I was given, was in the evening. I was late for Asr Jamaat, so I quickly ran into the bathroom, opened the tap very quickly, expecting, a fast flow of warm water.
A few drops came and then, the water totally finished. I went to the kitchen, and again, no water flow from the taps. There was a main burst around the corner from us which meant our water supply was affected and Scottish Water were working on it to get it fixed. However, it made me really think. This water, that I always took for granted, coming out nice and warm from our central heating boiler, it was not available and I was truly lost and stuck!

My luxury life flashed by me, how quick I would open the tap, enjoy the warm water and perform my Wudu,easily and very comfortably. I then thought of those poor and needy, in Countries where they walk for a couple of miles with a bucket, collect water, and then take it home , then having to heat the water in a metal container on firelit wooden sticks and await patiently for the water to become warm. It hit me hard, as to how this temporary water shortage was a wakeup call for me to be thankful to Him for what He has given me.

**My problems disappeared into thin air.

So, the above 2 wakeup calls were suffice for me, and I hope you too, the reader of this post, always learn from others, as to what difficulties they face daily, and be grateful to Allah swt for what He has given us..


Our problems become so small compared to the issues faced by others on a daily basis.


And Allah swt knows best...


(P.S - I didn't write this)

[astarmathsandphysics]

Am hearing a lot of moral stories about bankers at the moment. Some of them are guilty of fraud and will go to jail.
They will lose everything. Real boom to bust stories.

[Amelia]

Glad to see you around, Astar.

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My name is Cassie, I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse this year and was given my first position as a home nurse.

My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80s who suffered from Alzheimer's. In the first meeting, the patient was given his record and from it I could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was a Muslim.

I knew from this that I would need to take into account some modes of treatment that may go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’ meat to cook for him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol in the premises as I did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.

My patient was in a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my colleagues could not understand why I was going through so much effort for him. But I understood that a person who commits to a faith deserves that commitment to be respected, even if they are not in a position to understand.

Anyway after a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some patterns of movement.

At first I thought it was some copied motions he's seen someone doing, but I saw him repeat the movement at particular time; morning, afternoon, evening.

The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head to the ground. I could not understand it. He was also repeating sentences in another language, I couldn’t figure out what language it was as his speech was slurred but I know the same verses were repeated daily.

Also there was something strange, he didn’t allow me to feed him with my left hand (I am left-handed).

Somehow I knew this linked to his religion but didn't know how.

One of my colleagues told me about paltalk as a place for debates and discussions and as I did not know any Muslims except for my patient I thought it would be good to speak to someone live and ask questions. I went on the Islam section and entered the room ‘True Message'.

Here I asked questions regarding the repeated movements and was told that these were the actions of prayer. I did not really believe it until someone posted a link of the Islamic prayer on youtube.

I was shocked.

A man who has lost all memory of his children, of his occupation, and could barely eat and drink was able to remember not only actions of prayer but verses that were in another language.

This was nothing short of incredible and I knew that this man was devout in his faith, which made me want to learn more in order to care for him the best I could.

I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link to read the translation of the Quran and listen to it.

The chapter of the ‘Bee’ gave me chills and I repeated it several times a day.

I saved a recording of the Quran on my iPod and gave it to my patient to listen to, he was smiling and crying, and in reading the translation I could see why.

I applied what I gained from paltalk to care for my patient but gradually found myself coming to the room to find answers for myself.

I never really took the time to look at my life; I never knew my father, my mother died when I was 3, me and my brother were raised by our grandparents who died 4 years ago, so now its just the two of us.

But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy, content.

It was only after spending time with my patient that felt like I was missing something. I was missing that sense of peace and tranquility my patient, even through suffering felt.

I wanted that sense of belonging and a part of something that he felt, even with no one around him.

I was given a list of mosques in my area by a lady on paltalk and went down to visit one. I watched the prayer and could not hold back my tears.

I felt drawn to the mosque every day and the imam and his wife would give me books and tapes and welcome any questions I had.

Every question I asked at the mosque and on paltalk was answered with such clarity and depth that could do nothing but accept them.

I have never practiced a faith but always believed that there was a God; I just did not know how to worship Him.

One evening I came on paltalk and one of the speakers on the mic addressed me. He asked me if I have any questions, I said no. He asked if I was happy with the answers I was given, I said yes.

He asked then what was stopping me accepting Islam, I could not answer.

I went to the mosque to watch the dawn prayer. The imam asked me the same question, I could not answer.

I then went to tend to my patient, I was feeding him and as I looked in his eyes I just realized, he was brought to me for a reason and the only thing stopping me from accepting was fear.... not fear in the sense of something bad, but fear of accepting something good, and thinking that I was not worthy like this man.

That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam if I could say my declaration of faith, the Shahadah.:

(l? ?il?ha ?illà l-L?h, Mu?ammadun ras?lu l-L?h)

There is no god except Allah, Muhammad is Allah's messenger.

He helped me through it and guided me through what I would need to do next.

I cannot explain the feeling I felt when I said it.

It was like someone woke me up from sleep and sees everything more clearly.

The feeling was overwhelming joy, clarity and most of all.... peace.

The first person I told was not my brother but my patient.

I went to him, and before I even opened my mouth he cried and smiled at me.

I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.

I came home logged on to paltalk and repeated the shahadah for the room.

They all helped me so much and even though I had never seen a single one of them, they felt closer to me than my own brother.

I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he wasn’t happy, he supported me and said he would be there, I couldn't ask for any more.

After my first week as a Muslim my patient passed away in his sleep while I was caring for him. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon.

He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him.

He was like the father I never had and he was my doorway to Islam.

From the day of my Shahadah to this very day and for every day for as long as I live, I will pray that Allah shows mercy on him and grant him every good deed I perform in the tenfold.

I loved him for the sake of Allah and I pray each night to become an atoms weight of the Muslim he was.

Islam is a religion with an open door; it is there for those who want to enter it.... Verily Allah is the Most Merciful, Most Kind.

 
* Note * Our sister Cassie passed away October 2010 Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon, after she gave da'wa to her brother, who had accepted Islam Alhamdulillah