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I will be sharing different short moral stories from time to time, you all can share as well. :D
Here is a start.
Don't Change The World
Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather.
Definitely, this would need thousands of cows’ skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.
Then one of his wise servants dared himself to tell the king, “Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money? Why don’t you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet?”
The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a “shoe” for himself.
There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story: to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart; and not the world.
The travelers and the plane tree
Two men were walking along one summer day. Soon it became too hot to go any further and, seeing a large plane tree nearby, they threw themselves on the ground to rest in its shade.
Gazing up into the branches one man said to the other: “What a useless tree this is. It does not have fruit or nuts that we can eat and we cannot even use its wood for anything.”
“Don’t be so ungrateful,” rustled the tree in reply. “I am being extremely useful to you at this very moment, shielding you from the hot sun. And you call me a good-for-nothing!”
All of God’s creations have a good purpose. Islam teaches us that we should never belittle Allah’s blessings.
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JazakAllah Khair. <3
Will be sharing from my side soon, IA. ;D
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MashAllah ;D This is really Cool 8)
Jazaki Allah khair for sharing <3
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A Pond Full Of Milk
Once there was a king who told some of his workers to dig a pond. Once the pond was dug, the king made an announcement to his people saying that one person from each household has to bring a glass of milk during the night and pour it into the pond. So, the pond should be full of milk by the morning.
After receiving the order, everyone went home. One man prepared to take the milk during the night. He thought that since everyone will bring milk, he could just hide a glass of water and pour inside the pond. Because it will be dark at night, no one will notice. So he quickly went and poured the water in the pond and came back.
In the morning, the king came to visit the pond and to his surprise the pond was only filled with water! What has happened is that everyone was thinking like the other man that “I don't have to put the milk, someone else will do it.”
When it comes to help the Religion of Allah, do not think that others will take care of it. Rather, it starts from you, if you don’t do it, no one else will do it. So, change yourself to the way of Allah to serve Him and that will make the difference.
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Parable of the Pencil
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting it into the box.
“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”
One: “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in someone’s hand.”
Two: “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you’ll need it to become a better pencil.”
Three: “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”
Four: “The most important part of you will always be what's inside.”
And Five: “On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.”
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you.
Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
One: “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God’s hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.”
Two: “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you’ll need it to become a stronger person.”
Three: “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”
Four: “The most important part of you will always be what’s on the inside.”
And Five: “On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.”
Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.
Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.
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Depends what you are. Some might think water more precious than milk. Like fish. If you were a fish you would definitely prefer water.
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MashAllah! Those stories are AWESOME! +REP!
They are SUPER great. I really did learn a lesson from them and also had fun reading them.
I loved the first one >> 'Don't Change the World'. I always believed, 'If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and THEN make a change - MJ'
'Parable of the Pencil' is another wonderful one full of logic and wisdom' and I'll make sure I share with my friends. :D
'A Pond Full of Milk' got also a good message.
+rep for sharing! =]
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awesome
great stories!
+rep Ang3l
they really were worth reading<3
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Depends what you are. Some might think water more precious than milk. Like fish. If you were a fish you would definitely prefer water.
LOL, that isnt really the main point ::)
Thank you mony and misaki ^_^
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LOL, that isnt really the main point ::)
Thank you mony and misaki ^_^
ur welcome ang3l
hope to see more stories in the future!
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~ Get Lost ~
“Dad, how long will it take us to get there?” shouted Abdul as he jumped into the backseat of the family Camry.
“Twenty three minutes, insha Allah,” replied Tariq proudly holding up his new GPS. He continued fidgeting with a few more settings on the device and then ceremoniously attached it to cradle stuck on the windscreen while waiting for the rest the family to get into the car.
“I’m so excited to see the Islamic fair,” said Zakiya, the youngest of the family, “I hear Zain Bhikha is going to be there. In person!”
“Dad, Zaks is not buckling up! And she wants to sit in the middle as usual!”
“Don’t lie! I am buckling up. Just wanted to see the new GPS thingy dad bought,” Zakiya shouted back.
“Ok, ok. Let’s just read our dua for travelling and move on,” said Tariq calmly, “We all want to get to the show with lots of time to see everything.”
He inched the car out of the driveway and waited for the first set of instructions from the GPS.
“Proceed three hundred meters then turn right,” came the swift instructions in a heavy British accented voice.
Tariq promptly complied with the instruction.
“”I wish you would listen to me like that!” laughed his wifeTaheera, “You don’t even know him and you obey him, but I have to ask a hundred times before something is done.”
Tariq shot her a quick smile and they both laughed.
“Mum, I hear they’re having a cooking show at 2. We should make it for that!” said Zakiya her eyes lighting up with the prospect of learning some new culinary skills.
“Turn right!” said the familiar British voice.
Tariq promptly turned left. Taheera quickly turned to see if he had made a mistake, but Tariq was calm as he continued on his chosen route.
“Recalculating! Drive 2 kilometres and then turn right” said the GPS.
Tariq continued along the route. A smug smile sealed his lips as he continued playing with his greying beard.
“Turn right!” commanded the GPS and Tariq promptly swung the car to the left.
Again the GPS cried “Recalculating!”
With a calm air he continued ignoring the instructions on the GPS for a while saying nothing until Abdul leaned forward in his seat and complained, “Dad, why aren’t you following the instructions?” We have already been driving for thirty minutes.”
“We gonna miss the cooking show,” chorused Zakiya, “And we not going to have too much time to spend at the show.”
Tariq continued silently until the GPS said for the umpteenth time, “Recalculating!” You could almost hear the irritation in the British accent as she said, “When possible please make a U-turn.”
Taheera fidgeted with the beads on her kaftan for a while, all the time stealing glances at her husband searching for some clue to this strange behaviour. She pulled hard on a bead and it broke off and rolled to the floor.
“Tari,” she said softly, trying very hard to hide her irritation, “If you don’t trust the new machine then just ask at the garage(gas station) like we used to do!”
“Good idea,” replied Tariq still fidgeting with his beard, “There’s one just up ahead.”
He sailed the car into the forecourt despite the GPS insisting he make a U-turn. The attendant slowly approached the car, a large dark stain covering the front of his T-shirt. Tariq rolled down the window and asked him for directions.
“Easy sir! Just go up the hill then turn right. Then you see de Shell garage you turn right. Right, neh! Then you drive about five kilos then you see de place in front of you.” directed the attendant a broad smile filling his face, “Very easy boss, you can’t get lost!”
Tariq continued to drive ignoring the instructions from the attendant and paying little attention to the GPS’s call to make a U-turn.
Taheera broke off some more beads and then burst out, “Tari what are you up to? We have been driving for an hour and a half. You ignored the GPS directions all the time. You even ignored the attendant’s directions. You keep on just driving and driving. Why?”
“Yep dad, we should have been there an hour ago. Why are we just driving?” echoed Abdul.
Tariq remained silent and played with his beard for a while, and then said, “I just wanted to see if I could get there without following the instructions.”
“That’s so dumb, Tari!” complained Taheera, “I mean just how are you going to get there if you ignore the GPS and other directions. We wasted our time and the kids are irritated. Zaks has even fallen asleep.”
“I just wanted to prove something!”
“What could you prove by acting dumb? What could we learn by deliberately getting lost?”
Tariq fiddled with his topee(hat) before answering, “I just wanted to understand that by ignoring all the guidance and instructions we will never get to our destination.”
“That’s so obvious!” cried Taheera, “Anyone can tell you that! I mean how can we possibly get to where we going if you deliberately ignore the instructions. In fact, you did just the opposite of what you were told.”
Taheera’s words brought about an air of silence in the car. All were now attentive as Tariq cleared his throat.
“Well,” began Tariq calmly, “If we ignore all the directions given to us by Allah and instructions by His Final Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him) then how will we ever reach our destination, Jannah? Allah gave us clear guidelines of what is permissible and what is prohibited yet we do the opposite. He even sent His beloved Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him) to show us practically what to do, but we choose to ignore his advice and still hope to reach Jannah?”
He paused waiting for his point to sink home, and then continued, “It can never happen. We will never reach our destination without following the correct directions. Yet it’s so simple – turn right, go straight.”!!
Allah, The Most Wise, has informed us:
“And Verily, it(The Qur’an) is a guide and a mercy to the believers" (Quran-an Naml 27:76-77)
“Verily in the Messenger of Allah you have the best example for him who looks unto Allah and the Last Day and remembers Allah much.” [Quran-Al-Ahzab 33:21]
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Great stories. Thanks for sharing them. ;)
The Elephant Rope
As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.
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Great stories. Thanks for sharing them. ;)
The Elephant Rope
As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.
Amazing
these stories are so cool!
wakete kurete arigatou gozaimasu!
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Loved the Don't Change the World story.
+Rep.
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Mentally Retarded
A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.
At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.
The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back.....every one of them.
One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, “This will make it better.”
Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story.
Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.
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^Masha Allah, it was beautiful. <3
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~Here's a different type of love story...
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DAVID
Before prison, David only knew one world — the biker one. He was part of a biker gang and got himself into a lot of mess. Once a man pulled a loaded gun to his face and nearly killed him. Another time, two men opened beer bottles on his scalp and left him to die. Before Islam his enemies were the people around him, after he became a Muslim his biggest enemy became his own anger and aggression. David lacked self-control and vowed to become a better man in prison.
David picked up a Qur’an only so he could refute his sister who embraced the faith. After reading it cover-to-cover he was so moved by the book that he accepted Islam. Later in his life, David was sentenced to three years in prison in South Dakota. He knew very little about Islam, but saw this as a chance to turn things around for himself. His cellmate was an observant Jewish man who was serving a life sentence. Since David didn’t know Arabic and believed that the call to prayer had to be made before praying, he got his cellmate to do a call to prayer in Hebrew just so he could pray. The other prisoners would mess with them and call their cell “Little Jerusalem.”
A year into his sentence he decided he wanted to get married. He had been in a number of unsuccessful marriages and knew now what would work for him and what wouldn’t. It was important for him to find someone while he was in prison so they could accept him for who he is. Somehow or another, the Islamic Pink Pages, a matrimonial directory, found their way to him. In it, he found a listing for a lady in Singapore and wrote her a letter introducing himself. The lady, Nor, received the letter two weeks later. She didn’t know what to say, Nor was the assistant principal in a prestigious Islamic School, David was in prison in South Dakota. She sent him a letter apologizing and saying that he might have gotten the wrong person, but still went ahead and introduced herself.
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NOR
Nor’s husband died in a brutal car accident. She was left to raise her three children on her own. Her eldest son felt that she should look to get married again as she was still young, so he put a listing out in the Islamic Pink Pages. Nor was understandably uneasy in the beginning with her correspondence with David, but felt she should at least give him a chance. His honesty and candor caught her off guard. It was different, it was refreshing. They kept in touch for a year. Nor studied Shariah Law in college so David would ask her questions about Islam that he and his fellow inmates would have. They would wait patiently for “Sister Nor’s” responses on many legal Islamic issues. They would take her word as if it were the Quran itself. The inmates had very little exposure to Islam. Once, a Muslim was admitted to the South Dakota prison who knew some Qur’an. They all would gather around him just to hear him recite it in Arabic.
A year into talking, David finally built up the courage and asked her hand in marriage. He sent the letter and waited impatiently for her response. Everyday as the mailman came by he would run frantically up to the bars and ask if there was any mail for him.
“Sorry, David,” the mailman would say, “nothing yet.”
A month passed and no word came from Nor. David was devastated. He started getting into fights with other inmates and lost his job. His prison mates saw him falling into pieces and comforted him as much as they could. David felt all was lost with Nor, until a month and half later he received a letter from her. David was sitting in a cell when the mailman came with a letter. Nor had agreed to marry him.
David’s sister, Aneesa, couldn’t believe it. Nor had never seen a picture of David. Only David had seen a picture of Nor.
“Are you crazy!?” Aneesa asked Nor on the phone once, “He could be blind or deaf or have a bad limp. You have no idea what he looks like or who he is in person!”
“That is fine. He just needs to have a good heart.” Nor replied.
A couple of months later, Nor finally made it to South Dakota. It had been a whole year now that they had been corresponding and Nor finally called David on the phone. The prison was rowdy that day and David couldn’t hear anything on his end.
“Quiet down!” said one of the inmates, “He’s talking to his lady for the first time!”
The entire prison went mute.
“Hello?” David said on the line.
There was no response.
A minute later, Aneesa picks up the phone.
“David, she got so nervous she fainted…”
TODAY
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Today, we sit together in their small house in Sioux Falls. David laid the hardwood floors himself and made some holes in the floor that have made Nor unhappy. They have been married now for 11 years. David sits next to a stack of National Geographic magazines that they got on Craigslist’ Curb Alerts. Nor walks out a little while later. She greets us and stands by the dining table. She is small and reserved. As David shares a story about growing up in the farms, she covers her face laughing and rolls her eyes.
“I’ve heard them all,” she says to us.
David’s life is an open book. No part of his life is off limits to talk about. In the first ten minutes we met him, he had shared three stories and told us about his big mouth and bad temper. Nor is the opposite, she is reserved and soft-spoken. Ever since he was released from prison, they have lived together in South Dakota.
Nor brought her two younger boys to live with them. The adjustment for Noor was difficult. She wore a scarf when she would leave the house and many would cuss at her and call her a terrorist. She took a job at the local K-mart as a cashier. In the beginning, her co-workers gave her a difficult time, but she slowly won the hearts of her customers and supervisors.
David leaves the room for a second and comes back with a stack of folders that reads “Nor’s letters.”
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“You kept all these?” Nor says, surprised.
“Of course.”
David starts scouring the folder to find the first one she wrote to him.
Nor picks it up and reads it.
“ ‘I am a fair skinned, skinny Malaysian Singaporian.’” she covers her face laughing, “I can’t believe I wrote that.”
The letters in the beginning were very formal. She addressed him as “Brother David.” They were terse and cut straight to the facts. After marriage, ‘Brother David’ became “My Beloved Husband,” and the letters began to carry an emotional weight they never had before.
I see a letter in David’s hand and ask him if I can take a photo of it. He puts it down for me, but Nor quickly points at a part in it and blushes.
“Uh, well you can’t see anything past this point.”
David covers the entire page.
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THE WEDDING
The day before their marriage, they were to meet each other face-to-face for the first time. David was still in prison, so when they saw one another it was through the glass separating inmates and visitors. When they gave them a minute to meet one another without the barrier, David came close to hug Nor, but she quickly moved away.
“It’s haram for us to hug!” she said to him, “we are not married yet.”
David began apologizing. He felt so bad and thought he ruined everything. For the past year, she was just words on a paper and now, she stood right in front of him and all he was allowed to do was smile and wave from a distance.
The next day, David was brought down from his cell to sign the marriage contract. When he was given a pen, his hands started shaking and he was unable to sign it.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” The Warden said, frustrated by David’s nervousness.
He then walks up to David, grabs his hand and helps him sign it.
Later that day, David and Nor came together in a cold prison room where they finally saw each other as husband and wife and held hands for the first time.
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Source (http://30mosques.com/2011/08/nors-letters/)
~I loved it <3
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^ Pretty amazing. ;D
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Really Awesome,touching and beautiful story!
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WHAT IS A FAMILY?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I please borrow $10?”
The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buya silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
“Are you asleep, son?” He asked. “No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
“Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
An unwise investment indeed!
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER,(I)(L)OVE (Y)OU!
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^Beautiful, Masha Allah.
Family <3
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Recovering from a bad marriage breakup (A Personal Story)
Story of a Muslim sister who had a rough start in her married life …
When a girl enters marriage, the minimum expectations she has are that she would be able to establish a peaceful, and if possible, friendly relationship with her husband. If she has confidence about herself that she won’t pose any demands of wealth and riches on her husband, she further feels assured that he would be appreciative and there won’t be any scope for quarrels.
It was with such expectations that I entered married life. My husband soon realized that I wasn’t demanding and mentioned to my mother that Allah had given him better than he had expected. And I happily believed that my marital life had started on a proper note and hence will continue on the right track.
But sad to say this anticipation soon met with disappointment as expectations from my husband started rearing their ugly head. These expectations pertained to something that was not in my power to control or provide. I had become pregnant just a month after getting married and within 7 weeks of pregnancy my problems started. I had to consult a gynecologist who said that if I wanted to save the pregnancy, I’d have to take total bed rest. My husband preferred not to follow the doctor’s advice. His mother and elder brother chose to believe that I was being unnecessarily delicate and fussy. They were of the opinion that to survive in this world you need to be tough, and sadly, quite heartlessly they started trying to impart lessons in ‘toughness’ to me by ignoring my genuine need for rest and being totally insensitive to my feelings and pain – both physical and mental.
Well, things came to such a pass that I aborted a 16 weeks’ foetus, first getting scolded by the doctor for not following her instructions, and then faced by the bleak scenario of putting up with taunts about my delicacy which had already started coming from my mother-in-law. My husband was of no help either. Neither could he console me nor did he provide any assurance about the future. When I was in my parents’ house, taking rest, he did not visit me, but kept asking me to return, sometimes threatening, sometimes persuading with false hopes. His total lack of understanding and sympathy spelt out clearly over the phone, made me shed such tears as I hadn’t shed in my 24 years of life. I realized that this relationship could not continue, but was scared of taking the initiative in separation as a Hadith of our Prophet (S.A.W.S.) says that a woman who resorts to ‘Khula’ (divorce sought by the wife) without a valid reason, would not be able to even smell the fragrance of Paradise.
My parents arranged for a meeting with an Islamic scholar, a Mufti, who explained to me that the clause ‘for no valid reason’ is important and this is to ensure that divorce is not taken lightly. He told me that my conscience should guide me, and eventually my honesty with myself is a matter between me and Allah. He also reminded me that Allah is Well Aware of each individual’s capacity of endurance. So, wanting to give my marriage a second chance, I went back to see if there were any changes (as my husband had been promising me). However, within four days I realized that nothing had changed, my husband actually telling me that he was doing me a favor out of pity for my “Kismet”. I told my mother that I was worried about the future (of a divorcee) and hence chose to continue the relationship which now had nothing for me. My mother asked me to visualize a life all alone and compare it with the present one and see which condition I would prefer. I immediately said, ‘Being alone’. She said if that were the case there was no point in continuing such a relationship. I finally opted out of it.
My first reaction was, “Thank God I’m following Islam which has a provision for a woman to end a relationship that holds only suffering for her.” There was no need to resort to any long drawn out court case.
I told my parents not to blame themselves for not having made enough enquiries about the boy, since one can’t know before hand how he is going to treat his wife. (Islam closes the door for “If I had done this or that…..” Everything that happens, happens according to Allah’s Will (concept of Qada wal-Qadr) which has to be accepted without complaints, but with dependence on Him and prayers and hopes for the future.)
I thanked Allah that I was still physically and mentally sound and had enough education to be independent and not a burden on my parents. (We should be grateful to Allah for whatever Blessings are still being enjoyed by us.)
Having gone through a miscarriage I wasn’t sure whether I’d be able to carry a pregnancy full term. So when my parents brought up the question of second marriage I said I didn’t mind marrying a widower and accepting his kids.
Having stayed in the first relationship for 6 months, I had guilty feelings about having caused hurt to a person’s feelings by breaking the bond. My mother advised me to pray for him, since we are all human beings liable to commit blunders. He had committed a blunder of not understanding a woman’s delicacy (of constitution) and feelings, but that didn’t mean that we should become vengeful and resort to anger or accusations. So I prayed for him as I was praying for myself and this gave me peace of mind. (In the Quran, where the provision of ‘Khula’- divorce initiated by the woman – is mentioned, the instruction given by Allah is that both should separate ‘gracefully’ and Allah Will provide for both.) My parents and I tried our best to follow Quranic instructions closely.
I am now happy to share with you that a few years ago I got married to my present husband who was still unmarried. It wasn’t as if he knew me or my nature. He was a total stranger to us. He was working abroad. When someone asked him why he chose to marry a divorcee while he himself had not yet been married, he said he was fulfilling a Sunnah of our Prophet (S.A.W.S.) since our Prophet also had married a divorcee. He kept asking my parents whether they had taken my consent.
It is 4 years now since we’ve been married and he has proved to be a genuine person. He follows Islam as it should be followed; treats me as a companion and friend; has never given me the feeling that he has done a favor to me. And when I again needed bed rest during pregnancy, I got it. He prayed for a daughter and Allah (S.W.T.) has blessed us with a daughter. Alhamdolillah I consider myself really blessed by Allah.
Lessons learned:
(1) Don’t let obstacles deter you from your faith in Allah.
(2) Obstacles in life sometimes pave the way for a better life.
(3) No matter what your situation, Allah will find a way for you if you have Tawakkul in Him.
(4) If you get into an unpleasant situation with another Muslim, don’t become vengeful. On the other hand, by having a big heart and praying for the other person not only will help that person but will have angels praying for you (per a hadith) and improve your situation, as well as will earn you Allah’s pleasure.
(5) Even in the toughest of times, we should be grateful to Allah and recognize His Blessings on us.
May Allah ease all our affairs and provide us the right perspective and courage to face them!
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Real touching story, amazing as usual :)
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? A Love letter from A Muslim Man to the Girl He loves ?
“if you love me, don’t confess your love to me, this won’t please me and will keep me away! love words don’t attract me. If you love me, wait for me and I will knock on your door in the right time. Don’t give me privileges which I don’t deserve. Keep me away from you, and I will approach you. If you approach me, I will stay away from you. Don’t love me, for I want you ignorant in love. I want to teach you love when the right time come and you will be my Halal, only when we are joined together under our Creator’s satisfaction.
don’t tell me what you feel, don’t give me from your time, don’t push me to lose you. I am a man who won’t accept to see the one he loves committing sins or to live a forbidden love behind the back of her family. I don’t want her to feel guilty and don’t want her heart to suffer.
put limits to me that I won’t cross, kill me inside you so I won’t grow to kill you. Preserve what is beautiful inside you. I want you innocent, chaste, pure. I want you dear, not easy. And then, Only then, I will face everything and will be ready to go through difficulties to get you
How could I be a faithful man to you when I try to break your chastity? How would I be faithful to you if I push you to betray your family? How could I trust a love which grew under Allah’s wrath ? To love you means to protect you, to preserve you not to kill what is beautiful in you.
Don’t be easy because then, I may not value you. Don’t love me now, so I won’t hate you! My heart wants you and doesn’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to be just a passing fancy to me, I want you a wife, a lover, the mother of my children, I want you to be the one I will spend my whole life with”
Jazakallah to the sister that posted this on our wall! Just thought id repost it so more people will be able to view :) Its a truly beautiful piece mash'Allah
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^Very lovely, mA. <3
Bad Muslim VS Good Muslim
*Off goes the azan,
Oh what the heck?
I’ll carry on what I’m doing,
‘because praying is boring.
**My alarm goes off,
5.00 It reads,
I jump out of bed,
On the floor goes my head.
*Mom asks to give her a hand,
But nah who cares,
Got my games to be solved,
Don’t wanna get involved.
**Mom's busy doing her thing,
I can see her struggling,
I give her a smile,
And start stacking everything into a pile.
*Dad calls to read the Quran,
But that would take too long,
Let’s check out what’s on TV,
Hope dad won’t notice me.
**Dad’s sitting down,
With the Holy Quran,
I collect the little ones,
And join him to praise the Mighty One.
*Big brother forces to go to mosque,
No choice, I have to go,
I’ll pray as fast as I can,
So that I come back and continue my plan.
**Big brother doing the right thing,
Calling me to prayer,
So I can attain Paradise,
I cannot wait for the beautiful prize.
*Big sister teaches me Hadith and Quran,
Oh man, can I have a break?
I have nothing to do with these,
Seem useless, someone stop her please.
**Big sister wanting the best,
So she makes sure I pass my test,
With the Hadiths and Quran in my heart,
Nothing can tear me apart.
*Some people say we’ll die,
This isn’t the real life,
But I don’t believe there’s an end,
They are just mad, don’t understand.
**Some say we will die,
Others say we’ll just come back,
But believe in your Lord,
This is nothing but a laid back tour.
By: Abd Farhan and Shumina Uddin
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There were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha.
He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib.
While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed.
His grandmother prayed with such tranquillity and peace.
He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while.
He had been at work all day and was tired, so tired.
He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting.
He was sweating profusely.
He looked around.
It was very crowded.
Every direction he looked in was filled with people.
Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting.
Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was.
His heart was about to burst.
It was the Day of Judgment.
When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the
Day of Judgment, but that seemed so long ago..
Could this be something his mind made up?
No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this.
The interrogation was still going on.
He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called.
No one could answer him.
All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him.
Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward.
He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd.
The angels brought him to the centre and left him there.
His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie.
He opened his eyes but saw only another world.
The people were all helping others.
He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam.
His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared.
He pleaded his case,
'I too was always on this path..
I helped others.
I spread the word of Allah.
I performed my Salah.
I fasted in the month of Ramadhan.
Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did.
Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.'
He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah.
He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over.
His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.
At last, the decision was made.
The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd.
His legs felt like they were going to collapse.
He closed his eyes as they began
To read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam.
His name was read first.
He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn't be,
'How could I go to Jahannam?
I served others all my life,
I spread the word of Allah to others'.
His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat.
The two angels took him by the arms.
As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam.
He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him.
He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble Qur'an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him.
The Jahannam angels continued to drag him.
They had gotten closer to the Hellfire.
He looked back and these were his last pleas.
Had not Rasulullah [SAW] said,
'How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins'?
He began yelling,
'My prayers? My prayers? My prayers.?'
The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam.
The flames of the fire were burning his face.
He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him.
One of the angels pushed him in.
He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames.
He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.
He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard.
He wiped some dust off himself and asked him,
'Who are you?'
The old man replied,
'I am your prayers'.
'Why are you so late! I was almost in the Fire!
You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in'.
The old man smiled and shook his head,
'You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?'
At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah.
He was in a sweat.
He listened to the voices coming from outside.
He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha.
He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.
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~ I love you, Mommy! ~
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Hi, Mommy.
I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few
weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.
Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got
beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I
will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me
your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we
have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to
be a doctor when I grow up.
You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't
wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was
perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I
will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.
Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about
me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that
you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand
yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did
something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad
for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It
doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I
do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I
don't like it, Mommy.
Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and
you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,
and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm
happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait
and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.
I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your
hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love
you, Mommy.
Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting
funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't
know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to
protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good
person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want
us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?
You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?
It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or
touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I
still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug
me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do
that when you're awake, any more?
I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going
somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a
hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.
...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't
know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think
something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love
you!
Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It
feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!
Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They
told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.
Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you
get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something
wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why
don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want
to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say
you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and
see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I
want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!
I love you, Mommy.
Every abortion is just…
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
Moral of the story: Say NO to abortion!
~ brought me to tear ... :'(
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OMG I got this ^as an email today, with a different pic :P. I couldn't stop crying when I read this.
Amazing, Romeesa.
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OMG ... I got it as an e-mail today too! ;D
I used a different picture ... :P
I guess we might have friends in common ... ::)
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OMG ... I got it as an e-mail today too! ;D
I used a different picture ... :P
I guess we might have friends in common ... ::)
How Creepy :P
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How Creepy :P
Very much ... :-X :-X
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I'm going to share it in FB, Romy. Thanks much, it was touching.
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I'm going to share it in FB, Romy. Thanks much, it was touching.
Go ahead ... Thanks for reading, hon. :)
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One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with attractive colors met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the sea and has none of these characteristics. Both got acquainted with each other.
The flower said: “Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. And there are many other species that are various and countless; each has a distinctive scent, appearance etc.”
Suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on the flower. “Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; so why are you depressed?” The pearl asked.
“Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us. They don’t grow us for our sake but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the garbage can after we are dispossessed of the most valuable properties; brilliance and fragrance.”
The flower sighed. And then the flower said to the pearl: “Speak to me about your life! How do you live? How do you feel it? You are buried in the bottom of the sea.”
The pearl answered: “Although I have none of your distinctive colors and sweet scents, humans think I am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, dive deep in the seas searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further I lay, the more beautiful and brilliant I become.
That’s what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas. However, I’m happy and proud to be in a safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable.”
Do you know what the flower and the pearl symbolize?
Think, Think, Think…
You will find that: The flower is the unveiled woman (who shows her charms) and the pearl is the veiled woman (who conceals her beauties).
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One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with attractive colors met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the sea and has none of these characteristics. Both got acquainted with each other.
The flower said: “Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. And there are many other species that are various and countless; each has a distinctive scent, appearance etc.”
Suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on the flower. “Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; so why are you depressed?” The pearl asked.
“Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us. They don’t grow us for our sake but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the garbage can after we are dispossessed of the most valuable properties; brilliance and fragrance.”
The flower sighed. And then the flower said to the pearl: “Speak to me about your life! How do you live? How do you feel it? You are buried in the bottom of the sea.”
The pearl answered: “Although I have none of your distinctive colors and sweet scents, humans think I am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, dive deep in the seas searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further I lay, the more beautiful and brilliant I become.
That’s what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas. However, I’m happy and proud to be in a safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable.”
Do you know what the flower and the pearl symbolize?
Think, Think, Think…
You will find that: The flower is the unveiled woman (who shows her charms) and the pearl is the veiled woman (who conceals her beauties).
Simply AMAZING! ;D
LOVED IT! <333
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GOD exists
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things on various subjects. Suddenly, they touched the subject of God.
The barber said: “Look man, I don’t believe that God exists as you say so.”
“Why do you say that?” Asked the client.
“Well, it’s so easy; you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. “I can’t think of a God who permits all of these things.”
The client stopped for a moment thinking but he didn’t want to respond so as to prevent an argument.
The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy).
Then the client again entered the barbershop and he said to the barber: “know what? Barbers do not exist.” “How come they don’t exist?” asked the barber. “Well I am here and I am a barber.” “No!” – the client exclaimed. “They don’t exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street.”[/size]
“Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to us.” “Exactly!” - Affirmed the client.
“That’s the point. God does exist, what happens is people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him that’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”
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Mountain story
A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!” To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”
And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”
The voice answers: “I admire you!”
Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!”
He receives the answer: “Coward!”
He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”
The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”
Again the man screams: “You are a champion!”
The voice answers: “You are a champion!”
The boy is surprised, but does not understand. Then the father explains: “People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.”
It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.
This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;
Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”
“Your life is not a coincidence. It’s a reflection of you!”
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^that is so true,ang3l. :)
one day,a rich dad took his sonon a trip.wanted to show him how poor someone can be.they spent time on the farm of a poor someone can be.
On their way home,dad asked,"did you see how poor they are?what did you learn?"
son said," we have one dog,they have four.we have a pool,they have rivers. We have lanterns they have stars. We buy food,they grow theirs. We have walls to protect us,they have friends. We have encyclopedias,they have Quran."
then headed, "thanks dad,for showing me how poor we are".
moral: its not the presence of money that makes us rich,its about simplicity of having god in our lives.
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^that is so true,ang3l. :)
one day,a rich dad took his sonon a trip.wanted to show him how poor someone can be.they spent time on the farm of a poor someone can be.
On their way home,dad asked,"did you see how poor they are?what did you learn?"
son said," we have one dog,they have four.we have a pool,they have rivers. We have lanterns they have stars. We buy food,they grow theirs. We have walls to protect us,they have friends. We have encyclopedias,they have Quran."
then headed, "thanks dad,for showing me how poor we are".
moral: its not the presence of money that makes us rich,its about simplicity of having god in our lives.
Shows how ungrateful we all are to God.
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you are right Romeo. God can see and hear all that we do,yet we are ungrateful to him and our concern is what people see and hear about us.we should be ashamed we dont fear God as much as we fear people. How many times do we remember Him and thank him for all that He has given us?
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Excellent one :)
Thanks for sharing
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A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again. This time, less people laughed. He cracked the same joke again and again. When there is no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said,
"you cant laugh at the same joke again and again but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?"
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Read all your moral stories. Thanks for sharing! +rep to everyone who shared a story. :D
@Silvercameon, welcome to the forum. =]
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Thanks for reading Mony. :)
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Ask yourself, if this man with a disability and no arms, can still make the effort to do wudhu, pray, and read the Quran, then what’s our excuse? After all, he has no arms so everyday chores such as brushing one’s teeth, drinking tea, etc become much more difficult to perform, yet he still remembers Allah. What’s our excuse ?
SubhanAllah. May Allah (SWT) always guide us all to the right path, Insha Allah.
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“And verily, whosoever shows patience and forgives, that would truly be from the things recommended by Allah.” [42:43]
Ever since Yacoub was a little boy in Kindergarten, he was always bullied. In the beginning, it used be minor things-a small shove here during recess, or pushing him a little too hard during a game of tag. It was never serious, just normal kid stuff, you know? However, it didn’t just end with the innocence of the age. The bullying became more and more serious as time went on.
As Elementary school turned into middle school, Yacoub never understood if it was his plump physique or his disheveled hair or his ‘uncool’ wardrobe or his Muslim name that attracted all the jeers. Nonethless, as years continued from childhood to teenage, the taunting became worse, the shoves became more frequent, and the bullying never ended. In a world that revolved around the social sphere, Yacoub was always friendless, lonely, and ignored but it was at moments like these that He remembered that he was not the only one- that his beloved Prophet Muhammad, salla Allahu alayhi waslam, also was abandoned as soon as he started spreading the message of Islam. Rasullullah, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam, went from being one of the most liked in his society to the most mocked as soon as he started preaching the truth. And no one had it worse than His Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam, so Yacoub took comfort and focused on his blessings.
As he grew older, Yacoub grew a beard to keep on the sunnah and began to make sure that he offered his Dhuhr salah at the library because he was still at school when the time came in. This, of course, only made things worse. From simple name calling, it now went to ‘terrorist’, ‘Osama Bin Laden’, ‘Al-Qaida freak’, ‘Moozlum Trash’, and countless other obscene things. What was worse is that among these people was a Muslim too, who went by ‘MoMo’, that joined in with his possy to make fun of him. Yacoub had no problem when it was his appearance they mocked at but when it came to his Deen being made fun of, he could feel the blood boiling in his body. He could feel his pulse quick and his veins throb due to the rage.
One day, Yacoub caught ‘MoMo’ in a sticky situation. Yacoub actually knew MoMo’s parents and knew that if they heard of what MoMo was doing, it would pretty much be the end of him. At the moment, Yacoub had the opportunity to get back at all those years of grief that MoMo and his possy had caused him. At the moment, he had the capability of turning MoMo’s world upside down. He could go around, tell everyone what he saw, tell MoMo’s parents what his son was doing, spread the word and get back at him but instead, Yacoub stopped for a second.
He remembered the incident that the Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam had at At-Taif. The Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam, had gone to the people of At-Taif to the chiefs to ask them for help on his mission, to ask for protection, but he left stoned. The chiefs of the people had asked all the children and slaves to pick up rocks and throw it at the Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam. If you wanna talk REAL bullying, THAT was bullying, no not just bulling, more than bullying- STONING. The Prophet, may peace and blessings be upon him, left…stoned. And the Angel Jibreel, alayhisalam, came to him and said that if he wanted, Allah could destroy them all, but even at that moment of pain, of suffering, of hardship, the Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam said No. When given the opportunity to get rid of them, the Prophet still said No, that maybe among those people, there would arise people that would testify that there is no diety besides Allah. Even in THAT hard of a situation, the Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam, still had it in him to forgive, subhanAllah.
And Yacoub, at this moment, had the ability to destroy this guy who had caused him so much pain for the past several years but He remembered what the best of creation, the best of examples did and walked away, forgiving him, and making dua’ for Allah to guide him. Yes, he had suffered but His Prophet, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam, went through more and if he had it in him to forgive, then Yacoub would do exactly that.
Allah, subhana wa ta’ala tells us in the Qur’an, “And verily, whosoever shows patience and forgives, that would truly be from the things recommended by Allah.” [42:43] Patience & Forgiveness. Lessons of these two qualities can be seen in the life of the Messenger, salla Allahu alayhi wasalam. Patience when times get extremely tough, patience even when mocked and jeered at, forgiveness even when you can punish, and forgiveness even when you can destroy.
To Allah belong all things good and pure.
~ source (http://destination-jannah.com/category/stories-by-ayahs)
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In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
Asalaamu Alaaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatu
This flame is nothing ..."
Qari Muhammad Qayyam (may the mercy of Allah be upon him) related that a great deal of fighting and bloodshed had started prior to the Indo-Pakistan partition of 1947. He said that a very beautiful daughter of a very rich man in a certain community stepped out of her house to visit her aunt, who lived no more than a few streets away. Suddenly a riot erupted as she had gone halfway and she found herself trapped with apparently nowhere to go. She saw a mosque nearby and quickly went inside, sitting in the womens section. The rioting continued late into the night and this girl did not know what to do.
The custodian of the masjid was a very young student there and late at night when he walked through the masjid before locking up he noticed this beautiful young lady. He was a respectful young man who feared Allah and so politely asked her to leave, saying that if she was found there then both would be dishonored and thrown out. She pleaded with him because of the extreme danger outside and so he agreed that she could spend the night, and sat down to study at the opposite end of the masjid.
The girl was unable to sleep with the events of the day in her mind and so watched the young man sitting studying by candle light at the opposite end of the masjid. She kept watching him and was very surprised at something she saw. From time to time this young man would extend his hand and keep it over the open flame, only withdrawing it when the flame obviously became unbearable. He then would resume his studies and continued this throughout the night until the dawn broke.
The young man called the adhan and asked the girl to leave before the congregation started coming to pray since now everything was calm outside. She agreed on the condition that he tell her why he was placing his hand on the candle flame throughout the night. The young man said that that was his own business and so the girl refused to leave until he told her what she wanted to know. The young man gave in and said, I am at the age of youth and strong desire. We were alone and my desire was increasing, and although I was studying the shaytan would occasionally put temptation in my heart. Hence whenever I would feel any temptation I would put my hand on the flame and my fingers would burn. I would say to myself that this flame is nothing compared to the fire of Hell.
The girl left the masjid and reached home, calming her parents fears as to what had happened to her. She also confided in her mother that she wanted to marry the custodian of the mosque near their house. She related the nights events to her parents and said that only such a man with true fear of Allah in his heart can be true to his wife. Only such a man who truly fears Allah can fulfill a wifes rights properly.
Hence the poor custodian of the mosque earned the daughter of a rich household in marriage. He received this honor not because of his looks but because of his character. Everything disintegrates and turns to dust but character remains strong. Honor is not bestowed because of handsome clothes or beautiful jewelry but because of what is in the heart. Knowledge is only beneficial when it is captured within the heart, and not merely written in books
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^That was so beautiful, MashaAllah. <3
JazakAllah khair for sharing. :D
Should be posted in the 'marriage in Islam' thread! :D
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I do believe most of have read this one, but once again...
An atheist professor of Philosophy was speaking to his class on the problem Science has with GOD. He asked one of his new Christian Students to stand and . . .
Professor : You believe in God, don't you son?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.
Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class broke out into laughter. )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
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^One of my fav! ;D
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^That was so beautiful, MashaAllah. <3
JazakAllah khair for sharing. :D
Should be posted in the 'marriage in Islam' thread! :D
heehee :D
ah okay :P ...
will do :)
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Aisha was a kindergarten teacher at Marbury Elementary School in San Diego, California. Teaching a class of 27 crazy 5 year olds would seem like a crazy task to most people but to Aisha, it was one of the most rewarding careers ever. She loved kids. Actually, that’s probably an understatement. She had a huge, huge passion for kids because she herself had always been a kid at heart. She spoke their language, had their energy, and at recess, she could sometimes be found playing along with the kids. She could not wait to have her own.
In her mind, she would envision herself having a smooth pregnancy, painting her child’s room, getting everything ready, then raising her child to be a proud Muslim-giving him or her a proper Islamic education. She had no other aim for her child besides just growing up and serving Allah. But little did she know that her vision would remain a vision-just a colorful dream because her reality was completely unimagined.
Her daughter, whom her and her husband chose to name Duha, was born on September 16th, 2009 with a genetic disease known as ostogenesis imperfecta (OI), type III. It is a disease marked by collagen deficiency in which the bones are extremely fragile that even a small touch can cause a bone to break. Normal life expectancy is extremely short due to its severe nature. As soon as Duha was born, she had already broken several bones across her body; by the time she was seven months she already had a dozen healing fractures. Aisha and her husband, Tariq, were just baffled. She had no idea what to do. But she turned to Allah for help, because this was completely out of her hands and a huge test that she knew would need only dua and patience to survive.
Instead of her life being filled with the normal joys of raising a child, her life was filled with hospital visits with Duha screaming in pain due to another bone just breaking. Duha was in a wheel chair most of her childhood and even in school, every move had to be with extreme caution. For Aisha and Tariq, it was hospital bills here and bills there, nights full of sobbing and praying for this to magically to disappear, but through it all, just like any parents, they loved Duha and made sure that they plastered on a smile, covering thousands of tears behind.
Aisha’s love for Duha, however, never superceded her love for the Creator who made her in the first place. Duha was a gift from Allah; and the creator has greater right over his creation than the creation do over them selves. Countless night’s she would stay up in Qiyyam, begging Allah to heal her, to let her live longer, to give her more precious time with her Duha, but most of all just sabr(patience) to get through one day at a time. Duha lived to be 13, when she passed away from an especially fatal bone breakage incident. This time it was her ribs, which punctured her lungs, causing it to collapse and within minutes, she was gone. Inna lillahi wa inna alayhi rajioon (to Allah we belong and to Him we return).
As a normal mother who loses her child, there was the initial shock, then the pain, and then awhile later, there was acceptance. Over and over, Aisha would read this ayah as a reminder to not allow herself to become overwhelmed with the loss:
“The righteous (will be) amid gardens and fountains (of clear-flowing water). (Their greeting will be): “Enter ye here in peace and security.” And We shall remove from their hearts any lurking sense of injury: (they will be) brothers (joyfully) facing each other on thrones (of dignity). There no sense of fatigue shall touch them, nor shall they (ever) be asked to leave.” [15:45-48]
…The loss was not permanent. The last hospital visit with her Duha was not the last. It was not over. It was not the end. Even though Allah did remove this gift, it was only a temporary distance and in the akhirah insh’Allah she would be able to reunite with her daughter in a place where there would be no disease, no illness, no pain. Can you imagine? Duha standing at the gates of Jannah, calling her mommy in, her daddy in, being able to run without worrying about her bones breaking at any second, being able to walk without a wheelchair, being able to smile without any trace of pain behind it.
The reward for patience, the reward for the righteous, the reward for the believers is always worth fighting for, no matter how much pain it takes, no matter how many tears it takes.
And to Allah belong all things good and pure.
~ source (http://destination-jannah.com/category/stories-by-ayahs/)
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A very beautiful and pertinent (to me) story...
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“And He is the Forgiving, the Loving,” [85:14]
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Maryam immigrated with her parents from Kuwait to the States when she was about 10 years old to start a new life, leaving everything she had known behind. Since her childhood, she had noticed an empty hole inside of her, something missing from her life that she was in an avid search to complete: Love.
Everyone has an innate desire to be loved and from when we are a child, the first people that wrap us in the love, in comfort, and compassion is our parents. They nurture us, feed us, and though Allah’srahma(mercy) they love us. Maryam had always struggled to find this love first with those that were closest to her-her family. Her mom was suffering from depression- she had just left all her family behind and adjusting to a new world was not an easy task. She had never felt the love of a father, who though he was a Muslim-was an alcoholic and devoted all his time to the bottles that were stacked high in the pantry. Often, she would walk into the house with the stench of alcohol consuming her and she already knew that the night would be filled with drunken yelling and beatings.
Instead of her early life being filled with vacations and bubble baths, colorful toys and walks through the park-her life was an endless roller coaster of abuse, neglect, stress and at the end of the day she just always wanted the natural desire, the natural need of a parent’s love. But her search for love ended when she drew closer and closer to Allah.
For any normal human being, a brutal past filled with abuse and neglect can drive a person insane, leaving a psychological impact. Some resort to drugs or alcohol to relieve the pain of their past or go searching for love through haram means whether it be through haram relationships or criminal incidents. But for Maryam, her past was a blessing in disguise because the search of love, that pain, that emptiness in her heart-led her to her Creator. Her refuge became Allah because that desperate desire for love and peace came from nothing other than the source of all Love and all Rahma (mercy).
Among Allah’s other attributes, Allah tells us in the Qur’an that…“…He is the Forgiving, theLoving,” [85:14]
Maryam knew that Allah was Al-Wadud (the most Loving). His love for the believer is stronger than a mother’s love for her child-who through Allah’s mercy bore her child for nine months in her womb- kind of like carrying a giant backpack on your stomach EVERYWHERE you go even to the bathroom. Her past was simply a test to see how strong her iman was. Her past was a constant reminder to her that this dunya isn’t all there is- because one day, she would inshaa’Allah be with Al-Wadud (the most Loving), Al-Rahman (the most Merciful), Al Ghafoor (the most Forgiving). This thought was enough to seep away all the sorrow and complete that internal emptiness that had been there since her childhood. Maryam’s connection with Allah, her love for Allah-was enough to get by through the bumps in the road because in the end, as long as her Creator loved her and was pleased- everyone that had hurt her never mattered.
All of us face difficulties in our life- though they may not be in the shape or form of Maryam’s hardship. We all have times where we become disappointed-whether it’s a friend that hurts us, or a crowd we don’t fit in, or any other time we feel alone or neglected, betrayed, or simply lost. Keep in mind through these times that everyone but Allah will ALWAYS disappoint you in some way or another. Don’t expect love from people to fill you up because it will never fill you forever. Only Al-Wadud’s love for the believer can fill that hole; only Allah’s love, mercy, and connection can provide peace.
And to Allah belong all things good and pure.
~same source as previous
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I guess it's been posted before but wanna share it again. :)
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Why do we read Quran, if we can’t understand a single Arabic word? This is a beautiful story:
An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur’an do?”
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.”
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!”
“So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.”
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
“Son, that’s what happens when you read the Qur’an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.”
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Law of Nature
One of the companions of the Prophet Muhammed (S.A.W) was very fond of this verse of the holy Quran. He used to recite it loudly and repeatedly wherever he went.
>A jewish woman who heard him once wanted to prove him wrong thus making him unpopular among his people. She thought of a plot against him.
She prepared some sweets and mixed them in poison and sent them to him as a present. When he recieved them, he went out of the city with them. On the way, he met two men who were returning home from a long journey. They appeared tired and hungry, so he though of doing them a good turn. He offered them the sweets and ofcourse he wasnt aware that they wee mixed with poison. No sooner had the two travellers taken the sweets they collapsed and died. The news of their death reached Madinah and the man was arrested. He was brought in front of the Judge and he related what had actually happened. the jewish woman who had mixed poison with the sweets was also brought to the court. she was stunned to see the two dead bodies of the travellers. They infact turned out to be her own two sons who had gone away for a journey.
She admitted her evil intentions to the Judge and all the people present. Alas, the poison she'd mixed withe sweets to kill the companion of the prophet (S.A.W) had killed her own two sons. <
It is a law of nature that whatever action we take in this world there's always a reaction. If we do good we stand to get a good reward, if we do bad we must expect a bad outcome ultimately. "As you sow, so shall you reap" goes the saying.
The Quran also guides us on this subject.
"if you do good, you do good to yourselves. (likewise) if you do evil, you do evil to yourselves".
{Quran: Chapter 17 Verse 7}
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One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus station, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops – a few people got on, a few got off and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on, six foot eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, “Big John doesn’t pay!” and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five foot three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn’t argue with Big John, but he wasn’t happy about it. The next day the same thing happened – Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer and so he signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.
By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what’s more, he felt really good about himself.
So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, “Big John doesn’t pay!” The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger and screamed, “And why not???!!!”
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, “ Because Big John has a bus pass.”
MORAL / LESSON:
The moral of this incident/story is quite self evident. However, it is a lesson that many of us seem to overlook and disregard in the many activities and chores of our life.
We learn from this incident that a person should not be hasty in making assumptions and judging a situation or an individual from what seems to be the apparent.
It is essential that a Muslim assumes the best of his fellow being and gives him the benefit of the doubt. If possible, one should allow the fellow being to explain himself as to clear any doubts one may have.
Our Nabi (PBUH) has stated that being hasty is from Shaytaan whilst steady composure is from Allah .
In the same manner ‘Ulamaa have stated that if there is a single reason for doubt in a matter relating to a person then that doubt should have an effect on the decision that is made.
In conclusion, one should take all factors into consideration and avoid hastiness in judging an individual. Instead, one should try to make the matter clear as to avoid placing false accusations on anyone.
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^Excellent stories! (Y)
Keep them coming! ;D
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This reminds me of something that happened yesterday ... Thanks Lia (:
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This reminds me of something that happened yesterday ... Thanks Lia (:
Same here. :-[
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This is not a story - but worth reading..
Ants cannot reach the skies and there’s Allah SWT’s Wisdom in it. But they go deep in the ground, make the soil conducive to the nurturing of seeds. These very seeds become giant trees, which eventually reach out to the skies.
You may feel insignificant. Your efforts may seem insignificant. But who knows that on the Day of Judgement, those very efforts which seemed small and meager, become giant trees in Jannah?
You may not be able to do certain good deeds but you can assist others to do them inshaa’Allah.
Allah SWT will multiply according to His Mercy and not according to the outcomes and the platform you use to do His Work. Not your skills, your size, or even your means because all of these are given entirely by Allah SWT. He SWT gives some and He gives other things to some, in smaller proportions. It’s your sincerity that counts.
And Allah SWT has said in part of the aya 261 in Surat’l Baqarah:
‘Allah gives manifold increase to whom He wills.’
And Allah SWT knows best.
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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 —
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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.
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^ 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... :)
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^ 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. :)
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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 )
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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)
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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.
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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