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16  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / A Voice in the Heart on: February 13, 2010, 06:14:32 AM
A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies. The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah through intuition.

The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to people through intuition? '

After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and they discussed the message. Several friends talked about how Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you'll know it was Allah(SWT) Who has directed you.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray,

'Allah...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud,

'Allah is that you?'

He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head.

'Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.'

It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge,

'Turn Down that street. '

This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street ..At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud,

'Okay, Allah, I will.'

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something,

'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.'

The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.


'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.'

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door,

'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.'

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out,

'Who is it? What do you want?'

Then the door opened before the young man could get away.The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.

'What is it? '

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk,

'Here, I brought this to you. '

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying.

The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying,

'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(SWT) to show me how to get some milk.'His wife in the kitchen yelled out,

'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel? '

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers.

Always listen to the voice inside you, it is the VOICE OF ALLAH , always there guiding us.But do we listen to it? 
     


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17  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / No one able to answer my 3 questions on: February 11, 2010, 03:54:38 AM
 munafiqun asked an imam "no one able to answer my 3 questions. Hope you can".

Imam: "go ahead brother, I will try".

Munafiqun: "1) Is God exist? Can you show me? 2) What is faith? 3) Syaitan was made of fire and hell is also fire so if syaitan thrown into the hell it will not harm the syaitan. Pls explain this"

Abruptly the imam gave a good slap on this munafiqun face.

Munafiqun: "auuch! Why did you slap me for?"

Imam: "Do you feel the pain?"
Munafiqun: "of course"
Imam: "Show me the pain?"
Munafiqun: "That's not possible!!"
Imam: "That's the answer to your first question.

Now, did you ever anticipated I'm going to slap you?".
Munafiqun: "of course not"
Imam: "That's what called faith.

My hand (palm) is flesh and your cheek is made of flesh. Yet you got pain when I slap you. That's the answer to your 3rd question".


http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=47724
18  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / She could not obey him in public, and disobey him in private... on: February 11, 2010, 01:58:49 AM
Narrated `Abdullah ibn Zayd ibn Aslam, from his father, from his grandfather, who said:

When I was accompanying `Umar ibn al-Khattab on his patrol of Madinah at night, he felt tired, so he leant against a wall. It was the middle of the night, and (we heard) a woman say to her daughter, "O my daughter, get up and mix that milk with some water."
The girl said, "O Mother, did you not hear the decree of Amir al-Mu'minin (chief of the believers) today?"
The mother said, "What was that?"
The girl said, "He ordered someone to announce in a loud voice that milk should not be mixed with water."
The mother said, "Get up and mix the milk with water; you are in a place where `Umar cannot see you."
The girl told her mother, "I cannot obey Him (Allah) in public and disobey Him in private."

`Umar heard this, and told me: "O Aslam, go to that place and see who that girl is, and to whom she was speaking, and whether she has a husband." So I went to that place, and I saw that she was unmarried, the other woman was her mother, and neither of them had a husband.

I came to `Umar and told him what I had found out. He called his sons together, and said to them: "Do any of you need a wife, so I can arrange the marriage for you? If I had the desire to get married, I would have been the first one to marry this young woman."
`Abdullah said: "I have a wife." `Abd al-Rahman said: "I have a wife." `Asim said: "I do not have a wife, so let me marry her." So `Umar arranged for her to be married to `Asim. She gave him a daughter, who grew up to be the mother of `Umar ibn `Abd al-`Aziz.

[Related in Sifat al-Safwah and Wafiyat al-A'yan and cited by Ibn al-Jawzi in Ahkam al-Nisa' pp. 441, 442]


http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-could-not-obey-allah-in-public-and.html
19  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / The Tears Didn't Stop... on: February 03, 2010, 01:40:28 AM
I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah,

and the tears began to fall,

I thought about the terrible Reckoning,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the rape of the Ummah,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we had failed to fulfil the obligations central to this Deen of Allah,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape Kufr captivity,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the Hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous captivity,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind patiently,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about young Mujahid boys competing to be allowed into training camps,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we cried tears while they fought till the last drop of blood,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about wanting my Sons to be born Soldiers Of Allah,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the Mujahideen who waited patiently for Firdous,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those who were Shaheed in merely attempting to reach the battlefield,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about what atrocities it would take to get my Brothers to Jihad,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how our Fathers and Brothers of the Ummah had failed to protect us,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in Afghanistaan,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about him who smiled upon being martyred with his index finger raised,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about Muslims engaging in vain rhetoric about the need for Jihad,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those who had never had the dust of the battlefield enter their nostrils,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about what excuses such 'Brothers' would shamelessly offer on Qiyaamah,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the beloved Rasoolallah (SAW),

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel for,

And yet the tears didn't stop.

I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness and utter dependency,

I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...

"Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah

Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah

Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah"

And yet the tears didn't stop...

I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He Mercifully answered My prayers.

He Granted me Sleep.

But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop




http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=12738
20  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Regret on: January 31, 2010, 01:35:39 AM
Regret

Once, a group of people were traveling on rocks at night a voice came from the sky that whosoever picks up the rocks will regret and whosoever doesn’t pick up the rocks will regret. Now, the people were confused. How can this be? Whether you pick up the rocks or not, you will regret!

Anyway,some people picked up the rocks and some didn’t. In the morning when they reached their homes, they saw that the rocks turned into Diamonds. Now, those people who didn’t pick up the rocks started regretting saying “If only we had picked up some rocks.” Those people who did pick some rocks also started regretting saying “Why didn’t we pick up more rocks?” Both sides ended up regretting.

Dear Muslims, this same incident will take place with us on the Day of Judgment. Those people who spent their time in useless things will start regretting by looking at those who achieved a great position in Paradise by spending their time in the way of Allah. Now, those who did achieve a position in Paradise will start regretting by looking at those who did more than them and are higher in status.

“Alas! If we had only done more to please Allah.”

http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=57462
21  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / The Story of Abu Ghayth al-Makki on: January 30, 2010, 05:20:50 AM
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In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

From the signs of truthfulness is fear of Allah ; for the truthful with conviction fears consuming from what is impermissible and bears poverty and hardship for the sake of Islam. If he commits sin then he does not sleep until he returns to his Lord and repents, in order to free himself from the sin, and its burden.


Ibn Jarir at-Tabari: I was in Makkah during the season of Hajj and I saw a man from Khurasaan calling out to the people: "Oh pilgrims, oh people of Makkah – from those who are present and those far off, I have lost a pouch that contains a thousand dinars. So whoever returns the pouch, Allah will reward them with good, save them from the hell fire, and His bounty and favors will be acquired on the Day of Accounting (Day of Judgment)."


An old man from the people of Makkah approached him and said: "Oh Khurasaani, our city is in a very tough condition, and the days of hajj are few, and its season is appointed, and the doors of profit-making are closed. This money might fall in the hands of a believer who is poor and old in age. Maybe he plans to give it if you make a promise that you will give him a little bit of money that is halal (permissible) for him to use."


The Khurasaani said: "How much does he want?"

The old man said: "He wants one-tenth of the money (a hundred dinars)."

The Khurasaani said: "No. I will not grant him the money and instead I will take my case to Allah, and complain to Him on the day we meet Him, and Allah is sufficient for us and the best one to trust in."

Ibn Jarir at-Tabari said: "I realized that it was the old man is poor, and he was the one who took the pouch of dinars and wishes to have a little portion of it. So I followed him until he returned to his home. My assumptions were confirmed. I heard him calling onto his wife:"Oh Lubabah."

She said: "I am at your service, O Abu Ghayth."


The old man said: I found the owner of the dinars calling for it, and he does not intend to give any reward to the person who finds it. I said to him "Give us a hundred dinars and he refused and said he would take his case to Allah. What should I do O Lubabah? I must return it, for I fear my Lord, and I fear that my sin is multiplied

His wife said to him: Oh Man! We have been struggling and suffering from poverty with you for the last 50 years, and you have 4 daughters, 2 sisters, my mother and I, and you are the ninth. Keep all the money and feed us for we are hungry, and clothe us for you know better our situation. Perhaps Allah, the All-Mighty, will make you rich afterwards and you might be able to give the money back after you fed your children, or Allah will pay the amount you owe on the day when the kingdom will belong to the King (Allah).

He said to her: Will I consume haram after 86 years of my life, and burn my organs with fire after I have been patient with my poverty, and become worthy of Allah anger, even though I am close to my grave?! No, By Allah, I will not do so!

Ibn Jarir at-Tabari said: I left with amazement concerning his condition and that of his wife. At a later point during the day, I heard the owner of the pouch calling out...

Saying: "O people of Makkah, O pilgrims, who ever of you find a pouch containing a thousand dinars, let him return it and they shall surely find great reward with Allah."


The old man said: Oh Khurasaani, I have addressed you the other day and advised you that our land is low on cultivation, so reward the person who found the pouch so that he is not tempted to break the laws of Allah. I have advised you to pay the person who finds it a hundred dinars but you refused. If your money falls into hands of a person who fears Allah the All-Mighty, will you give him 10 dinars at least, instead of a 100?

The Khurasaani said: I will not do so, and I will complain to Allah on the day I meet him, and Allah is sufficient for us and the best one to trust in."

Ibn Jarir at-Tabari said: The people dispersed and left. Later on during the hours of the day, once again, the Khurasaani made the same call, saying:

"O people of Makkah, O pilgrims, who ever of you find a pouch containing a thousand dinars, let him return it and they shall surely find great reward with Allah."

The old man came again and said: O Khurasaani, I said to you the day before yesterday to reward the finder a hundred dinars and you refused. Then I advised you to give him ten dinars and you refused, so will you give only one dinar so that he can buy with half of it things he needs and with the other half, sheep milk, so that he can give to the people and feed his children?

The Khurasaani said: I will not do so, and I will complain to Allah on the day I meet him, and Allah is sufficient for us and the best one to trust in. "

The old man angrily said: Come you, and take your money so that I can sleep at night, for I have not had a good mood ever since I found this money.

Ibn Jarir said: So the old man went with the owner of the money and I followed them until the old man entered his house, dug a hole and pulled out the money and said: Take your money and ask Allah to forgive me and bless me from His bounty.

The Khurasaani took the money and intended to leave, but when he reached the door he said: O old man, my father died, May Allah have mercy on him, and left behind three thousand dinars and said to me: Take out a third of this money and give it to a person from the people who is most deserving of it. Therefore I tied it in a pouch so that I may spend it on someone who is worthy of it. By Allah, I have not seen a person, since I left Khurasaan until now, who is more worthy of it then you. So take it, May Allah's blessing be upon you, and May He reward for the trust you kept, and your patience during poverty. The Khurasaani man left without the money.

The old man wept and prayed to Allah, saying: May Allah bless the owner of the money in his grave, and May Allah bless his son.
Ibn Jarir said: I left after the Khurasaani but Abu Ghayth (the old man) followed me and brought me back. He asked me to sit down, and said: I have seen you following me since the first day; you have come to know of our situation yesterday and today. I have heard that the Prophet said: "If you are gifted from the provision of Allah, without begging or asking, then accept it and do not reject it." So this is a gift from Allah to all those attending.

The old man called: O Lubabah, O so and so, O so and so. He called on his daughters and his sisters and wife and her mother, and sat down and made me sit down. We were 10. He opened the bag, and said spread your clothing over your laps.

So I (Ibn Jarir) did, but the girls did not have proper clothing that would enable them to do that, so they extended their hands. The old man gave dinar by dinar in order until he reached me (Ibn Jarir) and said: "Here is a dinar." The process continued until the bag was empty and I received a hundred dinars.

Ibn Jarir at-Tabari said: So joy filled my heart because of the provision they received more then the joy I had because I received a hundred dinars.

When I was leaving the old man said: O young man. You are blessed; keep this money with you for it is halal. And know that I use to wake up for Fajr prayer with this wet shirt. After I was done I would take it off, and give it so that my daughters can pray - one by one. Then I would go to work between Dhuhr prayer and Asr prayer and then I would come back at the end of the day with what Allah has given me from dates and dry pieces of bread. Then I would take off my clothes for my daughters and they would pray Dhuhr prayer and Asr prayer, and the same would happen for the Maghrib and Isha prayers. And we did not ever expect to see this kind of money. So may Allah make us make good use of them, and may Allah bless the person in his grave and multiply the reward for him.

Ibn Jarir said: So I greeted him goodbye, and took the hundred dinars and used them to write knowledge for two years! I used it to buy paper and pay rent and after sixteen years I returned to Makkah and inquired about the old man. I was told that he died a few months after the incident that occurred between us. His wife died, along with her mother, and his 2 sisters. The only ones that remained were the daughters whom, when I asked about, found that they were married to kings and Princes. I dropped by and they honored me as a guest and treated me kindly until they died also. So May Allah bless them in their graves.

{That will be an admonition given to him who believes in Allâh and the Last Day. And whosoever fears Allâh and keeps his duty to Him, He will make a way for him to get out (from every difficulty).


"And He will provide him from (sources) he never could imagine. And whosoever puts his trust in Allâh, then He will suffice him. Verily, Allâh will accomplish his purpose. Indeed Allâh has set a measure for all things.

(At-Talaq 65: 2-3)

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22  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / BOY AND THE APPLE TREE on: January 27, 2010, 02:11:05 AM
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by...the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad . "Come and play with me" the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more" the boy replied. "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I do not have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was deeply saddened.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited "Come and play with me" the tree said. "I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me ? " " Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and upset.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat ?" said the man . "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years. " Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you ..." the tree said. "No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the man said. "I really cannot give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years" the man replied. "Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest." The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...

This is a story for everyone.
The tree is like our parents
When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad...
When we grow up, we leave them...only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
No matter what,
parents will always be there and
give everything they could
just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted we don't appreciate all they do for us, UNTIL it's too late. May Allah forgive us of our shortcomings and may He Guide us, Insha'allah Ameen

Please enlighten all your friends and your families by telling them this story,
Love your Parents..............
And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour.

And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say:
"My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small."

"Rasulullah (Sallallaahu Álayhi Wasallam ) said that Jibreel AS (angel) Said that
" Woe unto him in whose presence his parents or either one of them attains old age, and (through failure to serve them) he is not allowed to enter 'Jannah".
To this Rasulullah(Sallallahu Alayhe wassallam) said Ameen!

FROM: islamicinformation.net

http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=52004
23  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / very nice story must read:The Rich Merchant on: January 26, 2010, 07:56:09 AM
Once upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had four (4) wives.

He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"

"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"

"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.

Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.


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24  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Touching Story on: January 21, 2010, 03:46:45 AM
Shuaib received an automobile from his brother as a Eid present. On Eid day when Shuaib came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Uncle?" he asked. Shuaib nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Eid." The boy was astounded.
"You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Shuaib knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Shuaib all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Shuaib looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?" "Oh yes, I'd love that."
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Uncle, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Shuaib smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Shuaib was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Shuaib heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
"There she is, uncle, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Eid and it didn't cost him a penny. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Shop windows that I've been trying to tell you about."
Shuaib got out and lifted the boy to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Eid, Shuaib learned what the Rasul-Allah meant when he had said: "love for your brother what you love for yourself".

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25  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Beautiful story about justice and forgiveness on: January 21, 2010, 03:34:43 AM
Jarir b. ‘Abdullah al-Bajali reported that in a battle there was a man with Abu Musa al-Ash’ari who was very brave and damaging against the enemies. After the battle they collected the booty. Abu Musa granted the man only a portion of the booty he deserved and not all. The man refused to accept anything less than what he deserved. As a result, Abu Musa gave him ten lashes and shaved off his head. The man collected his hair and went off to ‘Umar as he was sitting in his gathering. He struck ‘Umar’s chest with his hair and said, ‘I swear by Allah! If it wasn’t for the fire of Hell, I would have dealt with your deputy myself!’ He then related to him what Abu Musa did to him.

‘Umar then wrote to Abu Musa saying, ‘To proceed; So-and-so has related to me such-and-such. If you did this to him in public, then I swear you must also sit in public view so the man could exact revenge. If you did this to him in private then you may sit privately.’

The man took the letter to Abu Musa. The people said, ‘Forgive him.’

‘By Allah, I will not leave him for anyone!’ said the man.

When Abu Musa sat down for him to exact revenge, the man looked up at the sky and said, ‘O Allah, I have forgiven him

Sirat ‘Umar b. al-Khattab by al-Baltaji 97-98.

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26  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / The Repentance of Maalik Ibn Dinaar on: January 20, 2010, 01:10:49 AM
Ibn Qudaamah
Source: Kitaab at-Tawwabeen (223-225)

I was a policeman and I was given to drinking. I bought a beautiful slave who gave me a daughter. I doted over my daughter and when she began to crawl on all fours I grew even more fond of her. Whenever I put a strong drink in front of me she would come to me and pull me away from it, or she would spill it from me. When she completed two years she died. I became consumed with grief over her loss.

When the night of mid-Sha`ban came; it was the night before Jummah; I stayed home and drank… I did not pray the `Isha prayer. Then I had a dream that the Day of Judgment had begun, the Trumpet was blown, the graves gave up their dead, mankind was gathered up, and I was among them. I heard something behind me. I turned around and saw a dragon of indescribable size, blue-black, rushing for me with wide open jaws. I fled in terror.

I passed by a Shaykh dressed in spotless clothes, exuding a fragrant smell. I greeted him and he greeted me back. I said to him: Oh Shaykh! Protect me from this dragon, and may Allah protect you! The Shaykh wept and said: I am weak and it is stronger than me, I cannot overcome it. Go quickly, perhaps Allaah will grant you something that will save you from it.

I turned and resumed my flight. I climbed up on one of the promontories of the Day of Resurrection overlooking the layers of Hellfire. I looked at the horror they contained and almost fell in for fear of the dragon. But a crier cried out to me: Go back! You are not among its mates. His words stilled my fears and I went back.

But the dragon again pursued me. I went back to the Shaykh and said: Oh Shaykh! I begged you to protect me from this dragon but you didn’t protect me. Again he wept and said: I am weak, but proceed to this mountain. In it are kept the stores (wada’i`) of Muslims. If there is in something in store (wadi`a) for you, then it will help you.

I looked and saw a round-shaped moutain of silver topped with domes of hollowed pearl and hanging drapes, and every dome had two large gates of red gold encrusted with emeralds and pearls and overhung with drapes of silk.

When I saw the mountain I fled to it with the dragon in hot pursuit. As I approached the mountain one of the angels cried: Raise up the veils, open the gates, and look out! Perhaps this wretched one has something in store with you that will save him from his enemy. At this the veils were lifted, the gates were opened, and out of the palaces came children with faces like full moons. The snake was catching up to me and I was near despair.

One of the children cried: Woe to you! Come and see, all of you! His enemy is very near him. Whereupon the children came one wave after another, and among them was the dear daughter of mine that had died two years before. When she saw me she wept and said: My father, by Allaah! Then she leapt in a carriage of light and came near me with the speed of an arrow. She put her left hand in my right hand and I held on to her. Then she stretched her right hand towards the dragon and it turned around and fled.

My daughter bade me sit, then she sat in my lap and began to stroke my beard and said: Oh my father! “Has not the time come for those who believe, that their hearts become humble at the remembrance of Allah?” (57:16) I began to weep and said: Oh my daughter, you children know the Qur’an? She replied: My father! We know it better than you.

I said to her: Tell me about the dragon which wanted to destroy me. She said: Those were your evil deeds which you built up and strengthened, and they wanted to take you to Hellfire. I asked: What about the Shaykh I passed by? She replied: O my father, those were your righteous deeds, you made them weak until they were no match for your evil deeds.

I said: Oh my daughter! What are you all doing in this moutain? She said: We are the children of Muslims, we have been given this dwelling until the Hour rises. We await whatever you send forth to us, and we intercede for you.

Maalik (Ibn Dinaar) then said: Then I awoke in a start and saw that morning had come. I flung the potion from me and shattered the drinking-cups, and I repented to Allaah


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27  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Malak, the young girl on: January 20, 2010, 12:54:55 AM


This is a true story about a girl who lived in Oman, and was Omani. The people who told her story are her best friend and some members of her family.

The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman stayed on her Christian religion, but she came to live in Oman with her husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They had some children, but they lacked a family.

This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was so bitter for one of their daughters.
I will call her Malak, it means angel. That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no better name to call her.

Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would dream to have.The only thing that this young girl lacked was a family.

Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.The only people who she could turn to were the other rich girls who led a life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends basically having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to interfere with them, they could do whatever they please.

In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days.

There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them. They took two rooms, one, which the boys slept in, and the other where she and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one room, or in the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is how much freedom these girls had. At least that is what they considered freedom.

Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to hang around somewhere without being disturbed by the others. They decided to go to her friend's house because there was no one there.

So they sat together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one of the rooms with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go into any of the rooms if she wanted to.

Malak preferred to stay in the living room and talk to her boyfriend. After some time her friend called her, so she and her boyfriend both went. When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and told her, " How dare you?" Then she stormed out of the house, full of feelings that she had felt for the first time in her life.

For the first time she felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to be comforted.

She went to her house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with their friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that house. She ran to her room for comfort, only to find all those horrible paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and broke them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.

Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet so that she can pray. She wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole body wet, because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her grandmother's prayer mat and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.

Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated (did sujud) and just talked to God. She stayed like that for one whole hour. She just poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after that, but there was more that she wanted to do now.

She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time, because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person who could help her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She tried to find something suitable to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she remembered that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Qur'an. She went and got them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's house.

When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw herself into her arms and cried her heart out.

The aunt understood what happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle, she did the same, she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his niece at first because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was, he comforted her and sat with her and talked to her.

Malak had later said that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach her how to pray. After she learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in this room, I want to be alone for three days.

Then she asked her uncle, "How long would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said that she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she said," I could die before five years had passed."

So she started her mission, she started memorizing the Qur'an. Malak was so much happier and at peace with herself in this new lifestyle. After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter was not in the house and started to inquire about her!

He was infuriated to discover that she was in his brother's house. He went to take her from there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak decided to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.

What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the holy Qur'an in three months only! Now she called her uncle and his family to come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told them to hurry. They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly.

When they got there, they were told that she was praying. A long time passed and she still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see her. They saw her on the prayer mat holding the holy Qur'an in her arms, lying dead. Yes you all read that sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her arms near the heart that memorized it.

The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury her quickly. They called her father, but she had told her grandfather that she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted to Islam. Her sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was the first time for her cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway, because they were the closest people to her. They said that they felt other people helping them, people that they couldn't see. They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is wrapped in), but it had disappeared.

They started looking for it everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in one of the corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most beautiful smell. So they had no choice but to use this Kafan. When the men went to pray for her, there were six men, dressed in green.

These six men also prayed for her, then they carried her to the graveyard and they buried her. These six men were not members of the family, they were strangers. After the burial, these men disappeared and no one knew who they were or where they came from.

There is no doubt about whom they are and where they came from. They were angels and they came from up above to take the body of the pure Malak and treat it the way God wants. Malak deserved to be buried by angels not humans, because she had reached a higher standard than most other humans had.

The sad thing is that there are many like Malak in Oman and in other Islamic communities. I just hope that everyone spreads this story so that we could learn from this live example. To all the men and women, when it comes to marriage don't just think of love and lust, think of the children that are going to come.

Choose good parents for you children before you bear them. Remember that there is death and judgement and then heaven or hell.

Take good care of your families and nurture them with love and care,and sow faith in their hearts.

Like Malak, with all that she had, she never really felt happy until she found her path back to Allah. Without faith there is no happiness or contentment


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28  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Friendship : Three Muslim Friends Story on: January 20, 2010, 12:44:47 AM
Waqidi - who was one the greatest scholars during the time of Abbasid Caliph Mamun Rashid - narrates the following incident:

I had two friends, one of who was a Hashemite. Our friendship was so sincere, that we were in fact one soul in three bodies!

Once during Eid Festival season, I had no money. My wife said to me, "You and I can tolerate these hardships. However, I am very much grieved because our children see other children wearing new dresses and adorning themselves for Eid Festival, whereas their own clothes are old and torn. See if you can get some money so that I can make new clothes for them."

I could not think of any solution to the problem, so I wrote a letter to my Hashemite friend and requested him to assist me.

My Hashemite friend sent me a sealed bag and informed me that it contained 1000 dirhams. I had not yet opened the sealed bag when someone who was sent by my other friend came. He informed me about my friend's financial difficulties and sough help from me. I gave him the same sealed bag to take it to my other friend. I then went to the mosque with a heavy heart. As I felt ashamed to face my wife, I spent the night there. When I went home in the morning, to my surprise, she received me with a cheerful face and was pleased at my having done good to my friend and having considered his needs before considering my own.

In the meant time, my Hashemite friend arrived at my house and asked me curiously, "Tell me the truth. What have you done with the bag of money which I had sent to you yesterday?"

I told him the whole incident. After hearing me out, he bowed his head down for a moment and then said, "Yesterday when you sent me a message and asked for help, I had no money except this sealed bag. I sent it to you and wrote a letter to our other friend seeking his help. He sent me my own sealed bag and I could not understand the matter till you just explained it to me."

Waqidi says, "The three of us divided the money amongst ourselves and one hundred dirhams out of it was given to my wife. When Abbasid Caliph Mamun Rashid heard about this strange incident he sent me and enquired about the matter. I related the entire incident to him. Abbasid Caliph Mamun Rashid then ordered that 2000 dinars should be given to each one of us and 1000 dinars to my wife as a gift."

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29  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / One Sin Lead to Repentance on: January 20, 2010, 12:21:39 AM
A righteous man was once asked to tell the story of the pivotal moment of his life, the moment in which he first began to apply the teachings of Islam, and the following was his answer:

When I was a young man, I would not hesitate to perpetrate any sin that was made available to me. Then, one day, I saw a young woman who was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Much tempted by her, I indicated to her that I wanted her to approach me. She seemed nervous, but I thought that she would probably agree to satisfy my sexual desires for money. She approached me with what seemed to be a great deal of trepidation, and when she actually stood before me, she looked extremely terrified.

Feeling sorry for her, I said, ‘Do not fear, for I will not harm you.’

But my words did not lessen her terrible fright in the least; in fact, her situation worsened. She began to tremble like a palm tree leaf trembles with the wind.

I said, ‘Tell me your story.’

She said, ‘By Allah, o my brother, never before this day have I offered my body in this way. Dire need is what has driven me to this, for I have three daughters who have not eaten a single morsel of food for three days now. It was pity for them that brought me to this low point in my life.’

For the first time in my life, I felt pity; her story moved me, and I no longer entertained the intention of taking advantage of her. After she told me where she lived, I took a great deal of money, clothing and food to her house. When I returned to my house, I told my mother what had happened.

My mother knew that I had a book in which I would record all of my evil deeds, and so she said to me, ‘My son, you are a man who has never performed a good deed except for the good deed that you performed today. I know that you have a book in which you record your evil exploits, go now and write in it your good deed.’

I stood up, went to my book, opened it, and found that all of its pages were blank- except for the first page on which was written a single line.

إِنَّ الْحَسَنَاتِ يُذْهِبْنَ السَّيِّئَاتِ

“Verily, the good deeds remove the evil deeds (i.e. small sins)
30  Islam / Inspirational Islamic Stories / Beautiful story on: January 19, 2010, 04:00:30 AM
Once there was an old man and his 25-year old son riding in a train A couple came and sat across from them.

As the train started going- the son's eyes widened. "Dad!" he cried " The trees and the buildings! They're running behind us!"The father looked at his son lovingly and smiled. The couple looked at the son- puzzled.

When the train slowed down at some parts- the son saw birds. "Dad! Look at the birds! They're so beautiful! They're all different colors and so pretty!" Again, the father looked at his son and smiled. The couple became disgruntled.

Then, it started to rain The 25 year old man looked out at the sky and exclaimed "Dad! The sky is dark now!!!" he poked his hand out of the window and laughed gleefully. " Look dad! Drops of water are falling on my hand!!!"

Before the old man could respond- the couple motioned him over. "Why don't you take him to a doctor?!" the exclaimed, " Your 25-year-old son is acting like a child! He must be crazy! Take him to a doctor."

Slowly, the old man looked back at his son, his eyes filled with intense love.
" We just came back from the doctor," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Before my son was blind, and we got an operation done. My son can now see the beauty of the world, of which he had never imagined."

The couple became quiet, and the man went back to his seat next to his beloved son.

Throughout the rest of the train ride, the couple watched the 25-year-old man with tear-brimmed eyes, and smiles on their lips.


Moral: We should always expand our sight to other's points of veiw as well as ours.

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