The Story Thread

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Salam Alaikum
This thread will be updated almost everyday by a new story. A story that will teach you a lesson, so if you like the story, just spread the word:=)

The Pencil Story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him 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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Desire

An emperor was coming out of his palace for his morning walk when he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, “What do you want?”
The beggar laughed and said, “You are asking me as though you can fulfill my desire!”
The king was offended. He said, “Of course I can fulfill your desire. What is it? Just tell me.”

And the beggar said, “Think twice before you promise anything.”
“I will fulfill anything you ask. I am a very powerful emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?”
The beggar said, “It is a very simple desire. You see this begging bowl? Can you fill it with something?”
The emperor said, “Of course!” He called one of his viziers and told him, “Fill this mans begging bowl with money.” The vizier went and got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would disappear. And the beggging bowl remained always empty.
The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumor went throughout the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, “If the whole kingdom is lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar.”
Diamons and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming empty.The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that was put into it — everything! — immediately disappeared, went out of existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing there in utter silence. The king dropped at the fet of the beggar and admitted his defeat. he said, “Just tell me one thing. You are victorious - but before you leave, just fulfill my curiousity. What is the beging bowl made of?”
The beggar laughed and said, “It is made up of the human mind. There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire.”
This understanding transforms life. Go into one desire — what is the mechanism of it? First there is a great excitement, great thrill, adventure. you feel a great kick. Somehting is going to happen, you are on the verge of it. And then you have the car, you have the yacht, you have the house, you have the woman, and suddenly all is meaningless again.
What happens? Your mind has dematerialised it. The car is standing in the drive, but there is no excitement anymore. The excitement was only in getting it. You became so drunk with the desire thah you forgot your inner nothingness. Now the desire is fulfilled, the car in the drive, the woman in your bed, the money in your bank account - again excitement disappears. Again the emptiness is there, ready to eat you up. Again you have to create another desire to escape this yawning abyss.
That’s how one moves from one desire to another desire. That’s how one remains a beggar. Your whole life proves it again and again — every desire frustrates. And when the goal is achieved, you will need another desire.
The day you understand that desire as such is going to fail comes the turning point in your life.

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Better to Give

A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a Professor, who was commonly called the student’s friend, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.
As they went along,they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by,and who had nearly finished his day’s work.
The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”
“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him.”
The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes.
While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around, and looked at it again and again.
He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.
His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to the heavens and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand,would save from perishing.
The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”
The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: “It’s more blessed to give than to receive.”
Abdullah bin Abbas (radi Allahu anhu) reported that the Prophet (sallAllahu alaiyhi wassallam) said that encouraging good, prohibiting evil, lifting the burden of the weak person and removing an offensive thing from a path are all acceptable prayers to Allah.
[ibn Majah]

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The Fisherman

An investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The investment banker complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The fisherman replied, “Only a little while.”
The investment banker then asked, “Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?”
The fisherman said, “With this I have more than enough to support my family’s needs.”
The investment banker then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening and spend time with my family, I have a full and busy life.”
The investment banker scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to a big town and eventually to the the city where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise.”
The fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the investment banker replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“But what then?” asked the fisherman.
The investment banker laughed and said that’s the best part. “When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”
“Millions?…Then what?”
The investment banker said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings and spend time with your family.”

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What a Bad Servant we are!

Hasan al-Basree rahimahullaah
From Ghunyat-ut-Talibeen of Shaykh ‘Abdul-Qaadir al-Jeelaani rahimahullaah
Al-Hasan al-Basri (may Allah bestow His mercy upon him)] said:
“What a bad servant [of the Lord] is he! I am speaking of a servant who fits the following description:
1. He asks for forgiveness (maghfirah), while he is actively engaged in sinful disobedience (ma’siya).
2. He behaves in a humbly submissive manner, so that he may be credited with loyalty (amana), but he is only pretending, to hide his disloyalty (khiyanah).
3. He forbids what is wrong, but does not refrain from it himself.
4. He enjoins what is right, but does not act upon his own instructions.
5. If he gives, he does so very stingily, and if he withholds, he offers no apology.
6. If he is in the best of health, he feels secure, but if he falls sick, he becomes remorseful.
7. If he is impoverished, he feels sad, and if he gets rich, he is subject to temptation.
8. He hopes for salvation, but does not act accordingly.
9. He is afraid of punishment, but takes no precautions against it.
10. He wishes to receive more benefit, but he does not give thanks [for what he has received].
11. He likes the idea of spiritual reward, but he does not practice patience.
12. He expedites sleep and postpones fasting”

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thanx a lot brother
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thanx a lot brother
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You're most welcome, sister=)
Allah bless you:=)

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Give Your Parents Roses While The’re Alive, Not Dead

MY mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment.
My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and
such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an
embarrassment.
There was this one day during elementary school… It was field day, and
my mom came. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school… “your mom only has one eye?!?!”…And they taunted me. I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “mom… Why don’t you have the other eye?! If you’re only going to make me a
laughingstock, why don’t you just die?!!!” my mom did not respond…
I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think
that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time… maybe it was
because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her
feelings very badly. That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a
glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that
she might wake me.
I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had
said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my
heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So
I told myself that I would grow up and become successful. Because I hated
my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty… then I studied real hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too…
Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a
place that doesn’t remind me of my mom. This happiness was getting bigger and
bigger, when… what?! Who’s this …it was my mother… still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her, “who are you?!” “I don’t know you!!!” as if trying to
make that real. I screamed at her,” How dare you come to my house and scare
my daughter!” “GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!” and to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me… I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my
life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me…
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.
My son… I think my life has been long enough now… And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much… and I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school. …for you… and I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
I was never upset at you for anything you did… the couple times thatyou were angry with me, I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me…’ my son. Oh, my son… I don’t want you to cry for me, because of my death. My son, I love you my son, I love you so much.


I LOVE YOU MOM:=)

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How Kind is Allah !

There lived an idolator in the past who made an idol out of stone and would worship it everyday. He would call it upon it by saying “Ya Sanam.” For seventy years, he worshipped this idol. One day by mistake he uttered “Ya Samad” instead of Ya Sanam. Samad is a name of Allah which means The Self Sufficient Master. Allah Ta’ala immediately replied back to this idolator by saying “I am present oh My slave.” The angels asked Allah why He replied to him since he didn’t even call upon Him intentionally. Allah told the angels that for seventy years I have been waiting for this servant of mine to turn towards Me!
If a mother has only one child then how much would she love him? He would be the coolness of her eyes and the comfort of her heart. But if this son calls her saying “Mommy” more than four or five times, she would get irritated eventhough she loves him more than her ownself. On the other hand, when we call Allah once, He replies back to us 70 times by saying “Labbaik Ya Abdi (I am here oh My slave).” How unfortunate we are that we have not recognized our Allah who is so Kind, Merciful and Forgiving.

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The Wise Woman’s Stone

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him, she did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I have been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”

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beautiful words
thanx a lot and God bless you

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beautiful words
thanx a lot and God bless you


Thanks for being a faithful reader to my posts
May Allah bring you peace and happiness:=)

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Coffee

A group of people, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old University lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: “If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While, it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other’s cups.”
“Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn’t change.” “Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.”
So, don’t let the cups drive you…enjoy the coffee instead..

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Daddy, Can you give me $10?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.
“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”
“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”
The father was furious. “If the only reason you want to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hour’s everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 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 my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more 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, then looked up at the man.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20.00 now… Can I buy an hour of your time?

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Parents

An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who had received tertiary education. Suddenly a crow perched on a wall of the house.

The father asked the son: ‘What is this?’ The son replied: ‘It is a crow.’ After a little while the father again asked the son: ‘What is this?’ The son said: ‘It is a crow.’ After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: ‘What is this?’ The son said: ‘Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow.’
After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: ‘What is this?’ At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the son’s tone when he said to his father with a rebuff, ‘Father! It is a crow, a crow.’


A little after the father again asked his son: ‘What is this?’ This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper. Father: ‘You are always repeating the same question, although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?’ A little later the father went to his room and came back with an old diary.

Opening a page he asked his son to read that. When the son read it the following words were written in the diary: “Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me twenty-five times what it was and I told him twenty-five times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated. I rather felt affection for the innocent child.”
The father then told the son the difference between a father and a son’s attitude, ‘While a little child he asked me this question twenty-five times and I felt no irritation in replying to the question twenty-five times and when today I asked him the same question only five times, he felt irritated and annoyed.’
“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 with you, do not say ‘uff’ to them, nor repulse them, but speak to them a gracious word. And lower to them the wing of submission and humbleness out of mercy to both of them and say: ‘My Lord! Have mercy on them both, as they cared for me and brought me up when I was a little child.’” (17:23-24)
“And worship Allah, Ascribe nothing as partner to Him, and (show) kindness to parents..” (4:36)

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From the East

An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you.”

The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. “I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!”

One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn’t have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by–still nothing in Ling’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.
Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn’t say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful–in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, “Hey nice try.”

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown,” said the emperor. “Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!” All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. “The emperor knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!”

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. “My name is Ling,” he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, “Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!” Ling couldn’t believe it. Ling couldn’t even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!”

If you plant honesty, You will reap trust
If you plant goodness, You will reap friends
If you plant humility, You will reap greatness
If you plant perseverance, You will reap victory
If you plant consideration, You will reap harmony
If you plant hard work, You will reap success
If you plant forgiveness, You will reap reconciliation
If you plant openness, You will reap intimacy
If you plant patience, You will reap improvements
If you plant faith, You will reap miracles
But
If you plant dishonesty, You will reap distrust.
If you plant selfishness, You will reap loneliness
If you plant pride, You will reap destruction
If you plant envy, You will reap trouble
If you plant laziness, You will reap stagnation.
If you plant bitterness, You will reap isolation
If you plant greed, You will reap loss
If you plant gossip, You will reap enemies
If you plant worries, You will reap wrinkles
If you plant sin, You will reap guilt

So be careful what you plant now, It will determine what you will reap tomorrow,The seeds you now scatter, Will make life worse or better,your life or the ones who will come after. Yes, someday, you will enjoy the fruits,Or you will pay for the choices you plant today.

[Unfaithful]

Beautiful and so meaningful stories
God bless you brother

[Ibndz]

I liked the topic

of How kind is Allah !!! Thanks

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I liked the topic

of How kind is Allah !!! Thanks

ٍSalam Alaikum brother
Thanks for passing
May Allah bring you peace and hapiness.

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Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
“Richness, can you take me with you?”
Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”
“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”
“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,
Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”
“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.
“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

[أبوصلاح الدين]

what super topics you put here.
thank you very very very much
we are waiting the new from you.

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what super topics you put here.
thank you very very very much
we are waiting the new from you.

Salam Alaikum brother:)
Thank you so much for supporting. I appreciate it.
May Allah bring you peace and happiness.:)

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The Fisherman

An investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The investment banker complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The fisherman replied, “Only a little while.”
The investment banker then asked, “Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?”
The fisherman said, “With this I have more than enough to support my family’s needs.”
The investment banker then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening and spend time with my family, I have a full and busy life.”
The investment banker scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to a big town and eventually to the the city where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise.”
The fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the investment banker replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“But what then?” asked the fisherman.
The investment banker laughed and said that’s the best part. “When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”
“Millions?…Then what?”
The investment banker said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings and spend time with your family.”

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Only for Allah

There was a pious man among the Banu Israel who always remained busy in the worship of Allah. A group of people came to him and told him that a tribe living nearby worshipped a tree. The news upset him, and with an axe on his shoulder he went to cut down that tree. On the way, Satan met him in the form of an old man and asked him where he was going. He said he was going to cut a particular tree. Satan said, “You have nothing to be concerned with this tree, you better mind your worship and do not give it up for the sake of something that does not concern you.” “This is also worship,” retorted the worshipper.
Then Satan tried to prevent him from cutting the tree, and there followed a fight between the two, in which the worshipper overpowered the Satan. Finding himself completely helpless, Satan begged to be excused, and when the worshipper released him, he again said, “Allah has not made the cutting of this tree obligatory on you. You do not lose anything if you do not cut it. If its cutting were necessary, Allah could have got it done through one of his many Prophets.” The worshipper insisted on cutting the tree. There was again a fight between the two and again the worshipper overpowered the Satan. “Well listen,” said Satan, “I propose a settlement that will be to your advantage.” The worshipper agreed, and Satan said, “You are a poor man, a mere burden on this earth. If you stay away from this act, I will pay you three gold coins everyday. You will daily find them lying under your pillow.
By this money you can fulfil your own needs, can oblige your relative, help the needy, and do so many other virtuous things. Cutting the tree will be only one virtue, which will ultimately be of no use because the people will grow another tree.” This proposal appealed to the worshipper, and he accepted it. He found the money on two successive days, but on the third day there was nothing. He got enraged, picked up his axe and went to cut the tree. Satan as an old man again met him on the way and asked him where he was going. “To cut the tree,” shouted the worshipper. “I will not let you do it,” said Satan. A fight took place between the two again but this time Satan had the upper hand and overpowered the worshipper. The latter was surprised at his own defeat, and asked the former the cause of his success. Satan replied, “At first, your anger was purely for earning the pleasure of Allah, and therefore Almighty Allah helped you to overpower me, but now it has been partly for the sake of the gold coins and therefore you lost.”

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Being thankful

It is said that once Hasan al-Basri had a very sharp headache, so he tied a bandana over his head. Rabia Basri saw him and inquired the cause for the bandana, to which Hasan al-Basri told her of the headache.
Rabia Basri asked him if this headache is something he gets often. Hasan al-Basri replied that Allah has blessed him with good health and it is after many years that he had a headache this severe.
“Is it not strange that Allah gave you good health for years, and then when He afflicts you with some pain, you wear a banner on your head to advertise your pain?”
Hasan al-Basri says that after that day he never ever complained of any harship he faced.
I don’t know the authenticity, but I often marvel at the lesson. How thankful are we in the times of ease and how we complain in the times of difficulty? May Allah save us from hypocrisy.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

are you a teacher of English.
I am still with first topics.
your participatins are very wenderful.drops of wisdom.stories and jokes.
my congratilations so so deeply.

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God bless you for what you are doing
good job brother

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are you a teacher of English.
I am still with first topics.
your participatins are very wenderful.drops of wisdom.stories and jokes.
my congratilations so so deeply.

Salam Alaikum brother,
I am an English graduated student:)
I am really thankful that you like my threads. It just indicates the good morals you have:)
Thank you for supporting.
Please, take good care of yoursellf and may Allah bring you peace and happiness.

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God bless you for what you are doing
good job brother


Salam Alaikum sister,
Thanks a million for supporting me:)
You are a good person:)
I wish you all the very best.
May Allah bring you peace and happiness:)

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Destination Jannah: Is your suitcase ready?


She’s My Sister
Her cheeks were worn and sunken and her skin hugged her bones. That didn’t stop her though, you could never catch her not reciting Qur’an. Always vigil in her personal prayer room Dad had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer. That was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again, boredom was for others.
As for me I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself all the time to videos until those trips to the rental place became my trademark. As they say, when something becomes habit people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and laziness characterized my Salah.
One night, I turned the video off after a marathon three hours of watching. The adhan softly rose in that quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.
Her voice carried from her prayer room. “Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?” I said.
With a sharp needle she popped my plans. “Don’t sleep before you pray Fajr!”
Agh…there’s still an hour before Fajr, that was only the first Adhaan!
With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was always like that, even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. “Hanan can you come sit beside me.”
I could never refuse any of her requests, you could touch the purity and sincerity. “Yes, Noorah?”
“Please sit here.”
“OK, I”m sitting. What’s on your mind?”
With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:
“Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on Resurrection Day”
She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, “Do you believe in death?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?”
“I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful and I^Òve got a long life waiting for me.”
“Stop it Hanan … aren’t you afraid of death and it’s abruptness? Look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. So did so and so, and so and so. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.”
The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. “I’m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death, how am I supposed to go to sleep now. Noorah, I thought you promised you’d go with us on vacation during the summer break.”
Impact. Her voice broke and her heart quivered. “I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. Just maybe. All of our lives are in Allah^Òs hands and we all belong to Him.”
My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks.
I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness, how the doctors had informed my father privately that there was not much hope that Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn’t told though. Who hinted to her? Or was it that she could sense the truth.
“What are you thinking about Hanan?” Her voice was sharp. “Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? Uh - uh. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. And you Hanan, how long are you going to live? Twenty years, maybe? Forty? Then what?” Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. “There’s no difference between us; we’re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:
“Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.”
I left my sister’s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: May Allah guide you Hanan - don’t forget your prayer.
Eight O’clock in the morning. Pounding on my door. I don’t usually wake up at this time. Crying. Confusion. O Allah, what happened?
Noorahs condition became critical after Fajr, they took her immediately to the hospital … Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.
There wasn’t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.
After an eternity…
It was one O’clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital. “Yes. You can come and see her now.” Dad’s voice had changed, mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.
Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so long now, so very long. Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right. Everyone, just move out of our way. Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made dua’a for her Noorah.
We arrived at the hospitals main entrance.
One man was moaning, another was involved in an accident and a third^Òs eyes were iced, you couldn^Òt tell if he was alive or dead.
We skipped stairs to Noorahs floor. She was in intensive care.
The nurse approached us. “Let me take you to her.” As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet a girl Noorah was. She reassured Mother somewhat that Noorah^Òs condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning.
“Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time.” This was the intensive care unit. Through the small window in the door and past the flurry of white robes I caught my sisters eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying.
“You may enter and say Salam to her on condition that you do not speak too long,” they told me. “Two minutes should be enough.”
“How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?”
We held hands, she squeezed harmlessly. “Even now, Alhamdulillah, I’m doing fine.”
“Alhamdulillah…but…your hands are so cold.”
I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. “Sorry … did I hurt you?”
“No, it is just that I remembered Allah’s words
One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud)
{waltafatul saaqu bil saaq}
“Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the hearafter very soon. It is a long journey and I haven’t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.”
A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us ^Ö two sisters - to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister^Òs palm which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I’ve never cried like that before.
At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. A cousin came in my room, another. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point … Noorah had died!
I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn’t remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn’t even cry anymore.
Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time, I had kissed Noorah’s head.
I remember only one thing though, seeing her spread on that bed, the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:
“One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud)” and I knew too well the truth of the next verse: “The drive on that day we be to your Lord (Allah)!”
I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured who it was that had shared my mother’s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.
I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with. Who had comforted my rainy days. I remembered who had prayed for my guidance and who had spent so many tears for so many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.
Tonight is Noorah’s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur’an, her prayer mat and this was the spring rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married, the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.
I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.
At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself: what if it was I who had died? Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…
The first adhan rose softly from the Masjid, how beautiful it sounded this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the Muadhdhins call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.
Now and insha’ Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the mornings I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning.
We are all going on Noorah’s journey. What have we prepared for it?

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A Brother like That

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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When 24 hours in a day are not enough

A professor stood before his Philosophy class and held some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes”. The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now”, said the professor as the laughter subsided, “ I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-Allah, your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions - and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first”. He continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for things that are important to you”.
“Pay attention to the thing things that are critical to your happiness. Lead a life as a obedient creature of your Creator. Play with your children. Take time to get the medical check-ups. Take your spouse out. Play another game 18 hole at the golf course. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand”.
One of the students raised hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled, “I am glad you asked. It just goes to show that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend”.

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Gog bless you brother.I promise myself to fellow every thing new of your writings..these stories are really wenderful and meaningful.
I am still looking for that friend who loves the others just like himself. most friends are selfish.friendship becomes very cold based only on reciprocal benifits.I mean faithful friends mostly don.t exist.
philosophy professor.s experience is very very important.we need it our whole life.
what a hard working student you are.

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Gog bless you brother.I promise myself to fellow every thing new of your writings..these stories are really wenderful and meaningful.
I am still looking for that friend who loves the others just like himself. most friends are selfish.friendship becomes very cold based only on reciprocal benifits.I mean faithful friends mostly don.t exist.
philosophy professor.s experience is very very important.we need it our whole life.
what a hard working student you are.


Salam Alaikum brother,
Reading my posts shows the good qualities you have.
My next story will be dedicated for you:)
May Allah bring you peace and happiness:):)

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True Friendship

A person came crying and weeping to Shaikh Shiblee Rahamatullahi alayh and said, ‘O Shaikh, I have destroyed myself; make du’aa for me that may Allah take me away from this world.’
People, whose relationship with Allah is strong, will never ever dream of committing suicide. Those people who enjoy the pleasures of this world; alcohol, drug, women, dubbing, etc., they are the people who will ultimately, want to commit suicide because they will get sick of this world. Those who enjoy the pleasures of this world by committing sins will be surrounded by problems from all four sides. They have brought these problems upon themselves through disobedience to Allah Ta’aalaa.
Such people begin to feel they will only find peace, if they are dead. An Urdu poet has said: Now out of fear you desire to die (But) even after death, if you do not find peace, where will you go?
Now, overpowered by calamities and problems, you desire to die and you consider death a solution to all your problems, but if, after death, you do not find peace in the grave, if you do not find peace on the Day of Qiyaamah, if you do not find peace on the Pul Siraat and you are deprived of entry in Jannah, then where will you go?
So the person said to Shaikh Shiblee, ‘I have a big problem. Make du’aa that may Allah Ta’aalaa take me away from this world.’
The Shaikh said, ‘Calm down, take it easy, what is the problem?’ He replied, ‘I had a very close friend, and I loved him very much. We were friends for a very long time. He sacrificed everything for me and I sacrificed everything for him. I had never thought that he will ever leave me but he has left me. Now my heart is empty. I cannot survive without him. I love him so much that I want him back, and if I cannot have him back, then I want to die.’
The Shaikh soothed him and asked him to calm down saying, ‘Look, there is no need to lose hope. Why do you want to die when there is a solution to your problem?’
He quickly said, very happily, ‘Tell me what is the solution, tell me quickly! Since he has left me I have not been eating, drinking or sleeping. There is no joy in my life. Please tell me quickly.’
The Shaikh replied, ‘The only way to forget a friend who has left you is to make a new friend.’ He said, ‘O Shaikh, after ten to fifteen years of loyal friendship, he has left me and I am suffering. And you are telling me to make a new friend. I fear that if the same thing happens, then what will become of me.’
Shaikh Shiblee said, ‘What if I find you a friend who will never leave you. In fact, if you are disloyal to him and after years of disloyalty, you go back to him saying O my friend! Forgive me. I want to be your friend again, he will immediately accept you again as a friend.’ He said, ‘O Shaikh! Show me this friend! Who is this friend that is so loyal.’
The Shaikh replied, ‘Turn to Allah and make friendship with Him.’

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Importance of Saying Insha-Allah

During a Jumah Khutbah in a small town, an Imam talked about the significance of saying “Insha Allah” (which means if Allah wills) when planning to do something in the future. After a few days, a man who had also attended the Khutbah was going to buy a cow from the market. On the way, he met a friend who asked him where he was going. He told him about buying the cow but did not say Insha Allah in the end. His friend reminded him about the Khutbah and told him to say Insha Allah. However, this individual said that he had the money he needs and the energy to go to the market, thus, there is no point of saying Insha Allah as he will certainly buy the cow. He thought that saying Insha Allah will not make any difference.
When he reached the market, he found a cow that met his expectations. He burgained with the seller and came to a reasonable price. Finally, he decided to pay for the cow but was dumbfounded when he discovered that his money was missing. A thief had stolen the money while he was walking through the busy market. The cow seller asked him whether he was going to buy the cow or not. “Insha Allah, I will buy it next week,” he said. When he reached home, his wife inquired about the cow. He told her about how he forgot to say Insha Allah, and also added, “Insha Allah, I wanted to buy the cow. But Insha Allah, my money was stolen. Insha Allah, I will buy it next week.” His wife clarified to him that we should say Insha Allah for things that are yet to happen, not for those things that had already happened. He never forgot his “Insha Allah” again.
This incident was narrated by Shaikh Wahidullah from Toronto, Canada.

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Brick and the Jaguar

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost me a lot of money. Why did you do it?”
The young boy was apologetic. “Please mister. . . . please, I’m sorry.
I didn’t know what else to do. I threw the brick because no one else would stop” With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. “It’s my brother. He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.”
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his handkerchief and wiped at the fresh scrapes and cuts. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward home. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar.
The damage was very noticeable but the driver never repaired the dented side door. There are many lessons in this story; but he kept the dent to remind him of this message:
Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention. Everyday we are reminded of the ‘whispers’ of our experiences around us. When our Creator has blessed us with ’sight’; then why do we continue life blindly. Sometimes when we don’t take the time to take heed, A ‘brick’ is thrown at us ; so that we may take lessons therefrom.
Listen to the ‘whisper’…….. or wait for the ‘brick’…

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The Lion & The Fly

Shaykh Ibn Ata’allah al-Iskandari said:
The person who pays too much attention to the life of this world while neglecting to prepare for the life to come is like a man being attacked by a lion. Imagine that the lion is poised to pounce upon him when a fly suddenly lands on his nose. If the man stopped to swat the fly instead of fending off the lion, wouldn’t he be an idiot? He must have lost his sense of reason! If he had a grain of reasoning power, he would certainly pay attention to the imminent onslaught of the lion with its deadly pounce while ignoring the disturbance of a mere fly. If people grow preoccupied with their lives in this world and neglect to prepare for the life to come, it proves that they, too, are idiots. If they had any understanding, insight and reasoning power, they would get ready for the upcoming life after death. That is their ultimate responsibility. For this they will each be held accountable. They should hardly be preoccupied with matters of material provision. Concern for material goods in comparison to concern for spiritual health is like the taking care of the annoying fly instead of the impending pounce of the deadly lion. Idiot!

[أبوصلاح الدين]

always you bring wenderful stories.you offer great service to us.
it seems to me you know Arabic well since you mention the story of true friendship with chykh acha.bi
the famous arabic writer Arrafii had rewrote the story with very poetic style and beautiful meanings in his book entitled(revelation of the pen )
also.the last story has confirmed a basic idea in my mind that life is just a short step and the real life is after death.most of people fall down in continuose heedlessness.they are very occupied with fly and give no attention to the lion.
really .they are idiot.
my great thanks.

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always you bring wenderful stories.you offer great service to us.
it seems to me you know Arabic well since you mention the story of true friendship with chykh acha.bi
the famous arabic writer Arrafii had rewrote the story with very poetic style and beautiful meanings in his book entitled(revelation of the pen )
also.the last story has confirmed a basic idea in my mind that life is just a short step and the real life is after death.most of people fall down in continuose heedlessness.they are very occupied with fly and give no attention to the lion.
really .they are idiot.
my great thanks.

Salam Alaikum brother,
I am keen on reading:) This is what I usually do in my leisure.
During the last two years, I have collected the best words I have read like stories, drops of wisdom, poetry...ect.
I would love to share them with other people since it is useful and not gonna waste your time but it will upgrade your knoweldge:)
I know Arabic very well cause I'm an Algerian, as I said before I am an English graduated student.
I have spent the last four years in reading English books.
I have posted a story wich conveys the same meaning of what you have mentioned:) Check the stroy of :"When 24 hours in a day are not enough"
May Allah bring you peace and happiness

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The Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no
further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were Allah’s(God’s) way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If Allah allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
We could never fly!

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human desire has no limits. the prophet said.if human being has tow rivers of gold he will never be satisfied and he will ask fot*r third river and so on.
it is said ther was a cmpanion named tha.alaba (some says this story is not correct)asked the prophet mohammed (pbuh)to ask God to make tha.alaba very rich.the prophet said to him it would be very difficult to be rich.but tha.alaba insisted.and the prophet asked God to make tha.alaba rich.
after short time .tha.alaba became very rich.the prophet noticed that tha.alaba is absent from time to time to come to the mosque.then tha.alaba comes just jumoa.prayer.after certain time the prophet asked some companions to go to tha.alaba to take zakat but tha.alaba refused.
this shows the limitless desire of man.

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the second story teaches us the meaing of (ihsan)that means to give better than to take
abdallah ibn almobarek was very generouse.he asked some of his friends to perform peligrimage togather with a conditione to be their amire. .so the voyage with him to alhadj was very amusing and at the end he gave back every one of his friend his money.
life surely would have another meaning when we teach us to give rather than to take
it is a little bit difficult.

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human desire has no limits. the prophet said.if human being has tow rivers of gold he will never be satisfied and he will ask fot*r third river and so on.
it is said ther was a cmpanion named tha.alaba (some says this story is not correct)asked the prophet mohammed (pbuh)to ask God to make tha.alaba very rich.the prophet said to him it would be very difficult to be rich.but tha.alaba insisted.and the prophet asked God to make tha.alaba rich.
after short time .tha.alaba became very rich.the prophet noticed that tha.alaba is absent from time to time to come to the mosque.then tha.alaba comes just jumoa.prayer.after certain time the prophet asked some companions to go to tha.alaba to take zakat but tha.alaba refused.
this shows the limitless desire of man.

Salam Alaikum brother,

I believe the story of Thaâlabe is true. An Imam told me about it.
The story of this guy is a good explanation of the greed of human beings:)...Thanks for the reminder.

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The Three Dolls

A sage presented a prince with a set of three small dolls. The prince was not amused.
“Am I a girl that you give me dolls?” he asked.
“This is a gift for a future king,” said the man. “If you look carefully, you’ll see a hole in the ear of each doll.”
“So?”
The sage handed him a piece of string.
“Pass it through each doll,” he said.
Intrigued, the prince picked up the first doll and put the string into the ear.
It came out from the other ear.
“This is one type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him, comes out from the other ear. He doesn’t retain anything.”
The prince put the string into the second doll. It came out from the mouth.
“This is the second type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him, he tells everybody else.”
The prince picked up the third doll and repeated the process. The string did not reappear from anywhere else.
“This is the third type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him is locked up within him. It never comes out.”
“What is the best type of person?” asked the prince.
The man handed him a fourth doll, in answer.
When the prince put the string into the doll, it came out from the other ear.
“Do it again,” said the sage. The prince repeated the process. This time the string came out from the mouth. When he put the string in a third time, it did not come out at all.
“This is the best type of person,” said the sage. “To be trustworthy, a man must know when not to listen, when to remain silent and when to speak out.”

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very useful story.this shows how to deal carefully with people .they are different and our behaviour with them must be different.as it is said.some people are like air you need them always.some people like food you need them some times.some people like desease you must get away from them.
also some people are very intelligentthey listen to you carefully.other are so sleepy whatever you say it is meaningless for them.some keep secrets.others like broken cup couldn.t keepany thing.
such is life.
i want to participate here just to improve my english so excuse me.
thanks a lot.

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thank you alot brother

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Abu Salah and Laraa,
You are welcome:)
May Allah bring you peace and happiness

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Scab and Abscess

An elephant was led to a well to drink. Seeing itself in the water, it shied away. It thought it was shying away from another elephant. It did not realize it was shying away from its own self.
All evil qualities—oppression, hatred, envy, greed, mercilessness, pride—when they are within yourself, they bring no pain. When you see them in another, then you shy away and feel the pain. We feel no disgust at our own scab and abscess. We will dip our infected hand into our food and lick our fingers without turning in the least bit squeamish. But if we see a tiny abscess or half a scratch on another’s hand, we shy away from that person’s food and have no stomach for it whatsoever. Evil qualities are just like scabs and abscesses; when they are within us they cause no pain, but when we see them even to a small degree in another, then we feel pain and disgust.
Just as you shy away from your brother or sister, so you should excuse them for shying away from you. The pain you feel comes from those faults, and they see the same faults. The seeker of truth is a mirror for their neighbors. But those who cannot feel the sting of truth are not mirrors to anyone but themselves.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

thank you ZANAZ.now
I am amember in ENGLISHBABY

[أبوصلاح الدين]

this topic to see other.s faults and being blind with yours was my khutba last friday
I do absolutly agree with you that scab and abscess represent nothing when they are with us .but when we discover them with the others we raise our voices.criticise harshly and offering pieces of advice.some people know just to hunt other.s mistakes.
believe.I feel fed up with such kind of people. we say in Arbic(the camel sees just the back of other camels.he laughs.what a strange back they have.
achafi.i said.(if your eyes see amistake.say oh my eye I have mistakes and people have eyes.

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thank you ZANAZ.now
I am amember in ENGLISHBABY

Salam Alaikum brother,
No need to thank me:) I am here to share my knoweldge with you. I am just a person who wants to see other Muslims gain the same knoweldge I gained in the last two years.

I must say that you need to be careful when you debate Islamic issues with non-Muslims cause they are really hard to treat and you need to be mindful of what you post cause a wrong word about Islam will cause confuse and doubts among non-muslim community as it may be taken by some others to slander Islam and show it exclusively as barbaric.
All the best to you.
If you need any help, do not hesitate to contact me.
May Allah bring you peace and happiness.

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this topic to see other.s faults and being blind with yours was my khutba last friday
I do absolutly agree with you that scab and abscess represent nothing when they are with us .but when we discover them with the others we raise our voices.criticise harshly and offering pieces of advice.some people know just to hunt other.s mistakes.
believe.I feel fed up with such kind of people. we say in Arbic(the camel sees just the back of other camels.he laughs.what a strange back they have.
achafi.i said.(if your eyes see amistake.say oh my eye I have mistakes and people have eyes.

You're doing well to get the morals of the stories I post and that's good enough for you.
It is easy to look around notice their mistakes, but it will be hard to notice your own mistakes and criticise it. It i said also It is useless to have a learning tongue but an ignorant heart.

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Being thankful

It is said that once Hasan al-Basri had a very sharp headache, so he tied a bandana over his head. Rabia Basri saw him and inquired the cause for the bandana, to which Hasan al-Basri told her of the headache.
Rabia Basri asked him if this headache is something he gets often. Hasan al-Basri replied that Allah has blessed him with good health and it is after many years that he had a headache this severe.
“Is it not strange that Allah gave you good health for years, and then when He afflicts you with some pain, you wear a banner on your head to advertise your pain?”
Hasan al-Basri says that after that day he never ever complained of any harship he faced.
I don’t know the authenticity, but I often marvel at the lesson. How thankful are we in the times of ease and how we complain in the times of difficulty? May Allah save us from hypocrisy.

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It i said also It is useless to have a learning tongue but an ignorant heart
zanaz thank you so much.
with you i feel i have got back many things i have lost before .really it is useless to have alearning tongue but an ignorant heart.
concerning your advice to deal with non-moslims in Englishbaby site.i will do it word by word.
you represent the best exemple for me in this board.

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It i said also It is useless to have a learning tongue but an ignorant heart
zanaz thank you so much.
with you i feel i have got back many things i have lost before .really it is useless to have alearning tongue but an ignorant heart.
concerning your advice to deal with non-moslims in Englishbaby site.i will do it word by word.
you represent the best exemple for me in this board.

Salam Alaikum,
Really there is no need to thank me. You are most welcome.
You should be aware that some non-muslim play low and they will try to always track you lower and lower. I have been insulted by some of them, but we who are teached by a great prophet will never allow ourselves to play as low as them.
Do not worry much if they accused you of being anti-semit or you closed-minded, as long as you are behaving as Allah said.

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Lesson for old age

To all, look with your eyes..but really look hard deep within your heart….. A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There,Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction,
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food when I grow up.”
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s Hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his Days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled,or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders and role models.
“Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference ” Take care of yourself, and those you love, …today, and everyday! That regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
That making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.”
That if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.
People will forget what you said … people will forget what you did… but people will never forget how you made them feel.

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being thankful is a must for everyone with God.it is narrated tow stories in the past.
the first story that one day afamous scholar saw a poor man very sad.wiped up of his life .the scholar asked him(why are you so sad?
it is the misery.i am very poor.i have nothing to feed myself and my family.the man replied.
are you ready to buy your eyes with thousand dinars?
are you ready to buy your tongue with the same price.
and hae asked him many questione and the answer was always (no .i can.t)
i see you you are very rich and you claim you are poor.
the man understood the lesson perfectly.
the second story it is said once upon time apoor man hated himself and his family.they always asking him food and he could.t bring them food.
one day and under the pression of anger found himself in the desert walking without knowing what to do .in the vast desert he saw a tent .he went to it .
he found an old blind sick poor man saying (alhamdou lillah ahamdolillah)repeating the same word offering thanks to God.
the man was surprised(for what reason he thanks God)he is old blind sick poor living lonely in this huge desert?
that man was realy a true believer and a wise man.
the blind man said.
am i muslim?
many people are disbelievers.
i have mind
many people are mad.
i have tongue
many people couldn.t talk.
so ahamdolillah ahamdolillah.
it was a great lesson for that man to go back to his family and to deal with life as a man.

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mr.Zanaz wher are your new stories?
you are doing good
please do not stop.

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mr.Zanaz wher are your new stories?
you are doing good
please do not stop.

Salam Alaikum brother,
I will never stop posting stories till I finish all of them:)
I will post a new one ASAP
May Allah bring you peace and happiness.

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A Robbers Advice

That is why the experience of Imam Ghazali (r.a.) is a valuable lesson.

Having completed his studies, Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was en route back home. On the way the caravan in which he was travelling was waylaid by robbers. Together with his co-travellers, Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was dispossessed of all his goods. Amongst his possessions were the carefully written notes of the lectures delivered by his ustads. These notes were also taken by the robbers. Imam Ghazali (r.a.) sought out the leader of the band of robbers and pleaded with him: “Your men have taken all my possessions except for the clothes I wear. You may keep the extra clothes and other valuables - I do not lament their loss. However, please ask your men to return the papers they have taken.”
The leader of the band of robbers was amazed at this unusual request. This young man was not worried about clothes and valuables, but he was asking for some pieces of paper to be returned!
Very curious, he asked: “What papers are these?”
Imam Ghazali (r.a.) explained: “I am a student returning home after completing my studies. When my teachers used to lecture, I used to make notes. These are those very pages of ‘ilm that I am requesting to be returned to me.”
The leader of the robbers said, “What you have just said fills me with great sorrow and regret. Young lad! Is your ‘ilm on pieces of paper when it should have been in your heart? Papers can get lost. Papers can be destroyed by fire, become parched by the sun, get eaten by moths, become damaged with damp, etc., etc. You are dependent on papers? It fills me with great pity. Your ‘ilm should be in your heart! Be that as it may, your papers will be returned.”
He summoned one of his men and ordered him, “Give back to this boy his papers.” The notes were retrieved and returned to Imam Ghazali (r.a.).
Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was of noble character. He was, moreover, a dedicated student. The words of the gang-leader were like a knife piercing his heart. On reaching home, he lost no time in memorising all his notes!

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some times we may get wisdom from analphabits.because wisdom is result of long experiences.
since you mention robbers i remember two important stories
it is said that the scholar abderlkader aljilani was a child among a caraventhat was attacked by robbers.
the robbers asked him(do you have money?
yes .he answered
how much?they asked
forty dinars.he answerd the robbers get astonished why did you tell us the truth?they asked.
because my mother advised me not to tell lies
the headmaster said to himself(this is a child felow s his mother.s orders and i am a man disobey my God.s orders)so he blamed himself then he decided to stop robbery and repenting to God.the same thing did his fellowers.
it was a great lesson from innocent child
also .it is said ther was a caraven attacked by robbers.the robbers took all caraven supplies.among these supplies ther was food.the robbers started eating . they asked their chief to eat .he said(i am fasting)one of the caraven said(you are head of robbers and you are fasting how that
the head said (i let always a link between me and my God i may repent at any time
after a long time that man of the caraven met this head in Macca performing his peligrimage(i have told you that link made me going back to Him)the head robbers said.

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some times we may get wisdom from analphabits.because wisdom is result of long experiences.
since you mention robbers i remember two important stories
it is said that the scholar abderlkader aljilani was a child among a caraventhat was attacked by robbers.
the robbers asked him(do you have money?
yes .he answered
how much?they asked
forty dinars.he answerd the robbers get astonished why did you tell us the truth?they asked.
because my mother advised me not to tell lies
the headmaster said to himself(this is a child felow s his mother.s orders and i am a man disobey my God.s orders)so he blamed himself then he decided to stop robbery and repenting to God.the same thing did his fellowers.
it was a great lesson from innocent child
also .it is said ther was a caraven attacked by robbers.the robbers took all caraven supplies.among these supplies ther was food.the robbers started eating . they asked their chief to eat .he said(i am fasting)one of the caraven said(you are head of robbers and you are fasting how that
the head said (i let always a link between me and my God i may repent at any time
after a long time that man of the caraven met this head in Macca performing his peligrimage(i have told you that link made me going back to Him)the head robbers said.

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Salam Alaikum brother,
Thanks for sharing other stories:)

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Don’t judge too quickly

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Lessons:
- Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
- Don’t judge life by one difficult season.
- Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

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Put the Glass Down

A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, ‘How much do you think this glass weighs?’
‘50 gms!’ …. ‘100 gms!’ …… ‘125 gms’ …… the students answered.
‘I really don’t know unless I weigh it,’ said the professor, ‘but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?’
‘Nothing’ the students said.
‘Ok! What would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the professor asked.
‘Your arm would begin to ache’, said one of the students.
‘You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?’
‘Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress and paralysis and have to go to hospital for sure!’ ventured another student; and all the students laughed.
‘Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?’ asked the professor.
‘No’
‘Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle stress?’ The students were puzzled.
‘Put the glass down!’ said one of the students.
‘Exactly!’ said the professor. ‘Life’s problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head and they seem okay. Think of them for a long time and they begin to ache. Hold it even longer and they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything’.
‘It’s important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to have trust in Allah (swt) and to ‘put them down’ at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!’
So, as it becomes time for you to leave office today, Remember friend to ‘PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY’ and have tranquility by putting trust in Almighty Allah (swt).
Holy Quran: “He it is who sent down tranquility into the hearts of the believers that they might have more faith added to their faith”. (48:4) Tranquility is sign of strong faith while worries and stress is sign of weak faith.
Tell to your mind every day before you go to sleep:

“O soul that is at rest satisfied. Return to your Lord well-pleased (with Him), well-pleasing (Him). So, enter among My servants, and enter into my Paradise”.

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A Cup of Water

A famous sufi Sheikh once visited the Caliph Harun al-Rashid, and when he entered his presence the caliph asked him if he wanted anything. The Sheikh said that he only desired a simple cup of water.

When the cup of water was given to the sheikh he asked the Caliph, “what would you give if no water was available to you and you are forced to trade for this one cup of water?”

Harun al-Rashid replied, “I most certainly would give at the very least half of my kingdom”

The Sheikh then said, “and what would you give if you were not able to release the waste of that water from your body unless you traded something for it?”

The Caliph said, “I would certainly give the other half of my kingdom”

The Sheikh smiled and told the Caliph, “It is God that controls both these things, so what is the worth of all your kingdom if it can be so easily traded for a simple cup of water”.

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mr.Zanaz
God bless you
i expect very hopeful future for you because you work hard
your stories mean many things for me
don.t judge for the first sight
hte upheaval of life obstacles is often imbearable you must put it aside.
the whole life means nothing if we compre it with the least blessing of God.

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mr.Zanaz
God bless you
i expect very hopeful future for you because you work hard
your stories mean many things for me
don.t judge for the first sight
hte upheaval of life obstacles is often imbearable you must put it aside.
the whole life means nothing if we compre it with the least blessing of God.

Allah bless you too, brother:)
Let us see the other side of the coin. The other side says that you're a good, kind-hearted and friendly person.
May Allah brng you peace and happiness.
I'll post a story a soon as possible.
Peace :)

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The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “People I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory could not match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.”
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.”
Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, ashamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of wasted time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!”
In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.
The title bore “Time I Have Spent in Learning About Allah and His Tawheed”. The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. The cards in it were so few, so inadequate, that I could count them on just one hand! And the amount of time I had spent in learning about Allah, in understanding His Tawheed, in studying the correct Islamic Aqeedah - the time I had spent on all this was so tiny, so miniscule and irrelevant that I was embarrassed beyond words . . .
It was then that the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the over-whelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room.
I must lock it up and hide the key.

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i did not understand certain words but i think i ave understood the subject
the room is your and my life.
cards are our actions good or bad
the third elements is your and my attitude towards these actions.
mr Zanaz do you really have this room with such cards.
i know you said a the beginning it is between wakefulness and dreams but some people do.
mr Zanaz as you have said in drops of wisdoms our life is between hope and fear.
when we look at some cards we feel afraid
when we see the opposit side we feel happy.
or the subject about something totally different.

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i did not understand certain words but i think i ave understood the subject
the room is your and my life.
cards are our actions good or bad
the third elements is your and my attitude towards these actions.
mr Zanaz do you really have this room with such cards.
i know you said a the beginning it is between wakefulness and dreams but some people do.
mr Zanaz as you have said in drops of wisdoms our life is between hope and fear.
when we look at some cards we feel afraid
when we see the opposit side we feel happy.
or the subject about something totally different.

Salam Alaikum brother,
Which words you did not understand? You can use wordrefrence.com to explain any difficult word. Its explanation is lucid and I have been using it for months.
This story talks about our deeds that are written down by angels wether they are bad or good. How desperatly I tried to empty the file of "Lustful Thoughts'' but all my efforts came into vain. This surely reminds us of the day of Judgement and when we will recieve our books that are filled by everything we done in this life not escaping the smallest details.
Then I read the file of "Time I Have Spent in Learning About Allah and His Tawheed" finding out how bright was this file, brighter than other files but its sieze was small, its pages I can count them on just one head. It is the time I spent learning about Allah, my religion, aqeedah, my prophet....ect. This story drives your attention to the reason of our existence in this world, so we should focus on our journey and prepare whatever it takes to get safe to the other side.
Is the moral of the story clear now?
Our life should be between hope and fear, this is true. It is also about the meaning of " Fear of Allah"; as I exaplined it before on Ebaby: fear of Allah rips away desires and muddens luxuries so that cherished sins become reprehensible, just as a honey lover is repelled by it when he learns that it has poison in it. This is how fear burns desires; disciplines the organs; subordinates the heart and gives it tranquility. It also enables the heart to rid itself of pride, hatred, and envy; and it leaves it absorbed in it (fear). Hence, the heart becomes preoccupied with its own worries and looks towards its best interest in the long run. It is then engaged in only matters like meditation, self-analysis and struggle. It cherishes its time and moments.
The heart in its journey towards Allah, subhanahu wa ta'ala, is like a bird whose head is love, and hope and fear are its two wings. When the head and the two wings are sound and healthy the flight of the bird is good, but when the head is cut off, it immediately dies, and when either or both wings are deficient, the bird cannot properly fly and may become victim of any hunter or snare. The righteous predecessors preferred to strengthen the wing of fear during good times when heedlessness is feared, and to strengthen the wing of hope at times of calamity and when near death.

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the moral of the story is very clear now mr Zanaz.
our heart like the bird lives between fear and hope .with thee two wings we can fly
i believe i can fly
it is a title of an old song God bles you mr Zanaz.

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the moral of the story is very clear now mr Zanaz.
our heart like the bird lives between fear and hope .with thee two wings we can fly
i believe i can fly
it is a title of an old song God bles you mr Zanaz.

Salam Alaikum brother, It has been a while:) I hope you are doing well.

May Allah bless you, too.

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The Illusion of Reflection

Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it. Some said a bird might have stolen it. The king then asked them all to search for it and put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found it.
One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial area. This river was completely polluted, filthy and smelly. As he was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in the filthy, dirty river and grabbed at the necklace, but some how missed it and didn’t catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.
Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This time he was determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he could not get the necklace that would get him $50,000.
Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what was the matter. The clerk didn’t want to share the secret with the saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried to catch it, but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

that is our story with the whole life
that is our sufference with our dreams
Abo hamed alghazali (rahemehou allah) discribed our trouble with life like this clerk with the necklace
he said.
whan the child born he still suffer until he can walk.then the child hopes always to grow up quickly.when he becomes an adult he wants to be a strong young to challenge his collegues.whan he becomes astrong young.he lloks after girls.then he looks for marriage
after that he waits his children to spend the rest of his life to feed them. to protect them.
then suddenly he finds himself getting old.he hopes to be a young again
but that is impossible
looking after necklace is looking after life
looking for money
looking for so many ambitions.
at the end
it is just an illusion.
mr.Zanaz
we ask God hopeful future for you.
please.ask GOD in Tarawih to realise my dreams.

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that is our story with the whole life
that is our sufference with our dreams
Abo hamed alghazali (rahemehou allah) discribed our trouble with life like this clerk with the necklace
he said.
whan the child born he still suffer until he can walk.then the child hopes always to grow up quickly.when he becomes an adult he wants to be a strong young to challenge his collegues.whan he becomes astrong young.he lloks after girls.then he looks for marriage
after that he waits his children to spend the rest of his life to feed them. to protect them.
then suddenly he finds himself getting old.he hopes to be a young again
but that is impossible
looking after necklace is looking after life
looking for money
looking for so many ambitions.
at the end
it is just an illusion.
mr.Zanaz
we ask God hopeful future for you.
please.ask GOD in Tarawih to realise my dreams.

Salam Alaikum,
InshaAllah you are doing well:)
I much agree with your words. It seems you are a fan of Elghazali's writings:)
May Allah make your dreams come true.
I will make dua for you inshaAllah.
Peace.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

both of Alghazali the old and the new
i love their writings very strongly
they have a great impact on my way of thinking.

[algerian lover]

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[أبوصلاح الدين]

where are you mr.Zanaz
we miss you
a member very important like you musn.t be absent
we hope to see you soon.

[Unfaithful]

You're so right Mr. Salah, we really do miss you my brother.
The english board is dead without you, so please come back.tears
I hope you're doing wellicon30

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Salam Alaikum
I will be updating my threads as soon as possible

[Redeem]

where are you mr.Zanaz
we miss you
a member very important like you musn.t be absent
we hope to see you soon.

Salam Alaikum brother,

I do hope you are doing well in your life:). I am sorry for being absent due to my hectic life.
May Allah bring you peace and happiness:)

[Redeem]

You're so right Mr. Salah, we really do miss you my brother.
The english board is dead without you, so please come back.tears
I hope you're doing wellicon30




Salam Alaikum sister,

I am doing well, thanks for asking:) I hope you as well:)
May Allah bring you peace and happiness.

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Don’t judge too quickly

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Lessons:
- Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
- Don’t judge life by one difficult season.
- Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

i am so glad to see you again here
i hope not to be absent any more
don.t judge a tree by one season
don.t judge a person by one reason
it is too easy to get angry quickly and judges the others while the wisdome voice and logic power insist not to judge untile you get the image in its perfect form.

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i am so glad to see you again here
i hope not to be absent any more
don.t judge a tree by one season
don.t judge a person by one reason
it is too easy to get angry quickly and judges the others while the wisdome voice and logic power insist not to judge untile you get the image in its perfect form.

I am gad to see you,too:)
It is getting hard to check or update my threads on Echorouk forums as work starts to take all of my time:(
It is nice to see you again:)
May Allah protects you wherever you go.

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The Tongue

Luqman, who was a wise man, served an officer when he was a young boy.
One day, his master said: “Slaughter one of the sheep and roast the best part of its meat for me.”
Luqman obeyed his order and roasted the tongue of the sheep for his master.
The next day, the master called Luqman and said: “Roast the worst part of a sheep today.”
Luqman again roasted the tongue of the sheep for his master.
When the officer sat down to eat, he was startled to see the roasted tongue again. He felt curious and wanted to know the reason.
Luqman said: “If a tongue is truthful and honest, then it is the best part of the body. but when a tongue tells lies and utters dishonest words, then it is the worst part of the body.”

[asma cherif]

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[houda sedrata]

thank i like ur stories

[BOND]

Thank you beautiful thing

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Asma, Houda and Bond....You're welcome:)

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The Story of an African King and His Friend

A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend that he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, “This is good, Allah Almighty knows best”
One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the King. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the King fired it and his thumb was blown off.
Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good! Allah Almighty knows best.”
To which the King replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and ordered his soldiers to put his friend into jail.
About a year later, the King was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured the King and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.
As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the King was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So after untying the King, they chased him out of the village.
When the King reached his Palace, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.
“You were right” the King said, “It was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”
“No,” his friend replied, “this is good…Allah Almighty knows best”
“What do you mean, ‘this is good’! How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?”
The King’s friend replied: “Remember that the Almighty knows best and if I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you on that hunting trip.”
“He knows what is before them and what is behind them: And to Allah go back all questions (for decision)”
Qur’an: Surah Al Hajj 22:76
Do Not Judge Things or Events by its Immediate Outcome!
Although the decisions of Allah Ta’alah may seem harsh to us, they are full of wisdom

[MedBelkhier]

مشكوووووووووووووووووووووووووووووووووووووور.

[MedBelkhier]

بارك الله فيك.

[MedBelkhier]

موفق بإذن الله.

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Gifts of memory


Once, there lived a young man. He was very dear to his sister and to his Mother.
He had the blessing of both his Mother and sister being wonderful cooks; which was fortunate, for he loved their wonderful dishes. This family greatly enjoyed giving gifts to one another, especially at birthdays. They had quite perfected the art of it, giving gifts that neither would have purchased for themselves, but that were always just what the other wanted. A beautiful painting for the sister who loved art, a crisp white tunic for the mother who loved simplicity, a deposit on a wonderful apartment for the maturing young man. But, as always happens, Allah turns the tide and the once robust finances of the small family became very meager. Well, the young man’s birthday was fast approaching and the Mother and sister thought about what they could purchase for him. “I have too little to purchase something on my own” said the Mother.” “…..the same with me” said the sister.
They looked at one another quickly, both bestowed with the same idea. “If we put our monies together……..” they said. But still it was not much. “What can we buy…..” the sister wondered allowed. But the Mother went in another direction “…….no daughter, what can we make!” You see, almost every day the young man visited either his Mother or his sister and ate dinner with them before going home to his appartment. It was too much bother after he returned home from work to even think about cooking, and when he did try, it never turned out like his families’ delicious food anyway! The mother was elated. “We, InshAllah, shall make all his favorite dishes” the Mother said.” “…and stash them in his fridge using our spare apartment key” added the sister.
They prepared herb crusted chicken and lemon baked fish, honeyed carrots and buttery squashes, steamed snap beans, cheesy macaroni and homemade whole wheat rolls and more. When his mother and sister simply called to wish him “Happy Birthday” the young man was sadened. “Is that all there will be..” he asked.
Yet quickly felt ashamed as he knew both their finances were tight. He left for work, yet while there, his family was busy at his home, loading the food in his fridge. And as a last touch, the sister who loved art made colorful signs so the young man would know what was in each well-wrapped dish.
The young man’s work day had been hard indeed, and he was exhausted, too exhaused to even visit his Mother’s or sister’s to eat. He went straight home, prayed and after having a nap, realized just HOW hungry he was. “There is nothing in my fridge except baking soda and water…..” he muttered to himself.” “Why I am even bothering I donot know….” Then he opened the fridge and was verwhelmed by what he saw. He opened one dish after another, unable to beleive his good fortune. He prepared himself a plate and dined like a king.
“Surely, this is the best present I have ever received from my family…….”
And when next he saw them, he told them so. He anticipated the end of his work day, knowing that at home he had the most delicious foods already prepared for him, with such skill and love. With this true story, please know that the best gifts are the most memorable becuase they consist of simple, but honest means and hearts overflowing with love.

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A Pond 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.”

Dear friends, 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.

[power on]

great job thanks

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Be careful of whom you associate with.


A scorpion, being a very poor swimmer, asked a turtle to carry Him on his back across a river. “Are you crazy?” exclaimed the Turtle.

“You’ll sting me while I’m swimming and I’ll drown.” “My dear turtle,” laughed the scorpion, “if I were to sting you, You would drown and I would go down with you. Now where is the logic in that?”

“You’re right!” cried the turtle. “Hop on!” The scorpion Climbed aboard and halfway across the river gave the turtle a Mighty sting. As they both sank to the bottom, the turtle resignedly said: “Do you mind if I ask you something? You said there’d be no Logic in your stinging me. Then why did you do it?” “It has nothing to do with logic,” the drowning scorpion sadly replied. “It’s just my character.”

Be careful of whom you associate with.

[sheriffmc]

100 xD

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Choose Your Words Well

A woman one day said something that hurt her best friend. She regretted it immediately, and would have done anything to have taken the words back. But they were said, impulsively, in a moment of thoughtlessness, and as close as she and her friend were, she didn’t consider the effects of her words before hand.

In her effort to undo what she had done, she went to an older, wiser woman in the village. Explaining her situation, and asked for advice. The older woman listened patiently in an effort to determine just how sincere the younger woman was, how far she was willing to go to correct the situation.

The wise women said, “There are two things needed to do to make amends. The first of the two is extremely difficult. Tonight, take your best feather pillows, and open a small hole in each one. Then, before the sun rises, you must put a single feather on the doorstep of each house in town. When you are through, come back to me. If you’ve done the first thing completely, I’ll tell you the second.”

The young woman hurried home to prepare for her chore. All night long she laboured alone in the cold. She went from doorstep to doorstep, taking care not to overlook a single house. Her fingers were frozen, the wind was so sharp it caused her eyes to water, but she ran on, through the darkened streets, thankful there was something she could do to put things back the way they once were.

Just as the sun rose, she returned to the older woman. She was exhausted, but relieved that her efforts would be rewarded. “My pillows are empty. I placed a feather on the doorstep of each home.”

Now, said the wise woman, “Go back and refill your pillows. Then everything will be as it was before.”

The young woman was stunned. “You know that’s impossible! The wind blew away each feather as fast as I placed them on the doorsteps! You didn’t say I had to get them back! If this is the second requirement, then things will never be the same.”

“That’s true”, said the older woman.

“Never forget. Each of your words is like a feather in the wind. Once spoken, no amount of effort, regardless how heartfelt or sincere, can ever return them to your mouth. Choose your words well, and guard them most of all in the presence of those you love.”

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Facing Life Without Bitterness

One day a curious young woman set out to understand life. It seemed like a huge thing to comprehend, but she was determined to look at each part that came in front of her, holding and examining each piece in the same way that a geologist ponders over rocks and stones and derives great wealth from what others see as meaningless objects.

She asked a friend, “How would you describe yourself?” The previously smiling, animated face became dark and a cloud of anguish took over the once pretty features.

“I’m a person who has suffered greatly,” she murmured. Her words came out something like a moan. “Life is so unfair,” she continued, “I see myself in every person’s tear, cry, and scream for mercy.”

The young woman sat mesmerized by her friend’s words. “I’m so sorry,” she replied, with great feeling. “I always thought you were a happy person. I’m really quite amazed.”

Her friend laughed, a wild sarcastic outburst, and said, “I keep it all inside. Here!” she said as she thumped her chest. “No one understands. No one can comprehend how I feel,” she said in anguish.

“That’s true,” responded the young woman quietly, “No one can feel another’s pain.” She patted her friend lightly on her hand and got up to leave.

“Are you just going to leave me here?” her friend asked in anguish.

“I cannot help you, though I wish I could,” answered the young woman.

“But I told you how I feel because I thought you would understand,” she cried with wild bright eyes.

“I do understand, but I cannot help you my dear friend because I cannot live your life for you.”

“Can’t you speak to me then?”

“Yes, I can speak but you are the one who must act.”

“Tell me! I’ll obey! How can I get rid of these pains I feel inside?”

The young woman knew this was the first main test of her life. She drew up her courage and every scrap of wisdom she could find and looked her friend directly in the eyes. “First, my friend, I discovered that you live your life behind a façade.”

“What do you mean?”

“You show yourself to the world that you are happy and carefree, yet inside you harbor pain and hurt.”

“What should I do? Be miserable everyday?”

“No, my friend. Look at your past straight in the eyes and resolve it. Say goodbye to it, turn and move forward. Leave the past where it belongs — in the past. And don’t carry it with you to burden your present.”

“I don’t like my life!” said the frantic woman.

“That’s because you haven’t given yourself time to know yourself and where you’re heading in your life. You have chosen to define yourself by pain. You have chosen to be a victim.”

“Chosen to be a victim? I’m outraged!”

“Who hurt you?”

“I was hurt by someone I loved dearly.”

“What happened to that person?”

“That person has since suffered greatly.”

“Life catches up with many of us.”

“The pain still lies in here and I feel so angry.”

“You are choosing to be so.”

“I can’t accept your words! I wish I could be free of it.”

“Then you must do one of two things, either forgive or leave that person to Allah and pray for justice.”

“I cannot forgive.”

“It would be better and a higher level of piety.”

“I cannot.”

“Then you must leave that person to Allah and move forward.”

“What do you mean by ‘move forward’?”

“I mean live your life in the present, not in the past. No one can bring the past back to life. And do not live in dreams for the future because all we have is now. You are what you are now.”

“Surely it’s not that easy. My life is a whole bunch of twisted, turning, interwoven patterns of trouble, tests, and trials.”

“Don’t forget the love that urged you forward to take the twists and turns.”

“Yes, there was love too.”

“Everything in your life — both good and bad — combines together to make you who you are. Why do you curse the things that enable you to be you? You are the one who makes the choices that take you through the journey of life!”

“I didn’t choose to be hurt!”

“But you are choosing how you will react, and therein lies your power to change for the better or the worse.”

“How can I escape from years in one single day?”

“Every day we have a clean page. It’s up to us what we write on that page.”

“I don’t have control over everything.”

“You have control over how you act towards life’s events. Your reactions steer your life.”

“What about forgiveness?”

“Yes, forgiveness is the highest and most noble of virtues. When you are hurt by careless words, say, ‘For all the times I’ve spoken thoughtlessly, I forgive you.’ If someone oppresses you, say, ‘For all the times I’ve misused my power, I forgive you.’ If someone cheats you and betrays you, say, ‘For every time I’ve been a fool, I forgive you.’ Then the One who is the source and owner of love, forgiveness, and mercy will take you close to Him and your heart will be free.”
By Selma Cook (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selma_Cook)

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True worth of a person:

Hodja had gatecrashed a rich man’s party. As he was attired in a disheveled clothes, the waiters took him to the servants’ corner and served scraps reserved for servants.
The next week, the rich man held a party once again and Hodja gatecrashed the second time around, but now he was attired in his very best outfit. Mistaking him for a courtier, the waiters seated him next to the host. He was served the best mutton and chicken dishes with a couple of desserts. Hodja had just a couple of bites of bread and then began stuffing all the rich food inside his sleeves.
His host was taken aback and asked: “My good man, why are you stuffing all the food in your clothes?”
Smiling, Hodja replied: “I’m feeding this rich food to my clothes, since they deserve this more than I do. My worth was already established last week.”

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Benefits of Struggling



A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly.

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Be Careful of What You Say


A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit
When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead
The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their migh
The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead
Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died
The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die
He jumped even harder and finally made it out
When he got out, the other frogs said, “Did you not hear us?” The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time
This story teaches two lessons
There is power of life and death in the tongue
An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day
A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them
So, be careful of what you say:)

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The Needy One

Shaykh Sa’eed ibn Musfir tells the following account…..

I was walking out of the Haram (the Ka’bah in Makkah) when I saw a man begging from everyone that passed by him.
Just then a man who had parked his tinted Mercedes excessively close to the Haram in a designated VIP parking walked passed the beggar on his way to his car. As he pulled the keys out and the alarm did the ‘whup whup’, the beggar raised his finger to the sky and said, “Please, for the sake of Allah!”
Trying to end the moment and avoid a dip into the pocket, the Mercedes man said back, “Allah will provide!” The beggar said back, “What! Did you at any moment think that I thought YOU were my provider! I’m not asking for your provision, I KNOW Allah will provide for me.”
Shaykh Misfir continues.The two stood there staring at one another for a moment and then the Mercedes tinted windows came up and the man drove away.
A needy African sister who was sitting nearby on the street selling textiles was moved by the incident. She did not have much, but from what she did have,she pulled out 1 riyal and placed it in the hands of that beggar. He smiled and went on his way.
Meanwhile the Mercedes man could not drive on with the choke of guilt. He turned the car around and made his way through the crowd to the place where the incident had happened.
Shaykh Misfir says…I saw with my own eyes as he pulled out a 10 riyal bill from his briefcase to give to the beggar. But he looked left and right and could not find him.
What was he to do? He had already pulled out the bill to give for the sake of Allah and was not going to put it back. So he found the nearest person he thought was worthy of the bill, placed it in her lap and went on his way.
The 10 riyals sat in the lap of the sister that had given the beggar!
Abu Hurairah (RA) reported that Rasoolullah (SAWS) has said that Allah’s injunction is: “O my servants! Spend and you will be given.” [Bukhari, Muslim]
Abdullah bin Abbas (RA) reported that Rasoolullah (SAWS) has said that “Charity does not diminish wealth”. [Tibrani]

[أبوصلاح الدين]

thank you mr.Redeem
you are always activ and dynamic
we hope more for you
it is better to enumerate these useful stories

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A King With Four Wives

Once upon a time…

there was a rich King who had 4 wives.

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

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.

The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.


One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short.

He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, "I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the 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.

Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

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

"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!"

His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. 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."

Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated.

Then a voice called out:

"I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, she suffered from malnutrition.

Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"

In Truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives …

Our 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, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul,

often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.

[أبوصلاح الدين]

God bless you my brother
since a long time we didn.t visit this wenderful.useful thread
always we get benifits from your important stories
we look for mor
and surely you are so generouse
we hope please if you can to put all these stories in one file for loading or making copies
thank you sinceeeeeeeeeeeeeeely my brother

[Redeem]

May Allah bless you too, brother


As you wish, I'll put all the stories in one file so you can download it as soon as possible inshaa Allah

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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."

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God bless you my brother
since a long time we didn.t visit this wenderful.useful thread
always we get benifits from your important stories
we look for mor
and surely you are so generouse
we hope please if you can to put all these stories in one file for loading or making copies
thank you sinceeeeeeeeeeeeeeely my brother


Here's the file:

http://www.mediafire.com/?d5g4zxku1ur3vui

[أبوصلاح الدين]

My brother Redeem
We still wait you with your new stories
As a matter of fact
There is a plenty of stories but it is a question of time and priorities
I hope to participate in the next few times in this useful thread
Frankly .many occupations and no enough time
But hopefully God bless us all

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My brother Redeem
We still wait you with your new stories
As a matter of fact
There is a plenty of stories but it is a question of time and priorities
I hope to participate in the next few times in this useful thread
Frankly .many occupations and no enough time
But hopefully God bless us all


Salam Alaikum

Life is hectic, isn't it??? May Allah brings you peace and happiness

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Giant Ship Engine that Failed


The following is an incident about an engine failure in a giant ship. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.

Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.

"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"

So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

:The man sent a bill that read

Tapping with a hammer $ 2.00
Knowing where to tap $ 9998.00

Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference. Knowledge in Islam is highly valued. Knowledge will benefit us in this world and in the hereafter

[أبوصلاح الدين]

Thank you my brother Redeem
Always we get great benefits from your wonderful threads.
Your last story is very very useful, the most important is not what to know or how much informations you have, but it is to know how practically and effectively you use what you know,
Some times we get a lot of informations about something , but how to deal with it practically we find ourselves as if we know nothing.
We ask God to grant us the right comprehension and the useful knowledge.

[Redeem]

I couldn't say it much better, Abu Salah


I really do not know why they banned you, but wherever you are, I hope you're doing well