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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 |
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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:) |
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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. |
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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. |
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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.” |
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thank i like ur stories
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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] |
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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. |
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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 |
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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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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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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 |
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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. |
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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 |
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