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 A lovely story with an Islamic theme
Every Friday afternoon, after the Jummah prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.
This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, '
OK, dad, I'm ready!'His dad asked, 'Ready for what?' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.
'Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring with rain.'The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?
'Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful okay son.''
Thanks, Dad!'And with that, he was off and out into the rain.
This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET.
He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were now totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell.
He rang the bell, but nobody answered..He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.
She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'
With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'
With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
The following week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he always did in this westn city, he concluded the lecture, he asked,
'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?
'Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker. 'No one in this gathering knew her.
She started to speak..."I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and never thought I could ever be.
My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, I was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home..
I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me.
I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.'
SubhanAllah!!!
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