Let’s share some true love/life/live/sad/funny Stories                                        

                               True story

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.
She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her.
She told her boyfriend, ‘If I could only see the world, I will marry you.’

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

He asked her, ‘Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?’
The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn’t expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.

Her boyfriend left her in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying:
‘Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine=(

 


Comments


drunk
drunk 7 years ago

oh oh wowwwww wowwwwwww
this selfish selfish selfish this selfish person
i am soooooooo angryy at this story subhanAllah

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

its a really sad love story…when my sister told me this story i just couldn’t stop crying for days =( 

Merjan
Merjan 7 years ago

omg what a story

lovelymariam
lovelymariam 7 years ago

I dont know if its a true story but it is an amazingly great love story that is just right from the heart from the boys side ;)

Megina
Megina 7 years ago

I really felt sad for the boy,Its a very touching story, i cant stop my tears:(

thanks for sharing Sabrina Jan 

Sheherazade
Sheherazade 7 years ago

it reminds me at that :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeUIA0uueqs it s so sad

afghanxm
afghanxm 7 years ago

nice story and i like it

QandDukhtarak
QandDukhtarak 7 years ago

Thats just sad and touching,I wanted to cry…I feel sorry for the boy:(

how the human brain often works when our
status changes. Only a very few remember
what life was like before, and who was
always by their side in the most painful
situations

Life Is a
Gift

Today
before you say an unkind word – Think of
someone who can’t speak.

Before
you complain about the taste of your food – Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before

you complain about your husband or wife – Think of someone who’s crying out to GOD for
a companion.
Today
before you complain about life – Think of
someone who went too early to heaven.
Before

whining about the distance you drive Think of
someone who walks the same distance with
their feet.
And when

you are tired and complain about your job – Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job..
And when

depressing thoughts seem to get you down – Put a smile on your face and think: you’re
alive and still around

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

definitely right!We Should Always Feel Grateful For Life’s Little Blessings….
                                           ** sad love story **
Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn’t seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let’s go their own ways there and then… heartbroken, the guy agreed.

When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company…

“You never fail until you stop trying.” he always told himself. “I must make it in life!”
One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn’t take him long to realise those were his ex-girlfriend’s parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn’t the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!

Before the guy can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary,and he got out of his car and followed them…and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone… and he saw his precious papercranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle … therefore she had chosen to leave him.

She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept

QandDukhtarak
QandDukhtarak 7 years ago

this story was really sad, i never notice how selfless girls can be!!!!!!!the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can’t have them and will never see them again…By unknown!

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

romantic and sad love story

Red roses were her favorites; her name was also Rose,

And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows.
The year he died the roses were delivered to her door,
The card said “Be My Valentine” like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year than last year on this day,
My love for you will always grow with every passing year,”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day,
Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early way before the time,
Then if he got too busy everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase,
Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours in her husband’s favorite chair,
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.

A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate,
With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then the very hour as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock,
Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,”
The owner said, “I knew you’d call and you would want to know.”
“The flowers you received today were paid for in advance,
Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance.”

“There is a standing order that I have on file down here,
And he has paid well in advance you’ll get them every year.”
“There also is another thing that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card he did this years ago.”

“Then should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard,
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note,
Then as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote.
Hello my love I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real,
For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life,
I loved you more than words can say you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover you fulfilled my every need,
I know it’s only been a year but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears,
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses think of all the happiness,
That we had together and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will,
But my love you must go on you have some living still.

Please try to find happiness while living out your days,
I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day in case you have gone out,
But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are together once again.

QandDukhtarak
QandDukhtarak 7 years ago

awww such romantic & sad story thanks for sharing qandolak19 Jan

have you read the book/seen the Movie “a walk to remember”?  

Tarin
Tarin 7 years ago

Story of a son and his Mother please Read it!!!

مادر من فقط یك چشم داشت. من از او متنفر بودم ... او همیشه مایۀ خجالت من بود
او برای امرار معاش خانواده برای معلم ها و شاگرد های مکتب غذا می پُخت
یك روز به دروازۀ مکتبم آمد، تا احوال مرا گرفته و با خود به خانه ببرد
خیلی خجالت كشیدم. مگر او چطور توانست این كار را بامن بكند؟ هیچ به روی خود نیاوردم، فقط با تنفر به چهره اش نگاه كردم وفوراً از آنجا دورشدم
روز بعد یكی از صنفی های من مرا مسخره كرد وگفت
:
اوهوووو .. مادر تو یك چشمه اس
همان زمان دلم میخواست یك طوری خود را گم و گور كنم. كاش زمین دهن باز میكرد و مرا می بلعید...
كاش مادرم یک شکلی گم و گور میشد...
روز بعد برایش گفتم اگه واقعاً میخواهی مرا شاد و خوشحال كنی چرا نمی میری؟
او هیچ جوابی نداد....
حتی یك لحظه هم راجع به حرفی كه زدم فكر نكردم، چون خیلی عصبانی بودم.
احساسات او برای من هیچ اهمیتی نداشت
دلم میخواست از آن خانه بروم و دیگر هیچ كاری با او نداشته باشم
سخت درس خواندم و مؤفق شدم برای ادامۀ تحصیل به سنگاپور بروم
آنجا ازدواج كردم، برای خود خانه خریدم، زن و فرزند، موتر و زنده گی...
از زنده گی، اولاد ها و آسایشی كه داشتم خوشحال بودم
 تا اینكه یک روز مادرم به دیدن من به خانۀ ام آمد
او سالها مرا ندیده بود و همینطور نواسه هایش را
وقتی دم دروازه ایستاد، اطفال به او خندیدند و من بالایش فریاد كشیدم كه چرا خودش را دعوت كرده كه اینجا بیاید، آنهم بی خبر
سرش داد زدم: “چطور جرات كردی به خانۀ من بیایی و اطفال را بترسانی؟!”
گم شو از اینجا! همین حالا!
او به آرامی جواب داد : “خیلی معذرت میخواهم مثل اینكه آدرس را اشتباه آمده ام” و بعد فوراً رفت واز نظر ناپدید شد
یك روز برایم در سنگاپور یك دعوتنامه آمد تا در جشن تجدید دیدار شاگردان مکتب شركت کنم
ولی من به همسرم به دروغ گفتم كه به یك سفر كاری میروم.
 بعد از مراسم، رفتم به آن كلبۀ قدیمی ما؛ البته فقط از روی كنجكاوی.
همسایه ها گفتند كه او مُرده
ولی من حتی یك قطره اشك هم نریختم
آنها یك نامه به من دادند كه او از آنها خواسته بود كه به من بدهند:
“ای عزیزترین پسر من، من همیشه به فكر تو بوده ام، مرا ببخش كه به خانه ات به سنگاپور آمدم  و کودکانت را ترساندم،
خیلی خوشحال شدم وقتی شنیدم اینجا می آیی
ولی من ممكن كه نتوانم از جایم بلند شوم كه بیایم تو را ببینم
وقتی تو بزرگ میشدی از اینكه دائم باعث خجالت توشدم خیلی متاسفم
آیا میدانی ... وقتی تو خیلی كوچك بودی در اثر یک تصادف یك چشمت را ازدست دادی
به عنوان یك مادر نمی توانستم تحمل كنم و ببینم كه تو با یك چشم کلان میشی
بنابراین چشم خودم را به تو دادم
برای من افتخار بود كه پسرم میتوانست با آن چشم به جای من دنیای جدید را به طور كامل ببیند
با ابراز همۀ عشق و محبت من به تو،
مادرت”

Sheherazade
Sheherazade 7 years ago

@qandolak aww  wonderful story both of them 

 thx for sharing 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

I can’t read Farsi

Your Most welcome Qandol ;)

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

                                          with out an explanation

she stares into those big brown eyes that used to contain all the love in the world for her. she tries to press herself against his chest to hold him one last time but then he put his hands around her arms a pushed her away. she felt her heart shatter and all she wanted to do was burst out and cry, but she kept it together.“why, why dont you love me is it some one else? well is it? what did i do wrong?answer me?” all he could do was look down at the floor wishing that the earth would swallow him in one peace. he didnt answer her, every time she asked him a question he tried to hide his face. he was no longer in love with her and yes there was someone else. he felt that he owed her at least an explanation but he didnt want to hurt her more. it wasnt his fault his heart fell out of love,it had nothing to do with her it was him. he felt like he betrayed her. she wanted to know the truth, why he was leaving her but as many times as she asked he did not respond. he turned his back on her and walked away without looking back. she dropped to the ground and cried but the rain drops disguised her tears. she was left feeling empty and alone with out knowing what it was that she did so wrong.

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

let also have some Islamic Stories here ..

 

Eight Things to Learn:One time a scholar asked one of his students, “You have spent a long time with me, what have you learned?”He said I learned eight things: First, I looked to the creation. Everyone has a loved one. When he goes to the grave, he leaves his loved one. Therefore, I made my loved one my good deeds; that way, they will be with me in the grave. Second, I looked to the verse, “But as for him who feared to stand before his Lord and restrained his soul from lust,” therefore, I struggled against my desires so I could stay obeying Allah. Third, I saw that if anyone has something with him that is worth something, he will protect it. Then I thought about the verse,“That which you have is wasted away; and that which is with Allah remains,” therefore, everything worth something with me I devoted to Him so it would be with Him for me. Fourth, I saw the people seeking wealth, honor and positions and it was not worth anything to me. Then I thought about Allah’s words, “Lo, the noblest of you in the sight of Allah is the most aware of Allah, so I did my best to become aware of Allah in order to gain nobility in his sight. Fifth, I saw the people being jealous towards each other and I looked at the verse, “We have apportioned among them their livelihood in the life of the world”, so I left jealousy. Sixth, I saw the people having enmity and I thought about the verse, “Lo, the devil is an enemy for you, so take him as an enemy”, so I left enmity and I took the Satan as my only enemy. Seventh, I saw them debasing themselves in search of sustenance and I thought about the verse, “And there is not a beast in the earth but the sustenance thereof depends on Allah”, so I kept myself busy with my responsibilities toward Him and I left my property with Him. Eighth, I found them relying on their business, buildings and health and I thought about the verse, “And whosoever puts his trust in Allah, He will suffice him”, therefore, I put my trust only on Allah. 

 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

that’s useful!! thanks for sharing Romall

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

Glad you like it :

Hazrat Hassan Al-Basri (ra) Impresses An Unbelieving Neighbour

Hazrat Hasan al-Basri once fell sick. His neighbor, an unbeliever, came to pay him a visit. “O Imam,” he exclaimed, “I detect a bad smell.” The Imam told him it was caused by illness, but the neighbor insisted: “That is not the odor of sickness. It is a lavatory smell. For the love of Allah, tell me what it is!” He had not noticed that sewage was leaking from his house into that of the Imam.  When the neighbor pressed him, the Imam finally said: “For some months your drain has been seeping through to our side. I tried to fix it, but without success.” His neighbor asked why he had not told him before, but the venerable Imam said: “I might have offended you.”  The unbeliever was so impressed by this ethical refinement that he was ennobled with True Faith, for he recognized the Imam’s morality as a ray of Islam.  

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

Such a nice story! tanx 4 sharin’ you should share some more stories 

                                  A  True Friend

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”. “Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”. “Triple filter?”. “That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?” “No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and…”. “All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?” . “No, on the contrary…”. “So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?” “No, not really.” “Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?“ 

Lesson:
Well we can always participate in loose talks to curb our boredom. But when it comes to you friends its not worth it. Always avoid talking behind the back about your near and dear friends.

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, but is this heaven?”

“Yes, it is, sir,” the man answered.

“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.

“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open.

“I assume my friend can come in…” the man said, gesturing toward his dog.

But the reply was, “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the shade of a tree in a rickety old chair, reading a book. “Excuse me!” he called to the reader. “Do you have any water?”

“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there,” the man said, pointing to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

“How about my friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.

“He’s welcome too, and there’s a bowl by the pump,” he said. They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a dipper hanging on it and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a long drink himself.

When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, “What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.

“This is heaven,” was the answer.

“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “It certainly doesn’t look like heaven, and there’s another man down the road who said that place was heaven.”

“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?”

“Yes, it was beautiful.”

“Nope. That’s hell.”

“Doesn’t it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?”

“No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of time. They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best friends behind.”

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

Sophia Jan please read what i just wrote down And I hope you change Ur mind qandom                                         

                                       Thoughts On Life

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don’t see the one which has been opened for us.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they’ll love you back! Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!

Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

Always put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.

The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can’t go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

marjan16
marjan16 7 years ago

Nice Stories thanks for sharing Sabrina Jan and Romall Jan ;)

being honest and taking action!

There was a time when Whitney didn’t have a lot of friends. She was a bit shy and reserved. She never really wanted to be popular, but she did want to have someone to share secrets and laughs with. All through high school, though, she just slipped in and out of “light” friendships where she didn’t find a lot of comfort or companionship.

When it came time to go to college, Whitney was quite nervous. She was going to be rooming with someone she didn’t know and living in a town 300 miles away from home. There wouldn’t be a single person she knew in town. She had no idea how she was going to make friends in this new environment.

The first week of classes, something happened that changed Whitney’s life forever. In her English Composition class, she was asked (as were all the students) to share a little about herself. She told everyone where she called home and all of the other ordinary details that students share in such situations. The final question for each student was always the same: “What is your goal for this class?” Now, most of the students said it was to get a good grade, pass the class or something similar, but for some reason, Whitney said something entirely different. She said that her goal was to make just one good friend.

While most of the students sat in silence, one student came to Whitney and held out his hand and introduced himself. He asked if she would be his friend. The whole room was silent – all eyes focused on the Whitney and the hand extended just in front of her. She smiled and stretched her hand out to take his and a friendship was formed. It was a friendship that lasted all through college. It was a friendship that turned into a romance. It was a friendship that brought two people together in marriage.

Whitney learned the power of asking for what she wanted, being honest and taking action.

 

Sheherazade
Sheherazade 7 years ago

@qandolak jan i lovee this story its so beautiful and true thx for sharing 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

My pleasure Qandol :)

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

He said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.”

 

marjan16
marjan16 7 years ago

I have hard this story many times in kindergarten! thanks for sharing

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

Grandma’s always loves sharing stories and I’m grandma of Afghan-Mina

Once upon a time…there was a rich King who had four 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, and she would 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. 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 wondered, “I now have four 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 lightning, 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 as 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 will 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. So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, it is your greatest gift to offer the world.

When the world pushes you to your knees…...
You’re in the perfect position to pray. 

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

Thanks Marjan and Qandolak, here you go with some more true to life stories 

Ibrahim ibn Adham (ra) giving advice against disobedience

A man came to Ibrahim ibn Adham, may Allah be pleased with him, and said, “Abu Ishaq, I am unable to control myself. Please give me something to help me with it”

“If you accept five conditions,” said Ibrahim, “and are able to put them into practice, your disobedience will not cause you any problem.”

 “Just tell me what they are, Abu Ishaq!” the man said. “The first is that when you want to disobey Allah you do not eat anything He provides.” “Then how will I get anything to eat? Everything on the earth is from Him!” “So is it right to eat His provision and disobey Him at the same time?” replied Ibrahim. “No, it is not. What is the second condition?” “When you want to disobey him, move off His land.”

 “That is even more difficult! Exclaimed the man. “In that case where will I live?” “Is it right to eat his provision and live on His land and then to disobey Him?” asked Ibrahim. “No, it is not.” “What is the third condition?”

“When you want to disobey Him in spite of eating His provision and living on His land, find a place where He will not see you and disobey Him there.” “What do you mean, Ibrahim? He knows everything that happens even in the most hidden places!” “So is it right to disobey Him when you eat His provision and live on His land and when you know that He can see everything you do?” “It certainly is not!” the man replied.

“Tell me the fourth condition.” “That when the Angel of Death arrives to take your soul, you say to him, ‘Give me a reprieve so that I can repent and act righteously for Allah.’” “But he won’t listen to me!” “Then if you cannot ward off death long enough to give yourself time to repent, and you know that when it comes there will be no reprieve, how can you hope to be saved?” “What is the fifth?” “That when the angels of the Fire come to you to take you to the Fire, you do not go with them.”

“They will take me whether I like it or not!” exclaimed the man. “So how can you hope to be saved?” “Enough, enough, Ibrahim! I ask Allah’s forgiveness and I turn to Him!” The man’s repentance was sincere and from that time on he was assiduous in his worship and avoided acts of disobedience until the day he died.   

 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

Your welcome! Wow Such a nice story thanks for sharing Romall Jan

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

Thanks 

Poem Of The End

It was early in the morning at four,

When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? the sleeping one cried.

I’m Azrael, let me inside.  

At once, the man began to shiver,

As one sweating in deadly fever,  

He shouted to his sleeping wife,

Don’t let him take away my life.

 Please go away, O Angel of Death!

Leave me alone, I’m not ready yet.

 My family on me depends,

Give me a chance, O please prepense!

 The angel knocked again and again,

Friend! I’ll take your life without a pain,

 Tis your soul Allah requires,

I come not with my own desire.  

Bewildered, the man began to cry,

O Angel I’m so afraid to die,

 I’ll give you gold and be your slave,

Don’t send me to the unlit grave.

 Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,

Open the door, get up from your bed,  

If you do not allow me in,

I will walk through it, like a jinn.

 The man held a gun in his right hand,

 Ready to defy the Angel’s stand.  

I’ll point my gun, towards your head,

You dare come in, I’ll shoot you dead.

 By now the Angel was in the room,

 Saying, O Friend! prepare for you doom.

 Foolish man, Angels never die,

Put down your gun and do not sigh.  

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,

To die according to Allah’s plan?  

Come smile at me, do not be grim,

Be Happy to return to Him.

 O Angel! I bow my head in shame,

I had no time to take Allah’s Name.

 From morning till dusk,I made my wealth,

Not even caring for my health.  

Allah’s command I never obeyed,

Nor five times a day I ever prayed.  

A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,

 But no time had I to repent.  

The Hajj was already FARD on me,

But I would not part with my money.  

All charities I did ignore,

Taking usury more and more.

 Sometimes I sipped my favourite wine,

With flirting women I sat to dine.  

O Angel! I appeal to you,

Spare my life for a year or two.  

The Laws of Quran I will obey,

 I’ll begin SALAT this very day.

 My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,

And keep away from self conceit.  

I will refrain from usury,

 And give all my wealth to charity,  

Wine and wenches I will detest,

Allah’s oneness I will attest.

 We Angels do what Allah demands,

We cannot go against His commands.  

Death is ordained for everyone,

Father, mother, daughter or son.

 I’m afraid this moment is your

last, Now be reminded, of your past,

 I do understand your fears,

 But it is now too late for tears.  

You lived in this world, two score and more,

 Never did you, your people adore.  

Your parents, you did not obey,

 Hungry beggars, you turned away.

 Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,

In night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.  

Instead of making more Muslims,

You made your children non-Muslims.

 You ignored the Mua’dhin Adhaan,

Nor did you read the Holy Quran.  

Breaking promises all your life,

Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

 From hoarded goods, great profits you made,

And your poor workers, you underpaid.  

Horses and cards were your leisure,

Money-making was your pleasure.  

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,

With the very sick, you never sat.  

A pint of blood you never gave,

Which could a little baby save.  

O Human, you have done enough wrong,

You bought good properties for a song.

  When the farmers appealed to you,

You did not have mercy, tis true.  

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,

 Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.  

There is no time for you to repent,

 I’ll take your soul for which I am sent.

  The ending however,

is very sad, Eventually the man became mad  With a cry,

he jumped out of bed, And suddenly, he fell down dead.

 O Reader! Take moral from here,

You never know, your end may be near

 change your living and make amends For heaven,

on your deeds depends.

 

 If this poem inspires you, ,,     it can help someone too. 

 

 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

i was just about to post this Poem Romall Jan lol,all humans should be ready to accept the death at any time!

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

really, it seems that we are in the same page lolz

 i do agree , NOT only ready to accept the death, But as a MUSLIM believing that we will be judged by ALLAH ‘SOBH’  by what we do in DUNYA 

Merjan
Merjan 7 years ago

 

So, true..

Life is a test, use your time well before it’s too late

 

 Sobhanaka yarab forgive for every mistake I make everyday


Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

Yeah we are in the same page lol thanks for sharing Romall Jan

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

i hope so Qandolak lolz & you are most welcome.

The Atheist Teacher

A young woman teacher with obvious liberal tendencies explains to her class of small children that she is an atheist. She asks her class if they’re atheists too. Not really knowing what atheism is but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like fleshy fireworks. There is, however, one exception. A beautiful girl named Zainab has not gone along with the crowd.

The teacher asks her why she has decided to be different. “Because I’m not an atheist.”Then, asks the teacher, “What are you?” “I’m a Muslim.”

The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks Zainab why she is a Muslim. “Well, I was brought up knowing and loving God. My mom is a Muslim, and my dad is a Muslim, so I am a Muslim.” The teacher is now angry. “That’s no reason,” she says loudly, “what if your mom was a moron,and your dad was a moron, – what would you be then?” She paused, and smiled. “Then,” says Zainab, “I’d be an atheist.”  

 

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

Benefits of reciting Ayatul Kursi

 1. Holy prophet (PBUH) said: whoever recites the first 4 ayats of Surah-e-Baqarah (chapter: The cow), then Ayatul Kursi and then the last 3 ayats of Surah-e-Baqarah, will not be inflicted with any kind of difficulty in his wealth or himself, Satan will not come near him and he will not forget the Qur’an.

2. Holy Prophet (PBUH) said: Qur’an is a great word, and Surah-e-Baqarah is the leader of the Qur’an and Ayatul Kursi is the leader of Surah-e-Baqarah. In Ayatul Kursi there are 50 words and for each word there are 50 blessings and good in it.

3. One who recites Ayatul Kursi every morning will be in the protection, safety of Allah until the night.

4. If one ties this to ones wealth or children, they will be safe from Satan.

5. Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) has said: These things increase ones memory: sweets, meat of an animal which is slaughtered in Islamic manner near the neck, Lentils, cold bread and recitation of Ayatul Kursi.

6. For those of our dear ones who have passed away, recitation of Ayatul Kursi and giving it as Hadiyeh to them, gives them light (noor) in the grave.

7. Frequent recitation makes one’s own death easy.

8. When leaving home, if one recites it once, the Almighty has one group of Angels to come and protect you. If recited twice, 2 groups of Angels are assigned to do this. If recited 3 times Allah tells the Angels not to worry as the Almighty himself takes care of him.

9. The Holy Prophet has said: If one recites Ayatul Kursi before going to sleep, Allah will send an Angel to come and look after you and protect.

10. When one is alone in the house, recitation of Ayatul Kursi and asking Allah for help will make you remain calm and you will not fear.

11. The Holy Prophet has said: When leaving home, if one recites Ayatul Kursi, then Allah will send 70,000 Angels to do Istighfaar for him until he returns home, and upon his return Poverty will be removed from him.

12. If one recites this after performing Wudhoo, the 5th Imam Hazrat Imam Muhammad Baqir (a.s) has said: Allah will give him a reward of 40 years of Ibadaat, and his position will be raised in the Heavens 40 times (levels).

13. One who recites it after every prayer, their salat will be accepted, and they will remain in the safety of the Almighty and He will protect them.

14. Allah told Prophet Musa (a.s): If one recites it after every salat, the Almighty will make his heart a thankful one (Shakireen) will give him a reward of the prophets, and his deeds will be like those of the truthful (Siddiqeen)

 

Merjan
Merjan 7 years ago

 wowh, I always knew that the Ayatoel Koersi is Importhant, but I didn’t know this,

Dasted Dard nakoneh, for sharing, thank you.

For people who don’t know the Ayatoel Koersi they can write it down on a paper, and read it before they will sleep..
If you do this every day, then you will remember it.

Read it line by line, if you remember one line, you start to read the other line. ;) 

Qandolak19
Qandolak19 7 years ago

what do you mean “ i hope so? lolz

Ayatul Kursi is the most powerful ayah in the qur’an and i recite it sometimes but i didn’t know benefits of reciting Ayatul Kursi ! thanks for sharing ROMALL JAN!

Romall
Romall 7 years ago

Thanks Marjan. nothing JK Qandolak lol

 The story of Abu Hanifa (radi Allahu ‘anhu), and his neighbor

It is well known that Abu Hanifa (radi Allahu ‘anhu), did tahajjut every night. He would spend his night reciting the Quran. He had a neighbor who was an alcoholic, and he used to drink a lot and sing love poems. This used to bother the imam.

But one day, the imam did not hear this man’s revelry, so he went and asked about him. They said, “Oh, so-and-so. They took him to jail.” So, the very well respected imam went to the jail. He was the most respected imam and qaadi at the time in that place. When the ruler found out the imam went to the jail, he asked for the reason and was told that the imam was concerned about his neighbor who had been arrested. So, the ruler said to release the man, and he was released.  

The neighbor then asked Abu Hanifa why he did that, and he replied, “Because you have a right upon me as a neighbor, and I have not been neglectful of that.” That was the reason that the neighbor made tauba to Allah subhâna wa ta‘âla [that is: embraced islam].  

 

Merjan
Merjan 7 years ago

 

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, “You shouldn’t come see me anymore,” and stuff like how we shouldn’t be together.
She said, “I miss you.”
I told her coldly, “Lets go, I’ll take you home.”
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, “Open up your umbrella, let’s go.”

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn’t eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, “No!”
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, “Let’s go try the other train station.”

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn’t know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

         

She begged and said, “Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I’ll go home right after this.” 

 

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, “Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever.” She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, “Chris, I can’t find it, it’s not there anymore.”
I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I’ve never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn’t care, and said, “Can we go now?”
I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn’t want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, “You made up the story of you and that other girl didn’t you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I’ll change, can’t we start over?”

I didn’t say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn’t say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn’t think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn’t let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn’t know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn’t have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years’s feelings. I didn’t have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I’m close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, “Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself.”

She didn’t talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn’t hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn’t get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn’t see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I’m not Chris, I’m that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words. 

 

 

 

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