Let’s share some true love/life/live/sad/funny Stories
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=(
Read this “HATE letter”. It is so funny and creative. This is a loveletter from a boy to a girl…. However, the girl’s father does not like him and want them stop their relationship…...and so..the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl’s father will definitely read this letter..
1 “The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend.”
So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to “READ BETWEEN THE LINES”, meaning-only to read 188.8.131.52.184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.25. (Odd Numbers) So..Please try reading it again! It’s so smart & sweet…. :)
Really Nice Romall Jan and Merjanak Thanks for sharing :)
There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.
Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.
Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life….. still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.
On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend’s party alone. “Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?”, asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend’s queries about her, still he just surged on.
Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ….. not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn’t feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.
“Hi…...how are you? Enjoying the party?” the girl asked.
“Sure…..yeah!”, he replied.
She was slightly tipsy….. must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,
“Why…? Don’t you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?” Then he answered, “No, there is no need for that anymore…...”
Before he can continue, he was interrupted, “Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven’t been searching for one for the past years, right?” The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, “Yes…...you are right! I haven’t been looking for anyone for the past years.”
With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was…..the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.
All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes…..perfection!!
Relationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let away someone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fear. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore….. For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.
As it was Christmas eve, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through…...precisely at 1200 midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after so long, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.
The boy stood quietly and watched. He then decided that he would challenge the man. He walked up and told the man, “I will accept your challenge”.
The man laughed at the boy and ridiculed the Muslims even more by saying, “A ten year old boy challenges me. Is this all you people have to offer!”
But the boy patiently reiterated his stance. He would challenge the man, and with Allah`s help and guidance, he would put this to an end. The man finally accepted.
The entire city gathered around a small “hill” where open addresses were usually made. The man climbed to the top, and in a loud voice asked his first question.
“What is your God doing right now?”
The small boy thought for a little while and then told the man to climb down the hill and to allow him to go up in order to address the question.
The man says “What? You want me to come down?”
The boy says, “Yes. I need to reply, right?”
The man made his way down and the small boy, age 10, with his little feet made his way up.
This small child`s reply was “Oh Allah Almighty! You be my witness in front of all these people. You have just willed that a Kafir be brought down to a low level, and that a Muslim be brought to a high level!”
The crowd cheered and screamed “Takbir”....“Allah-hu-akbar!!!”
The man was humiliated, but he boldly asked his Second question… “What existed before your God?”
The small child thought and thought.
Then he asked the man to count backwards. “Count from 10 backwards.”
The man counted…“10, 9 ,8 , 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0”
The boy asked, “What comes before 0 ?”
The man: “I don`t know…nothing.”
The boy: “Exactly. Nothing was before Allah, for He is eternal and absolute.”
The crowd cheered again….“Takbir!”....“Allah-hu-akbar!!!!”
The man, now completely frustrated, asked his final question. “In which direction is your Allah facing?”
The boy thought and thought.
He then asked for a candle. A candle was brought to him. The blessed child handed it to the man and asked him to light it.
The man did so and remarked, “What is this supposed to prove?”
The young boy asked, “In which direction is light from the candle going?”
The man responded, “It is going in all directions.”
The boy: “You have answered your own question. Allah`s light (noor) goes in all directions. He is everywhere. There is no where that He cannot be found.
“The crowd cheered again….“Takbir!”....“Allah-hu-akbar!!!”
The man was so impressed and so moved by the boy`s knowledge and spirituality, that he embraced Islam and became a student of the young boy.
So ended the debate.
Who was the young boy?
The young boy was one of our leaders and one of the greatest scholars, Imam Abu Hanîfa (May Allah bless him
Wow! Really Nice Story! Romal
Two girls were best of friends, since their childhood. When they were small kids, they used to go to school together, play together and sometimes even stay at each other’s places. They were next door neighbors and thus their parents were friends as well. The best friends graduated from school and went to pursue higher studies in the same college. Everyone knew that the girls were the best of friends. Nothing was hidden between the duo, because both knew each other inside out.
After some days, one of the friends found the other behaving in a very strange manner. She would remain withdrawn, sleep too much and turn violent, very often. At first, the other friend thought it was just the studies getting on to her. However, with time, she became even more moody and frustrated. Finally, her friend couldn’t take it any longer and confronted her with the problem. She broke down into tears and confessed that she was going around with a guy, who was taking drugs and forced her to take them too.
The girl was not only forced to take drugs, but was also forced to bring money every now and then and was threatened with dire consequences, if she revealed the matter to anyone, even her best friend. Shocked by her story, the other friend consoled her. She then thought of a way to help her. Finally, she thought that she would come up straight to the point and tell her to leave this guy and get out of all the mess. She contacted the college counselor, who was a psychologist and narrated all the problem to her. She offered to help and said that matter would be kept under wraps.
The girl was then advised by her friend to leave this guy, as he was torturing her unnecessarily. Her friend reminded her of her dreams of becoming a successful professional, inspired her to set an example for others and reminded of what her parents would feel, if they found out what their daughter was up to. After a lot of persuasion, the girl finally agreed to leave him. She was given basic counseling and was weaned off drugs, with time. All this while, her friend never left her side and always stood by her.
Finally, they graduated and the friendship only grew stronger. They both went on to become successful professionals, but never let each other down by indulging themselves into bad habits. They lived happily ever after, as close friends. The story leaves the reader to think about the depth of friendship shared by the two girls. The moral of the story is that true friends are those, who inspire you to become the best you can ever be. They have full confidence in you. They would not leave you until your goal is accomplished
Finding the Straight Path
Matt Lennox, a 16-year old American of Scottish-Irish descent, who was raised in a nonreligious family, found himself amazed by what he learned about Islam in his freshman history class. Fascinated by it all, Matt continued to research Islam, along with many other religions to educate himself further.
To his surprise, he found that Islamic theology has much in common with the Christian and Jewish faiths. Growing up, Matt had always known Christians and Jews had similar beliefs, but Islam, the world’s fastest growing religion, was practically alien of to him. However, as Matt was introduced to Islam, he was interested in it and continued to learn.
When asked “What interested you the most about Islam?” Matt answered confidently, “The Qur’an.” He says everything he read in the Qur’an left him thinking, “Oh, man. Wow. I can’t believe all this info that seems so wise and correct is all in one book.” Matt claims many things in Christianity didn’t make sense to him. Many of these aspects dealt with the Trinity, Jesus as God, priests and churches. One of the main things which bothered him was the idea that you had to be Christian to be saved from the Hell-fire.
In Surah Baqara verse 111, it states, “And [the Christians and Jews] say: ‘None shall enter paradise unless he be a Jew or a Christian.’” Noticing this was true of Jews and Christians, Matt was somewhat perplexed. “How can only one type of people be right?” he questioned. If this were accurate, then only people from one geographical region would be right — everyone else would be wrong.
After studying many different religions deeply, Matt understood this could not be true. However, Matt was not just interested by the Qur’an; he was fascinated by Malcolm X. “[He was] very, very smart, and the reality is that he was also very, very honest [although] all the people around him for the most part were notâ¦¡mp;#8364;?His book, his movie, everything he says is so true,” says Matt.
Matt was not only drawn in by Malcolm X, but also by Cat Stevens. He enjoyed and still enjoys Cat Stevens’ previous music, such as “Peace Train”. Peace, knowledge, God, and going back to God were all reoccurring themes in Stevens’ music as Matt saw it. Intrigued by this, Matt read the story of how Cat Stevens came to accept Islam, becoming Yusuf Islam.
In the 60’s and 70’s, Cat Stevens was looking into different religions and beliefs, but when he came to Islam, it changed everything for him. “He changed his whole life and everything and that’s weird ‘cause people don’t change their whole life when they’re pop stars and everything,” says Matt. And many would agree with this. It seems quite perplexing that a pop star that had everything he wanted would change his whole life around. Perplexing as it is, it continues to happen over and over again. Why? For one reason.
Matt explains: “Some people, even celebrities, find that there are so many complications with spirituality, politics, economics, society and philosophy in the “modern” world that when they find something so true, simple and natural as Islam, and they feel Allah’s guidance towards Him, they find a great sense of meaning.”
Although Matt used to be a strong believer in evolution, he now understands how advancements in science have affected people’s belief in God. Noticing the general lack of faith in God, Matt claims, “Most people have given up on religion. As science progresses, people are going to look at science and say ‘Where’s God?’ People will drift farther and farther away. “ Matt’s father, seeing evolution as simply a theory, was keener on the idea of Matt becoming Muslim, rather than believing in evolution.
Being raised a Jehovah’s Witness, Matt’s father saw the similarities between Jehovah’s Witness ideas and Islam, making it easier for him to accept. His mother, fully supporting Matt, told him, “Whatever religion you want to have is good.” Surprisingly, both his mother and father supported him and his interest in Islam. If it weren’t for the understanding of his family, and the good communication between them, Matt’s conversion to Islam would probably have been extremely different. There are still a few obstacles, however. Matt’s parents may be supportive of him, but his father also believes Matt won’t stay Muslim his entire life. Hearing this, Matt laughs and says, “I absolutely disagree.”
Matt found an unexpected source of support in not only his parents, but also his “new-age hippie” friends. Sitting around doing nothing, Matt and his friends usually end up talking about anything and everything. Before Matt accepted Islam, he talked about his interest in Islam when the topic of religion came up. Although his friends’ reactions were mainly “that’s cool” and “that’s really good to do that,” one of Matt’s friends no longer respects his opinion on religion or international politics. He believes Matt supports all those “like him.”
When Matt’s friend refers to those “like him,” he’s referring Osama bin Laden and his followers. September 11th, Matt says, “affected me only in the mental sense.” Being able to blend into a crowd of European-Americans, Matt says, “Since I do not ‘look like a Muslim’ no one would think to say anything to me. Mentally though, I have a hard time watching American news anyway. American news just seems to talk about Islam like it is a foreign religion, and not that it is wrong, but that it is a religion of foreign civilizations which are not as advanced as Christian Europe/America.” This view, which looks down upon Islam, can be quite irritating to many, including Matt.
Despite the fact that September 11th has only affected Matt in the “mental sense,” he says, “Some Muslims in my school who I am friends with have had to deal with some guff.” Matt recognizes these difficulties and offers some advice to his fellow young Muslims: “Although it is not always easy, do not be afraid of what other people think of you being [Muslim]. Anyone who thinks bad about a person on the basis of religion is not worth your time. Try your best to be a proud and upstanding example.”
Although Matt may have accepted Islam, his life overall has not been changed dramatically. Aside from going to the mosque, praying, and reading the Qur’an, his daily events are pretty much the same. Islam, though, has definitely affected his priorities. “I have found though, that some things that used to seem important, like having certain things or going to certain events, now seem like a second priority, and I find that in general, since I became a Muslim it is very difficult to get me feeling upset,” says Matt.
Having such an easygoing personality and open mind, Matt doesn’t expect much out of life or people in general. When asked what his goals in life are as a person and Muslim, he answers, “I would like to go to college. I would like to go to the Garden (Jannah). My goal is to be happy. I do not think that would require [many] things. I would like to be successful in the world though so that I have the means to help others.”
Matt, understanding the power of Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala, claims, “I do not think that I or anyone could accomplish very much of significance without Allah.” Understanding the importance of seeking knowledge in Islam, the one thing Matt hopes to gain from Islam which he has hasn’t already is “continued knowledge. That is something Islam can keep giving me until I die,” he says. “The only real challenge I face is trying to live my life as faithfully as possible.”
Your Welcome Mr.Lazy and Really Nice Story tanx
Here’s My favorite story of all the time :)
Sophie’s face faded into the gray winter light of the sitting room. She dozed in the armchair that Joe had bought for her on their fortieth anniversary. The room was warm and quiet. Outside it was snowing lightly. At a quarter past one the mailman turned the corner onto Allen Street. He was behind on his route, not because of the snow, but because it was Valentine’s Day and there was more mail than usual. He passed Sophie’s house without looking up. Twenty minutes later he climbed back into his truck and drove off. Sophie stirred when she heard the mail truck pull away, then took off her glasses and wipe her mouth and eyes with the handkerchief she always carried in her sleeve. She pushed herself up using the arm of the chair for support, straightened slowly and smoothed the lap of her dark green housedress. Her slippers made a soft, shuffling sound on the bare floor as she walked to the kitchen. She stopped at the sink to wah the two dishes she had left on the counter after lunch. Then she filled a plastic cup halfway with water and took her pills. It was one forty-five. There was a rocker in the sitting room by the front window. Sophie eased herself into it. In a half-hour the children would be passing by on their way home from school. Sophie waited, rocking and watching the snow. The boys came first, as always, runnng and calling out things Sophie could not hear. Today they were making snowball as they went, throwing them at one another. One snowball missed and smackd hard into Sophie’s window. She jerked backward, and the rocker slipped off the edge of her oval rag rug. The girl dilly-dallied after the boys, in twos and threes, cupping their mittened hands over their mouths and giggling. Sophie wonder if they were telling each other about the valentines they had received at school. One pretty girl with long brown hair stopped and pointed to her face behind the drapes, suddenly self-consious. When she looked out again, the boys and girls were gone. It was cold by the window, but she stayed there watching the snow conver the children’s footprints A florist’s truck turned onto Allen Street. Sophie followed it with her eyes. It was moving slowly. Twice it stopped and started again. Then the driver pulled up in front of Mrs. Mason’s house next door and parked.Who would be sending Mrs. Mason flowers? Sophie wondered. Her daughter in Wisconsin? Or her brother? No, her brother was very ill. It was probably her daughter. How nice of her. Flowers made Sophie think of Joe and, for a moment, she let the aching memory fill her. Tomorrow was the fifteenth. Eight months since his death. The flower mans was knocking at Mrs. Mason’s front door. He carried a long white and green box and a clipboard. No one seemed to be answering. Of course! It was Friday – Mrs. Mason quilted at the church on Friday afternoons. the delivery man looked around, then started toward Sophie’s house. Sophie shoved herself out of the rocker and stood close to the drapes. The man knocked. Her hands trembled as she straightened her hair. She reached her front hall on the third knock. “Yes?” she said, peering around a slightly opened door. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the man said loudly. “Would you take a delivery for your neighbor?” “Yes,” Sophie answered, pulling the door wide open. “Where would you like me to put them?” the man asked politely as he strode in. “In the kitchen, please. On the table.” The man looked big to Sophie. She could hardly see his face between his green cap and full beard. Sophie was glad he left quickly, and she locked the door after him. The box was as long as the kitchen table. Sophie drew near to it and bent over to read the lettering: “NATALIE’S Flowers for Every Occasion.” The rich smell of roses engulfed her. She closed her eyes and took slower breaths, imagining yellow roses. Joe had always chosen yellow. “To my sunshine,” he would say, presenting the extravagant bouquet. He would laugh delightedly, kiss her on the forehead, then take her hands in his and sing to her “You Are My Sunshine.” It’s was five o’clock when Mrs. Mason knocked at Sophie’s front door. Sophie was still at the kitchen table. The flower box was now open though, and she held the roses on her lap, swaying slightly and stroking the delicate yellow petals. Mrs. Mason knocked again, but Sophie did not hear her, and after several minutes the neighbour left. Sophie rose a little while later, laying the flowers on the kitchen table. Her cheeks were flushed. She dragged a stepstool across the kitchen floor and lifted a white porcelain vase from the top corner cabinet. Using a drinking glass, she filled the vase with water, then tenderly arranged the roses and greens, and carried them into the sitting room. She was smiling as she reached the middle of the room. She turned slightly and began to dip and twirl in small slow circles. She stepped lightly, gracefully, around the sitting room, into the kitchen, down the hall, back again. She danced till her knees grew weak, and then she dropped into the armchair and slept. At a quarter past six, Sophie awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on the back door this time. It was Mrs. Mason. “Hello, Sophie,” Mrs. Mason said. “How are you? I knocked at five and was a little worried when you didn’t come. Were you napping?” She chattered as she wiped her snowy boots on the welcome mat and stepped inside. “I just hate snow, don’t you? The radio says we might have six inches by midnight, but you can never trust them, you know. Do you remember last winter when they predicted four inches, and we hand twenty-one? Twenty-one! And they said we’d have a mild winter this year. Ha! I don’t think it’s been over zero in weeks. Do you know my oil bill was $263 last month? For my little house!” Sophie was only half-listening. She had remembered the roses suddenly and was turning hot with shame. The empty flower box was behind her on the kitchen table. What would she say to Mrs. Mason? “I don’t know how much longer I can keep paying the bills. If only Alfred, God bless him, had been as careful with money as your Joseph. Joseph! Oh, good heavens! I almost forgot about the roses.”
Sophie’s cheeks burned. She began to stammer an apology, stepping aside to reveal the empty box. “Oh, good,” Mrs. Mason interrupted. “You put the roses in water. Then you saw the card. I hope it didn’t startle your to see Joseph’s handwriting. Joseph had asked me to bring you the roses the first year, so I could explain for him. He didn’t want to alarm you. His ‘Rose Trust,’ I think he called it. He arranged it with the florist last Apirl. Such a good man, your Joseph…” But Sophie had stopped listening. Her heart was pounding as she picked up the small white envelope she had missed earlier. It had been lying beside the flower box all this time. With trembling hands, she removed the card. “To my sunshine,” it said. “I love you with all my heart. Try to be happy when you think of me. Love, Joe.”
thanks for sharing Q jan ,, koja bodee da en chand roz lolz
Your welcome Romall Jan
Do you really wanna know where i was in last few days?
sure i want ,, TURA BORRA Kho narrafta bodee lol
I was in prison you know why !cuz I killed someone cause he called me “Stupid Lazy Girl“
I’m giving you a warning Be Careful!
thats NOT bad, warnings and ROMALL its kinda funny lolz but its ok i dont mind ke yak dokhtar warning betta
Its Good that you dont mind ke yak dokhtar warning betta But its shame 4 u !
Q jan lets talk about it in PVT and move on with the Stories.“There is no God but Thou, glory be to Thee: surely I am of those who make themselves to suffer loss.” (The Holy Quran; 21:87)
It is the law of Allah that whenever people go astray and forget Him, He sends His apostles to direct them to the right path. Jonah was one of them. He was commanded by his Lord to go to a town in Syria, and guide the people to His path. People were so demoralised that despite his good teachings and his untiring efforts, they turned deaf-ears to his preachings.
Jonah, who was a man of determination went on with his work. Instead of helping him in his good and noble mission they began to oppose and humiliate him.
Jonah was after all a man. When he saw that no one came to listen to him and his toilsome efforts did not bear fruit, he made up his mind to leave his people.
After some days he reached the sea-shore. He saw a ship laden with cargo ready to sail. The master of the ship gave him a berth. They had not gone far when a storm broke out and carried away the ship. The passengers were panic-stricken and their lives were in despair. It was, however, decided that one life must be sacrificed to save the ship, (such was their belief). Jonah shared with them, but he was selected to be cast off. Accordingly, he was thrown into the sea.
A big fish devouring him dived into the bottom of the sea. Jonah was thus imprisoned in a black hole, and he wondered as to why he was shut up there, and what wrong he had done? At once he realised that he had left his duty unfinished and therefore incurred the displeasure of Allah. Among afflictions he called out,
“There is no God but Thou, glory be to Thee; Surely I am of those who make themselves to suffer loss.” (The Holy Quran: 21:87).
God responded to his prayers and he found himself thrown out of the abysmal cave and was once again on the soil. As he was sick, Allah caused to grow up for him a gourd—plant. When he recovered he went back to his people and began preaching them more zealously and energetically than ever before. At last his efforts were rewarded and the people followed him and in patience Jonah became proverbial.
The moral of this story is that we should not lose patience and heart even if it seems to us that our efforts are long in bringing forth any fruit.
LMAO YOU GOT PISSED OFF LOLZ Okay Lets talk about in PM
NOO Q jan ,, NOT with you lolz
NO Comments …. dokhtar jan this is NOT the right place to … fight lol
I’m Not fighting Romall Jan ;) looooooooooooooooooooolz
i hope so !!! JK i know dear :)
lolz Don’t Hope! ;)And Thank God You Know!
Thank God! that i left early last night otherwise I’d get into fight with you 2 lol
We didn’t Fight Qawaragak, We were just joking around i wish u were there with usohh we are out of -Topic lolz
I just Read This Story and I love IT
I still miss you terribly
When I was very young I didn’t believe in love until…...until him. It just so happened that we both worked together. I know, so cliche’. Hey, you don’t get to pick when and where u fall in love, u just do. I was totally unprepared and it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was already in a committed, long relationship with a guy who cared a great deal for me. I cared for him as well, but it wasn’t anywhere near the grand passion I felt for this person. I always ended up in what I call "lopsided" relationships where either I cared more for that person, or they cared more for me. So, when I met this person, I was completely experiencing things for the first time and it all seemed so pure and innocent. It was just like the love novels, movies, stories…I couldn’t believe this was finally happening to me! It seemed so surreal. I found out later that he was just as shy as I was, and so our foundation got to a slow start. Each day, either consciously or subconsciously we were participating in the proverbial "mating dance." It became clear to everyone around us. He would analyze me and I would analyze him. Weeks and weeks passed by where he or I would only say "hi" or "good morning" through the days, weeks, months. Then it happened. He made the first move. He asked if I would do him a favor and pick him up from a car detailing store and give him a ride into work afterwards. I pretended like this was a big inconvienance, but my insides were doing somersaults. It progressed from that first favor to many dinner/movie dates to follow. Not only was this my first real love relationship, it was my first "confusing, non communicative relationship" It was quite apparent that we both were falling for each other in a major way, but unfortunately the relationship was going down the "playing games" phase at a phenominal rate. Obviously neither one of us wanted to end up with a broken heart and it seemed we were practicing every precaution to get this to not happen, in the mean time we were hurting each other horribly. I would give a little and then retreat he would give a little….During this confusing time, I had broken up with my live in boyfriend and he, his college girlfriend. Everything after that, was anybody’s guess. He was dating other people, and I was trying to keep myself occupied with other activities so I didn’t have to "chase" him. Instead of communicating my feelings in the open, he took it as me still seeing my live in boyfriend. He was very distrustful. I told him several times that I had ended it with that boyfriend, but he would never believe me. He said he didn’t want to share me with anybody, and I told him I didn’t want to share him either. It was all very frustrating. One day, out of the blue, one of his ex girlfriends breezed back into town and they started dating seriously again. He told me that she broke up with a fiance in another state and came back. GREAT! Needless to say, she threw a wrench in any plans of us building up momentum to a wonderful relationship. To add more fuel to the fire, he would constantly tell me he was breaking up with her in the near future because she wanted to get married and he wasn’t ready or the relationship wasn’t going anywhere-only to go  have her call the office 15 million times a day, and meet for lunch during the week to spending time on the weekends with her to going on vacations with her! All that time, he was with her, he pursued me with more determination. I felt suffocated. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was in my mind securely placed to drive me insane! He was so witty, charming, handsome, intelligent, stylish….I was mesmorized by him in a dangerous way that I had never experienced with the opposite sex before. I knew he felt the same for me, but would never tell me. Communication was seriously lacking from what we had. Even though I was feeling these tremendous emotions, I never let him know it. To this day, if he were to read this, he would be shocked. I just couldn’t risk the hurt. I had never felt such passion in my life. When we kissed, it was like the first time, like fireworks in the sky, when he touched me, it was electrifying. It seemed like we needed each other like a drug and couldn’t get enough if our lives depended on it. Since we worked together, he said we had to keep what we did have, a secret; especially since we worked with his dad, brother and uncle. The funny thing is, I’m pretty sure his dad and brother knew about us-and he even said that his mother liked me very much. I realized very quickly that I couldn’t compete with this ex girlfriend that entered his life again, because she would do anything and I mean anything for him. I wanted to be that for him and more, but wanted to keep my dignity at the same time. I even told him that I wasn’t going to be his side dish. If I couldn’t have him the way I wanted him, I didn’t want him at all. I decided to leave. I didn’t want to, but I was getting hurt everyday I stayed.It got to the point, where I was partying more and entering relationships that I normally wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for my desperation to run away from him and my pitiful way of making him jealous. I cried for him until I thought I didn’t have anymore tears left.I never in a million years thought I could fall so hard. I remember us meeting for dinner one last time and him telling me that the girl that came between us was going to be out of the picture for 8 weeks for some training. He wanted me to come over, call him, do anything for us to be together. I wanted to with every bone in my body, but I wasn’t sure where I stood after "she" got back. I couldn’t risk that devastation, so I let him go forever. I miss him so much, I literally ache sometimes.I know with every ounce of my being that we were and are soul mates. It all sounds so dreadful I know, but I’m glad I experienced heaven on earth instead of never at all.
Nice story, thanks for sharing Q jan.
Your Most welcome Romall Jan! & I’m glad you like it
The Blessed Month
Wake up, wake up Hamad, his mother said. It’s time for sahur.He woke up, but when his mother was out of the sight he went back to sleep again. His mother came into the room again, and he did the same thing again. His mother was angry now, so she decided not to wake him up.
In the morning when he woke up for school, he hardly remembered anything. The kitchen was empty nobody was there.
His mother was feeding the chickens, since they don’t have to fast. Where is my breakfast? he asked his mother. There won’t be anything to eat until sunset. Why? he asked. Because IT’S RAMADAN, she said.Oh how come I missed it, now he remembered everything. He went to school. There everybody in his class did fast. He was sorry for himself.
Their teacher told them about Ramadan. His Islamic studies teacher told them, that you shouldn’t sleep too much in Ramadan. You should finish one Quran at least. The door of heavens are open and the door of hell will be closed in this blessed moth. The shaitan and other devels are chained. They can’t bother you. So don’t be lazy and pray as much as you can.Make a lot of duas especially in the night of power.Hamad raised his hand. Yes? the teacher asked. Which night is the night of power? he said. Allah had hid this night in the last 10 nights, many scholar believes it’s the 27th night and others say it could be 29th; but nobody knows for sure which night it is the teacher said. So it could be in 21st,23rd,25th,27th or 29th another student asked. Yes, you are right, the teacher said. They were still discussing when the bell rang.
When Hamad came home from school. He didn’t even asked for food. He made wudu and went to the Masjid.It was time for Asar.He read the Quran when he came back.At Iftar he hardly ate anything.After dinner he did his homework and went to the Masjid to pray Isha and Taravi with his father.
Please wake me up for Sahur,I won’t go back to sleep, I promise he told his mother before going to bed.Insha Allah, his mother said.
He felt so much peace inside him.
Great Story Romall Jan tanx
Only 4 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.”
thanks for sharing Marjan jan.
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 after 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. 3 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. “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.
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. Honesty in Islam
Great Stories marjan and Romall Jan thanks for sharing
WHO IS GREATER?
People tend to show more respect to the wealthy and those in positions of high social status. However, according to Islam, greatness lies in knowledge, good conduct, humanity and virtuousness. It is interesting that throughout history the first to believe in the Prophets were those who were despised in their communities because of their poverty and low social status. Because of the vainglory and arrogance wealth and high status gave rise to, the wealthy leaders of communities usually refused to obey a Supreme Power apart from their own selves.
During the Caliphate of ‘Umar, Jabala, the then chief of the tribe of Ghassan became a Muslim. Once during the pilgrimage, a poor and lowly man happened to tread on Jabala’s foot by mistake in the crowd. Without giving the man a chance to apologize, Jabala slapped him on the face and kicked him. The poor man complained of this to ‘Umar, may God be pleased with him, who sent for Jabala. Jabala explained why he had beaten the poor man:
Jabala could not bear to be treated on a par with a poor and lowly man and, forsaking his faith, left Madina.
thanks Geeti !
An idiot may be the name given to the ordinary man, who consistently misinterprets what happens to him, what he does, or what is brought about by others. He does this so completely plausibly that – for himself and his peers – large areas of life and thought seem logical and true.
An idiot of this kind was sent one day with a pitcher to a wise man, to collect some wine.
On the way the idiot, through his own heedlessness, smashed the jar against a rock.
When he arrived at the house of the wise man, he presented him with the handle of the pitcher, and said:
“So-and-so sent you this pitcher, but a horrid stone stole it from me.”
Amused and wishing to test his coherence, the wise man asked:
“Since the pitcher is stolen, why do you offer me the handle?”
“I am not such a fool as people say,” the idiot told him, “and therefore I have brought the handle to prove my story.”
Thanks Romall Jan
From the very Beginning, the girl’s family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family’s pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: “How deep is your love for me?”
As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family’s pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: “I’m not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I’ll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?”
The girl agreed, & with the guy’s determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it’s hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice…...
The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents’ comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it’s still just silence cry that companies her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying….
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he’s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy’s wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what’s going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her “I’ve spent a year’s time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I’ve not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Love It Sabrina Gak Thanks for sharingA Truthful Boy
Long ago there lived a youth who was fond of reading and writing. Unfortunately, there was no large school of learning where he lived. His father had died and the boy lived with his mother. One day he asked his mother if he could travel to Baghdad (Iraq) and seek knowledge there.
Baghdad was a very big city. There were many famous schools and colleges where great Sufis and people who were very close to Allah stayed. The youth said to his mother, “My dear mother, let me learn as much as possible because an unread person is called ignorant and useless. He is not respected. He is like a blind person who does not know what is happening in the world around him and in the life hereafter. Ignorance is death on earth and leads to gloom and despair. To know many things brings light into a person’s life. A knowledgeable person is well-known and well-liked amongst those who are Allah’s chosen ones. Without knowledge, one doesn’t even know how to pray.”
The mother was a good lady. She worshipped Allah day and night. Recitation of the Holy Qur’an was her hobby. She was delighted to hear that her son wished for learning. She thanked Allah that her son had no bad habits.
This pious lady had only managed to save forty Ashrafis (Persian coins) but these she gladly gave to her son. She prepared some food for him to eat during his journey and sewed the money into the lining of his coat under the armpit, thus hiding it away.
When everything was ready, she said to her son, “I must tell you one thing. Listen to it carefully, remember it always and do it. Whenever you speak, speak only the truth. Remember that the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, ‘Truth is Salvation.’ You can save yourself from great worry by telling the truth. Truth will save your life.”
In those days there were no motors, buses or trains and the only means of travel was by camel, horse or on foot. It was often very dangerous because travellers were attacked by robbers. So they travelled together in large groups called caravans.
Luckily, there was a caravan going to Baghdad. The youth went with it. They travelled for some time until one day a band of robbers came down from the hills. The robbers began to steal all they could. One of the robbers took everything from the youth and asked him roughly if he had anything else. The boy calmly answered, “Yes, I have forty Ashrafis.” The robber said, “You must be joking!” The youth replied, “No, I am not.” Indeed, had his mother not told him to speak the truth! The robber stared at him as the boy carried on speaking, “I am travelling for a good cause. Those who go out to look for learning are walking towards Heaven. The angels will help them on their journey. I am going to be a learned man. I am a descendant of the Holy Prophet (pbuh). Telling lies does not befit me. What are forty Ashrafis that I should tell a lie in order to keep them? Not even if I were to be killed would I do this. A Muslim does not tell a lie but speaks the truth even in the face of fear and danger.”
While the youth was talking, another robber came up to him. He pushed him and said, “What have you got?” The boy replied, “Forty Ashrafis.” This prompt reply made the robber stop and think. Everyone except the boy, who remained completely unmoved, seemed to be lost in amazement or terror-stricken. Indeed he must not be joking. Puzzled, the robber took him to his leader.
“What is your name and town?” the leader asked.
“My name is Abdul Qadir and I come from Jilan,” the boy said.
“And where are you going?”
“What will you do in Baghdad?”
“I am going to be educated.”
“Well, well! Have you any money?”
“Yes sir, I have forty Ashrafis. Haven’t I already said so?”
“Where are they?” enquired the leader. He looked closely at the boy.
“Here, under my armpit,” the boy answered as he pointed to the lining in his sleeve. “My mother sewed them inside my coat.”
The leader laughed. “You must be very simple. You don’t tell people such things.”
“Muslims don’t tell lies,” the youth replied.
The leader raised his eyebrows. “The boy is not so simple after all,” he thought. “What great faith in Islam has this young lad! Without it he would not have told the truth. We make our children into clever liars, we tell lies ourselves day and night and destroy Allah’s creatures by making them hide the truth. This life is not worth living. This boy knows more of Allah’s wisdom than I, a grown man.”
He bent his head in shame. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He stood up, embraced the youth and asked his forgiveness.
Greatly surprised, the youth exclaimed, “Pray to Allah for forgiveness, for he expects His creatures to ask Him alone for His mercy.”
There, before him, the leader and his companions repented of all their sins and promised to live the lives of noble people, their first good action being that of returning all the stolen loot to the travellers.Top
very nice story thanks Marjan
Nice Story Marjan! Story of Great Muslims
Muadh ibn Jabal was a young man growing up in Yathrib as the light of guidance and truth began to spread over the Arabian peninsula. He was a handsome and imposing character with black eyes and curly hair and immediately impressed whoever he met. He was already distinguished for the sharpness of his intelligence among young men of his own age. The young Muadh became a Muslim at the hands of Musab ibn Umayr, the daiy (missionary) whom the Prophet had sent to Yathrib before the hijrah. Muadh was among the seventy-two Yathribites who journeyed to Makkah, one year before the hijrah, and met the Prophet at his house and later again in the valley of Mina, outside Makkah, at Aqabah.
Here the famous second Aqabah Pledge was made at which the new Muslims of Yathrib, including some women, vowed to support and defend the Prophet at any cost. Muadh was among those who enthusiastically clasped the hands of the blessed Prophet then and pledged allegiance to him.
As soon as Muadh returned to Madinah from Makkah, he and a few others of his age formed a group to remove and destroy idols from the houses of the mushrikeen in Yathrib. One of the effects of this campaign was that a prominent man of the city, Amr ibn al-Jumuh, became a Muslim.
When the noble Prophet reached Madinah, Muadh ibn Jabal stayed in his company as much as possible. He studied the Quran and the laws of Islam until he became one of the most well-versed of all the companions in the religion of Islam.
Wherever Muadh went, people would refer to him for legal judgments on matters over which they differed. This is not strange since he was brought up in the school of the Prophet himself and learnt as much as he could from him. He was the best pupil of the best teacher. His knowledge bore the stamp of authenticity. The best certificate that he could have received came from the Prophet himself when he said: “The most knowledgeable of my ummah in matters of Halal and haram is Muadh ibn Jabal.”
One of the greatest of Muadhs contributions to the ummah of Muhammad was that he was one of the group of six who collected the Quran during the lifetime of the Prophet, peace be upon him. Whenever a group of companions met and Muadh was among them, they would look at him with awe and respect on account of his knowledge. The Prophet and his two Khalitahs after him placed this unique gift and power in the service of Islam.
After the liberation of Makkah, the Quraysh became Muslims en masse. The Prophet immediately saw the need of the new Muslims for teachers to instruct them in the fundamentals of Islam and to make them truly understand the spirit and letter of its laws. He appointed Attab ibn Usay as his deputy in Makkah and he asked Muadh ibn Jabal to stay with him and teach people the Quran and instruct them in the religion.
Sometime after the Prophet had returned to Madinah, messengers of the kings of Yemen came to him announcing that they and the people of Yemen had become Muslims. They requested that some teachers should be with them to teach Islam to the people. For this task the Prophet commissioned a group of competent duat (missionaries) and made Muadh ibn Jabal their amir. He then put the following question to Muadh:
“According to what will you judge?”
“According to the Book of God,” replied Muadh.
“And if you find nothing therein?”
“According to the Sunnah of the Prophet of God.”
“And if you find nothing therein?”
“Then I will exert myself (exercise ijtihad) to form my own judgment.”
The Prophet was pleased with this reply and said: “Praise be to God Who has guided the messenger of the Prophet to that which pleases the Prophet.”
The Prophet personally bade farewell to this mission of guidance and light and walked for some distance alongside Muadh as he rode out of the city. Finally he said to him:
“O Muadh, perhaps you shall not meet me again after this year. Perhaps when you return you shall see only my mosque and my grave.” Muadh wept. Those with him wept too. A feeling of sadness and desolation overtook him as he parted from his beloved Prophet, peace and blessings of God be on him.
The Prophet’s premonition was correct. The eyes of Muadh never beheld the Prophet after that moment. The Prophet died before Muadh returned from the Yemen. There is no doubt that Muadh wept when he returned to Madinah and found there was no longer the blessed company of the Prophet.
During the caliphate of Umar, Muadh was sent to the Banu Kilab to apportion their stipends and to distribute the sadaqah of their richer folk among the poor. When he had done his duty, he returned to his wife with his saddle blanket around his neck, empty handed, and she asked him:
“Where are the gifts which commissioners return with for their families?” “I had an alert Supervisor who was checking over me,” he replied. “You were a trusted person with the messenger of God and with Abu Bakr. Then Umar came and he sent a supervisor with you to check on you!’ she exclaimed. She went on to talk about this to the women of Umar’s household and complained to them about it. The complaint eventually reached Umar, so he summoned Muadh and said:
“Did I send a supervisor with you to check on you?”
“No, Amir al-Mumineen,” he said, “But that was the only reason I could find to give her.” Umar laughed and then gave him a gift, saying, “I hope this pleases you.”
Also during the caliphate of Umar, the governor of Syria, Yazid ibn Abi Sufyan sent a message saying:
“O Amir al-Mumineen! The people of Syria are many. They fill the towns. They need people to teach them the Quran and instruct them in the religion.”
Umar thereupon summoned five persons who had collected the Quran in the lifetime of the Prophet, peace be upon him. They were Muadh ibn Jabal, Ubadah ibn asSamit, Abu Ayyub al-Ansari, Ubayy ibn Kab and Abu adDardaa. He said to them:
“Your brothers in Syria have asked me to help them by sending those who can teach them the Quran and instruct them in the religion. Please appoint three among you for this task and may God bless you. I can select three of you myself if you do not want to put the matter to the vote.”
“Why should we vote?” they asked. “Abu Ayyub is quite old and Ubayy is a sick man. That leaves three of us.” “All three of you go to Homs first of all. If you are satisfied with the condition of the people there, one of you should stay there, another should go to Damascus and the other to Palestine.”
So it was that Ubadah ibn as-Samit was left at Homs, Abu ad-Dardaa went to Damascus and Muadh went to Palestine. There Muadh fell ill with an infectious disease. As he was near to death, he turned in the direction of the Kabah and repeated this refrain: “Welcome Death, Welcome. A visitor has come after a long absence . . .” And looking up to heaven, he said: “O Lord, You know that I did not desire the world and to prolong my stay in it . . . O Lord, accept my soul with goodness as you would accept a believing soul…”
He then passed away, far from his family and his clan, a daiy in the service of God and a muhajir in His path.
The “Silent Love” Story was amazing….Love it!!!
I’m glad you like it Tamana Jan
A Beautiful Heart
The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more
beautiful your heart will be…..
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.
The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”
“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No Charge.
For all the nights filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge.
When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.”
And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
oh oh wowwwww wowwwwwww
this selfish selfish selfish this selfish person
i am soooooooo angryy at this story subhanAllah
WHAT ABOUT OMAR WHO WALK IN THE NIGHT WITH LIGHT . IS HE WAS AN IDIOT OR STUPID LIKE YOUR PIMP FATHER TA LIB MULLAH OMAR WHO NIGHTLY SLEEP TO0 BED OF YOUR MOTHER . EAT THE SIT OF CAMEL MOTHER CHOT WATAN FROSH .