Bismillah
Every Friday afternoon,after the jumma prayers,the Imam and his 11 yr old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon,as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with thier booklets,it was very cold outside,as well as pouring rain.The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said,'ok, dad ,I m ready!'His dad asked,'ready for what?' 'Dad,its time we go out and distribute these islamic books'.
Dad responds,'son,its very cold outside and its pouring rain.' The boy gives his Dad a surprise look,asking ,'But Dad ,arent people going to hell,even though it's raining?'
Dad ansswers,'son,I m not going out in this weather'.
Respondently,the boy asks,'Dad, Can i go please? His father hesitated for a moment then said,'son,you can go.Here r the booklets.Be careful son.'Thanks Dad!'
And with that,he was off and out into the rain.This 11yr old boywalked the streets of the town going door to door and handling everybody he met in the street a phamplet and a booklet.After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking,bone chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET.He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.Then he turned towards the first home he saw and started up the side walk to the front door and rang the bell,ut nobody answered...He rang it again and again but still no one answered.He waited but still no answer.
Finally he returned to leave,but something stopped him.Again he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.He waited ,something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked,"What can i do for u,son?"With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world,this little boy said.'Ma'am,I m sorry if i disturbed you,but i just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES YOU AND CARES FOR YOU and i i came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God,the purpose of Creation,and how to achieve His Pleasure.'With that,he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.She called to him as he departed.'Thank You,son! And God Bless you!'
Next week on Friday after the juma prayers,the Imam was giving some lectures.As he concludes,he asked,'Does anybody have questions or want to say something?'Slowly,in the back roe among the ladies,an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.'No one in this gathering knows me.I ve never been here before.You see,last friday I was not a muslim,and thought I could be.My husband died few years ago,leaving me totally alone in this world..
Last Friday,being a particularly cold and rainy day,i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.So i took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home..I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.Standing on that chair,so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off,when suddenly the loud ringingof my doorbell downstairs startled me.
I thought,I'll wait a minute,and whoever is it will go away.I waited anad waited,but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and insistent,and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...I thought to myself again,'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or come to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door,all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When i opened the door and looked i could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy i had ever seen in my life.
His SMILE,oh, I could never describe to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed ith a cherub-like voice,'Ma'am,I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES YOU !' Then he gave me this booklet,Path to paradise'that i now have in my hand. As the lilltle angel disappeared back in to the cold and rain,I closed y door and read slowly every word of this book.Then I went to my attic to get My rope and chair.I wouldnt be needing them any more.you see?
I m now happy vicegerent of the One True God.Since the addres of your congregation was stamped on the back of this book,I have to come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by doing so,spared my hell.' There was not a dry eye in the mosque.The shouts of TAKBIR..ALLAH AKBAR...rented the air.
Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the lilltle angel was seated.....He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment,and probably this universe has never seen a farther that was more filled with love and honor for his son...Except for One.
This very One...Blessed are your,for reading this message.Don't let this message die,read it again and pass it on to others and try to be like the boy in this story.Acquire the knowledge and Convey the Deen to the people whoever you know.Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's Message CAN make the difference in life of someone close to you.
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Every Friday afternoon,after the jumma prayers,the Imam and his 11 yr old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon,as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with thier booklets,it was very cold outside,as well as pouring rain.The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said,'ok, dad ,I m ready!'His dad asked,'ready for what?' 'Dad,its time we go out and distribute these islamic books'.
Dad responds,'son,its very cold outside and its pouring rain.' The boy gives his Dad a surprise look,asking ,'But Dad ,arent people going to hell,even though it's raining?'
Dad ansswers,'son,I m not going out in this weather'.
Respondently,the boy asks,'Dad, Can i go please? His father hesitated for a moment then said,'son,you can go.Here r the booklets.Be careful son.'Thanks Dad!'
Finally he returned to leave,but something stopped him.Again he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.He waited ,something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked,"What can i do for u,son?"With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world,this little boy said.'Ma'am,I m sorry if i disturbed you,but i just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES YOU AND CARES FOR YOU and i i came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God,the purpose of Creation,and how to achieve His Pleasure.'With that,he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.She called to him as he departed.'Thank You,son! And God Bless you!'
Next week on Friday after the juma prayers,the Imam was giving some lectures.As he concludes,he asked,'Does anybody have questions or want to say something?'Slowly,in the back roe among the ladies,an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.'No one in this gathering knows me.I ve never been here before.You see,last friday I was not a muslim,and thought I could be.My husband died few years ago,leaving me totally alone in this world..
Last Friday,being a particularly cold and rainy day,i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.So i took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home..I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.Standing on that chair,so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off,when suddenly the loud ringingof my doorbell downstairs startled me.
When i opened the door and looked i could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy i had ever seen in my life.
His SMILE,oh, I could never describe to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed ith a cherub-like voice,'Ma'am,I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES YOU !' Then he gave me this booklet,Path to paradise'that i now have in my hand. As the lilltle angel disappeared back in to the cold and rain,I closed y door and read slowly every word of this book.Then I went to my attic to get My rope and chair.I wouldnt be needing them any more.you see?
I m now happy vicegerent of the One True God.Since the addres of your congregation was stamped on the back of this book,I have to come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by doing so,spared my hell.' There was not a dry eye in the mosque.The shouts of TAKBIR..ALLAH AKBAR...rented the air.
Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the lilltle angel was seated.....He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment,and probably this universe has never seen a farther that was more filled with love and honor for his son...Except for One.
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