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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Moral Stories</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/IslamicMoralStories" /><description>Bringing Light to your life...</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Ammar)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:43:51 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="islamicmoralstories" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><media:copyright>All Contents are copy righted to </media:copyright><media:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</media:keywords><itunes:owner><itunes:email>muneerpvin@gmail.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Abu Ammar</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle>moral stories</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>Moral stories to develop yourself and your childrens</itunes:summary><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">IslamicMoralStories</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>I have nothing left...</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-nothing-left.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 12:14:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-6704649875660431485</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626690538914615410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDcetNp3ewA/ThYFO9EOkHI/AAAAAAAADm4/Dgh8oyPMsh4/s320/positive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A man once telephoned Norman Vincent Peale. He was despondent and told the reverend that he had nothing left to live for. Norman Vincent Peale invited the man over to his office. "Everything is gone, hopeless," the man told him. "I'm living in deepest darkness. In fact, I've lost heart for living altogether."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Vincent Peale smiled sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's take a look at your situation," he said calmly. On a sheet of paper he drew a vertical line down the middle. He suggested that they list on the left side the things the man had lost, and on the right, the things he had left. "You won't need that column on the right side," said the man sadly. "I have nothing left, period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Vincent Peale asked, "When did your wife leave you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean? She hasn't left me. My wife loves me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" said Norman Vincent Peale enthusiastically. "Then that will be number one in the right-hand column - Wife hasn't left. Now, when were your children jailed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's silly. My children aren't in jail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good! That's number two in the right-hand column - Children not in jail," said Norman Vincent Peale, jotting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more questions in the same vein, the man finally got the point and smiled in spite of himself. "Funny, how things change when you think of them that way," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational Quote: "Be sure that you appreciate everything you've got; and be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational Quote: "It is not what you have but it is how you think has a profound effect on your life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-6704649875660431485?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Those stand-bearers of Unity and justice of God (though an insignificant minority in comparison to the swarms of idolaters who were bent upon maintaining statuesque in religion and social system) were confident that everyday their supporters were increasing and the rank of their adversaries was decreasing. They even hoped that soon the curtain of ignorance would be removed from the eyes of the non-believers and the whole tribe of Quraish would embrace Islam, casting away their idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance a rumor took wings in their locality in Abyssinia that the whole Quraish had been converted to Islam. Though the news was not confirmed, but the refugee's deep faith in their religion, and their strong expectation and hope in the ultimate victory of Islam led a group of them to return to Mecca without waiting for the confirmation of the news from reliable sources. One of them was Othman bin Madh'un, the well-known companion of the Prophet who was extra-ordinarily attached to the Holy Prophet, and was greatly respected by all Muslims. When he reached near Mecca, he realized that the news was not correct; on the contrary, Quraish had intensified the torture and oppression of the Muslims. He was in a bad fix: He could not return to Abyssinia, as it was far off; and if he entered Mecca, he would immediately become a target of the Quraish's torture. At last, an idea came into his mind. He thought of taking advantage of an Arabian custom by placing himself under the protection of one of the influential men of Quraish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Arab custom if a person would request an Arab for protection, he usually would grant his request and would protect him even at the cost of his own life. For an Arab, it was a shame if someone asked him for protection and he did not grant that request even though he might be his enemy. So Othman entered Mecca at mid-night and went straight to the house of Waleed son of Mughira Makhzumi, a distinguished wealthy and influential Quraishite. He asked for his protection, which was readily granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Waleed brought him to the Mosque and made a formal announcement before the elders of the tribe that from that moment Othman was under his protection, anyone doing anything against him would be considered going against Waleed personally. As Waleed was highly respected by Quraish, nobody dared to trouble Othman any more. He was now a protected person. He moved freely as one of the Quraish attending their sittings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, the persecution of other Muslims continued unabated. It was hard on Othman, who was not happy at being safe while his fellow Muslims continued to suffer. One day he thought to himself that it was not just on his part to be safe under the protection of a pagan whereas his brethren were being persecuted. He came to Waleed and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sincerely thankful to you. You gave me protection and saved me; but from today I want to go out from your protection, and join my friends. Let, whatever happens to them, happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nephew, perhaps you are not happy with me, or perhaps, my protection could not keep you safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, I am not unhappy at all. But I don't want to live any longer under protection of anyone except God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you have so decided, I would like you to come to the Mosque announce your going out from my protection, as I took you the first day there and announced your protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, no objection to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to the Mosque. When the elders had gathered, Waleed said: "Everybody should know that Othman has come here to announce his exit from my protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othman said: "He is right. I have come here with that very intention, and also to inform you that so long as I was under his protection, he protected me very well and I had no reason to complain. The reason for my going out from his protection is only that I don't like to live under the protection of anyone except God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the protective period came to end, and he lost his immunity from persecution. But he was still moving freely among Quraish as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Labeed bin Rabia, the well-known poet of Arabia came to Mecca to recite his Qasida (poem) which he had recently composed, and which is now considered as a masterpiece and classics of the pre-Islamic period of Arabic literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qasida begins with the following line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know (that Everything is null and void except God; nothing except Allah is Truth). The Prophet had said about this line, "It is the truest poem has ever composed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Labeed came, Quraish gathered to hear such a great poet. There was a pin-drop silence to hear a reputedly best work of Labeed. He started recitation with manifest pride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Know that everything is null and void except God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could recite the second line, Othman sitting in a corner said loudly: "Excellent, you have spoken the truth. It is the fact; everything except God is false." Labeed recited the second line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, without doubt all riches come to an end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othman cried, "But this is wrong. Not all riches are to come to an end. This is true only for the material riches of this world. The riches of the life hereafter are immortal and eternal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were surprised. No body had expected that a man who only a short while ago was under the protection of another person and who now had neither security of his life nor power of any wealth would dare criticizing a poet of Labeed's stature in the gathering of chiefs and elders of the Quraish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They requested Labeed to repeat the lines; the poet repeated the first line and again Othman said: "True, correct." But when Labeed repeated the second line, Othman again said: "Wrong. It is not true; the riches of that world are not perishable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Labeed himself felt most annoyed. He cried: "O people of Quraish! By God, your gatherings were not like this before. There were not such rude and discourteous persons among you. How is it that now among you I find such persons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man from the audience with the intention of pacifying him and making him to continue his recitation, said affably: "Please, don't be angry the talk of this man. He is crazy. And he is not alone. There is a group of some more crazy persons in this city. And they have the same belief as this fool. They have gone out from our religion and have chosen a new religion of their own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othman replied to that man forcefully. The man lost his temper; moved from his seat and slapped at the face of Othman, putting his full strength behind that slap. Othman got a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said to Othman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Othman! You did not appreciate the value of the protection of Waleed. Had you still been under his protection, your eye would not have become black."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The protection of God is safer and more dignified than the protection of any other person. So as far as my eye is concerned, the other eye also longs to attain the same honor in the way of Allah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waleed came forward and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Othman, I am ready to take you again under my protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But I have decided not to accept anyone's protection except that of God." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-2955769870700007577?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zwn00Sdnm6AieKNQpIYhGXxKmeo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zwn00Sdnm6AieKNQpIYhGXxKmeo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-07T23:02:48.958-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiXFupb9MSs/ThXpuAZNPKI/AAAAAAAADmw/ofhFsLw470c/s72-c/protection.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>For Sale at Dinar 300, but Buy it for Dinar 800</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-sale-at-dinar-300-but-buy-it-for.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 05:00:52 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-4609390100006674412</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554603998487811378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TRXq6DXUlTI/AAAAAAAADiQ/Nu-mdyp5UB4/s200/camel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayyidna Jareer ibn Abdullah, Radi-Allahu anhu, once sent his servant for buying a Camel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The servant made a deal for three hundred dirhams and brought the seller with him so he could be paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayyidna Jareer ibn Abdullah, Radi-Allahu anhu, looked at the Camel and realized that the seller had undervalued it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Would you sell it for four hundred?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he asked. The seller agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How about five hundred?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he continued his unusual "bargaining" and finally bought the Camel for eight hundred dirhams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was later asked why he did so. "The seller was not aware of the true value of this Camel, " he explained. "I have simply given him a fair price because I had promised to Prophet Muhammad, Sall-Allahu alayhi wa sallam, to always be sincere and well-wisher for every Muslim."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;قُل لاَّ يَسْتَوِي الْخَبِيثُ وَالطَّيِّبُ وَلَوْ أَعْجَبَكَ كَثْرَةُ الْخَبِيثِ فَاتَّقُواْ اللّهَ يَا أُوْلِي الأَلْبَابِ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُفْلِحُونَ&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HQ-5:100) (O Messenger!) Say to them: "The bad things and the good things are not equal, even though the abundance of the bad things might make you pleased with them. Men of understanding, beware of disobeying Allah; then maybe you will attain true success.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse enunciates a standard of evaluation and judgement quite distinct from the standards employed by superficial people. For the latter, for instance, a hundred dollars are worth more than five dollars, since a hundred is more than five. But, according to this verse, if those hundred dollars have been earned in a manner entailing the disobedience of God the entire amount becomes unclean. If, on the contrary, a man earns five dollars while obeying God then this amount is clean; and anything which is unclean, whatever its quantity, cannot be worth that which is clean. A drop of perfume is more valuable than a heap of filth; a palmful of clean water is much more valuable than a huge cauldron brimming with urine. A truly wise person should therefore necessarily be content with whatever he acquires by clean, permissible means, however small and humble its quantity may be. He should not reach out for what is prohibited, however large in quantity and glittering in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-4609390100006674412?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her unending love came through in her work and in her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was forever compassionate towards the loneliness felt by “wealthy” people, who on the surface had it all. She was also very concerned about the breakdown of families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a collection of her words which say it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents, parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Peace begins with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The success of love is in the loving - it is not in the result of loving. Of course it is natural in love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the value of what we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There is more hunger in the world for love and appreciation in this world than for bread. We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Good works are links that form a chain of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa’s message of love and hope lives on - it is now up to all of us to continue her work and make the world a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-8968826062994851262?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08XuKuT6OSoPvhsAci2FfRb-gVc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08XuKuT6OSoPvhsAci2FfRb-gVc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-25T04:35:16.511-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TRXkuyPZ6fI/AAAAAAAADiI/RclInJyHfrQ/s72-c/mt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Holy Gift</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-gift.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 22:27:22 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-349080373803078553</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524429081841657138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TKq2-vICZTI/AAAAAAAADgA/K1KAK4SFsMU/s200/quran.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Quran. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Quran?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Quran, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Quran and began to turn the pages&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...... “If you disclose your alms, even then it is well done, but if you keep them secret, and give them to the poor, then that is better still for you; and this wipes off from you some of your evil deeds”....&lt;/span&gt;As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Quran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;and the words...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? ...we are loossing lot of god package without proper identification.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral: We should not ignore worthy things in our life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-349080373803078553?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XgrG_rCL1CQZuOk5BkRcpJ23wZI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XgrG_rCL1CQZuOk5BkRcpJ23wZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-04T22:27:22.638-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TKq2-vICZTI/AAAAAAAADgA/K1KAK4SFsMU/s72-c/quran.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>GENEROSITY</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/generosity.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 22:06:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-8165974740850508697</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524423879549921282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TKqyP7FCKAI/AAAAAAAADf4/2m4lxn9BmXc/s200/gandhi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi went from city to city, village to village collecting funds for the Charkha Sangh. During one of his tours he addressed a meeting in Orissa. After his speech a poor old woman got up. She was bent with age, her hair was grey and her clothes were in tatters. The volunteers tried to stop her, but she fought her way to the place where Gandhiji was sitting. "I must see him," she insisted and going up to Gandhiji touched his feet. Then from the folds of her sari she brought out a copper coin and placed it at his feet. Gandhiji picked up the copper coin and put it away carefully. The Charkha Sangh funds were under the charge of Jamnalal Bajaj. He asked Gandhiji for the coin but Gandhiji refused. "I keep cheques worth thousands of rupees for the Charkha Sangh," Jamnalal Bajaj said laughingly "yet you won't trust me with a copper coin." "This copper coin is worth much more than those thousands," Gandhiji said. "If a man has several lakhs and he gives away a thousand or two, it doesn't mean much. But this coin was perhaps all that the poor woman possessed. She gave me all she had. That was very generous of her. What a great sacrifice she made. That is why I value this copper coin more than a crore of rupees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more INSPIRING STORIES FROM GANDHIJI'S LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-8165974740850508697?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rCwBZBF6Q4IDHLeQaxSzNqAcyZg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rCwBZBF6Q4IDHLeQaxSzNqAcyZg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-04T22:06:19.195-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TKqyP7FCKAI/AAAAAAAADf4/2m4lxn9BmXc/s72-c/gandhi.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Everything happens for a reason</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-happens-for-reason.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><category>POSITIVE</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 23:31:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-7697605978968475189</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TGeJzsWFMSI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ybseerUM62U/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 59px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505520590653829410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TGeJzsWFMSI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ybseerUM62U/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#274e13;"&gt;Once upon a time an African king who had a close friend that he grew with. The friend had a habit to face each situation that happened in its life (positive or negative) saying: "That is good! Almighty Allah knows more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#274e13;"&gt;The king and his friend one day left for a hunt. The friend loaded and prepared the weapons for the king. Apparently, the friend had made something missed in the preparation of one of the weapons, the king shot and it took his thumb away. When examining the situation, the friend observed as always: "That is good! Almighty Allah knows more". The king answered, "No, this is not good", he commanded the soldiers who arrested his friend and put him in the prison. After one year, the king was hunting in a region where, cannibals appeared, and captured the king and took him to their village. They tied his hands, and piled up the firewood. When the cannibals came closer to the fire they noticed that the king did not have the thumb. As they were superstitious, they never ate who had a part of his body missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#274e13;"&gt;Thus, after setting the king free, they banished him from the village. When the king arrived at its palace, remembered the incident about his thumb and felt remorse for the treatment given to his friend. Immediately, he pays a visit to the prisoner to speak with his friend. "You were right", said the king. "It was good that I lost my thumb". The king started to tell his friend everything that happened to him. "I am sorry that I have ordered you to prison for such a long period. It was a great mistake". "No", the friend said, "That was the good decision, because Almighty Allah knows more". "What do you mean by that? How it can be good decision? I ordered my best friend to prison?" The friend answered: "Remember that Almighty Allah knows more and if I was not in the prison certainly I would be with you in the hunt". Then you know what would have happened with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"He knows what is before them and what is behind them and to Allah are all affairs turned back". Noble Qur'an, Surah Al Hajj (22:76)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not judge the facts or events for the immediate results! Almighty Allah, the Highest, the Omniscient and the Wise, knows more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we faced by circumstances that are no good, we react quickly, "This is not good." but, perhaps we did not know the reason behind it. It can become a good thing also. Hence, from next time onward, when we face any type of situation. Let us not jump into any conclusion, always remember. This life is a test. The good and the bad, nothing happen without any reason. Our mind is not prepared to understand the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-7697605978968475189?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ClbeMHsHLllj1lxZ1XSRSCsaqfQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ClbeMHsHLllj1lxZ1XSRSCsaqfQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-14T23:31:49.376-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TGeJzsWFMSI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ybseerUM62U/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Advice from a Pencil Maker</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/advice-from-pencil-maker.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 01:24:39 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-2427669503004431455</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TEFol18kcVI/AAAAAAAADdg/luWPBDt5CyA/s320/pencil.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494788019714290002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One: “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in&lt;br /&gt;someone’s hand.”&lt;br /&gt;Two: “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you’ll need it to become a better pencil.”&lt;br /&gt;Three: “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”&lt;br /&gt;Four: “The most important part of you will always be what's inside.”&lt;br /&gt;And Five: “On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the&lt;br /&gt;condition, you must continue to write.”&lt;br /&gt;The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;One: “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God’s&lt;br /&gt;hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.”&lt;br /&gt;Two: “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various&lt;br /&gt;problems in life, but you’ll need it to become a stronger person.”&lt;br /&gt;Three: “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”&lt;br /&gt;Four: “The most important part of you will always be what’s on the inside.”&lt;br /&gt;And Five: “On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the&lt;br /&gt;situation, you must continue to do your duties.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only&lt;br /&gt;you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-2427669503004431455?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZ_Ep-fXvw6dSEtIpVaBdZ-ATq8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZ_Ep-fXvw6dSEtIpVaBdZ-ATq8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-17T01:24:39.290-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TEFol18kcVI/AAAAAAAADdg/luWPBDt5CyA/s72-c/pencil.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Mouse Trap</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/mouse-trap.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:48:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-6026071305418192068</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 71px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493294540632633426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwaR60AMFI/AAAAAAAADcY/wuyfGpHePiU/s320/mouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the pig and told him “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The pig sympathized, but said “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The cow said “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient. But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many! people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember: when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-6026071305418192068?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKz7SzMAkAvc7DkeD4lPimaKhSM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKz7SzMAkAvc7DkeD4lPimaKhSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T00:48:43.785-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwaR60AMFI/AAAAAAAADcY/wuyfGpHePiU/s72-c/mouse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Helpless Love</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/helpless-love.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>EMOTIONS</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:41:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-687701089203634887</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493292539598170338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwYdcYNaOI/AAAAAAAADcQ/kzJnyZiG2c4/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?” keep love the people around you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-687701089203634887?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l9urJHlGtSH-TVaM27j6Yfoz25o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l9urJHlGtSH-TVaM27j6Yfoz25o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T00:41:25.028-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwYdcYNaOI/AAAAAAAADcQ/kzJnyZiG2c4/s72-c/love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Face Difficulty Positively</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-difficulty-positively.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:28:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-3793320960035090967</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493289251640027426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwVeDx5qSI/AAAAAAAADcI/71m6N-mrEdg/s320/muls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This he did, blow after blow. “Shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up…shake it off and step up!” He repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought panic and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury him actually helped him . . . all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT’S LIFE! If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-3793320960035090967?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0YJHZ7j_pw6o3nyZV5DE1PDGzWQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0YJHZ7j_pw6o3nyZV5DE1PDGzWQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T00:28:06.923-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDwVeDx5qSI/AAAAAAAADcI/71m6N-mrEdg/s72-c/muls.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Positive thinking&amp;Team Spirit.</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/positive-thinking-spirit.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><category>POSITIVE</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 23:14:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-7732561498644648422</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491042949901404834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQaeFtJSqI/AAAAAAAADb4/InAjdJxbRb4/s320/team+spirit.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A man was lost while driving through the countryside. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn't injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491041851915834002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQZeLY_EpI/AAAAAAAADbw/wQ5t2UtE0vo/s320/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reddy can get you out of that ditch," said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, "Yep, old Reddy can do the job." The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pull, Amjed! Pull, Kishore! Pull, Anwar! Pull, Reddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, "Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer grinned and said, "Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he's part of a team, he doesn't mind pulling." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491043505358553602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQa-a8cwgI/AAAAAAAADcA/vCcfuMx5Clw/s320/can+do.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep your words positive, because your words become your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your actions positive, because your actions become your habits.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your habits positive, because your habits become your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your lifestyle positive, because your lifestyle becomes your destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-7732561498644648422?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNU5wOyu7gVpY79TjJOmXuwLQ_w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNU5wOyu7gVpY79TjJOmXuwLQ_w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-06T23:14:25.185-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQaeFtJSqI/AAAAAAAADb4/InAjdJxbRb4/s72-c/team+spirit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Why were women forbidden to marry more than one husband at a time?!</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-were-women-forbidden-to-marry-more.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 22:54:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-8063025927661498028</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491038610473152226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQWhgE07uI/AAAAAAAADbo/XXlKLe3bqkw/s320/hus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In a delightful report about how Imam Abu Hanifa received his name (his original name was Numan bin Thabit bin Zuta bin Mah), an account of why the wife is forbidden to take more than one husband is recounted. 'Abu Hanifa' is an unusual name because it means 'the father of Hanifah', and Hanifah was his daughter. It was not the custom in those days to do this. Normally, the name would be 'the father of the name of a son.' How this came about is quite edifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Imam Abu Hanifa was asked a question that, for the first time in his illustrious career, he was unable to answer. The question was, "Why were women forbidden to marry more than one husband at a time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, Abu Hanifa's daughter said that she knew the answer and would solve this question if her father would make a promise to her that if she succeeded in solving this problem, he would then assure her a place in history. Abu Hanifa agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gathered a group of women together and gave each of them a cup. Then she brought in a large bowl of milk and asked each of them to dip their cups in the milk and to fill their cups. They did so. She then asked them to pour back the milk into the bowl. They did this too. She then asked them to re-fill their cups taking back only their own milk that they had poured into the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, obviously, was impossible to do. Hanifah had clearly demonstrated the kind of predicament that would be created if a woman had several husbands. With more than one husband, if she were to become pregnant, she would have exceptional difficulties determining who the actual father was? Identifying parentage and lineage would then be insurmountable for the offspring. Imam Abu Hanifa was so pleased with her answer that he took the name 'Abu Hanifa', 'the father of Hanifah', so his daughter did indeed earn a place in history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-8063025927661498028?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vc-hJXt5s4Q0HoDqU0fuRvDC7bg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vc-hJXt5s4Q0HoDqU0fuRvDC7bg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-06T22:54:30.430-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQWhgE07uI/AAAAAAAADbo/XXlKLe3bqkw/s72-c/hus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Merchant and four wives</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/merchant-and-four-wives.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 22:43:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-387916932308828938</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491035671532042738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQT2bqqefI/AAAAAAAADbg/QYTSf7FplWM/s320/wives.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had four (4) wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you 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?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. 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." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-387916932308828938?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FM18n8cWcg3AGHwcLYMYkk4mb9Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FM18n8cWcg3AGHwcLYMYkk4mb9Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-06T22:43:00.913-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDQT2bqqefI/AAAAAAAADbg/QYTSf7FplWM/s72-c/wives.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Special Teacher</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/special-teacher.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>LOVE</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:58:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-1732102620197036862</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDB3VX_9YPI/AAAAAAAADbY/7BIhwJYDz-Q/s1600/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDB3VX_9YPI/AAAAAAAADbY/7BIhwJYDz-Q/s320/teacher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490019154867871986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Years ago a John Hopkin's professor gave a group of graduate students this assignment: Go to the slums. Take 200 boys, between the ages of 12 and 16, and investigate their background and environment. Then predict their chances for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students, after consulting social statistics, talking to the boys, and compiling much data, concluded that 90 percent of the boys would spend some time in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years later another group of graducate students was given the job of testing the prediction. They went back to the same area. Some of the boys - by then men - were still there, a few had died, some had moved away, but they got in touch with 180 of the original 200. They found that only four of the group had ever been sent to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it that these men, who had lived in a breeding place of crime, had such a surprisingly good record? The researchers were continually told: "Well, there was a teacher..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pressed further, and found that in 75 percent of the cases it was the same woman. The researchers went to this teacher, now living in a home for retired teachers. How had she exerted this remarkable influence over that group of children? Could she give them any reason why these boys should have remembered her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she said, "no I really couldn't." And then, thinking back over the years, she said musingly, more to herself than to her questioners: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I loved those boys...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Love is the best medicine to win mind of a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);   border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day's work.  It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-1732102620197036862?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TiFeTqijxo5IcorDDjhkqqd2aeo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TiFeTqijxo5IcorDDjhkqqd2aeo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T04:42:28.767-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBxr5SoLEI/AAAAAAAADbQ/zVYePKETOuY/s72-c/VIDEO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kpLDkWg5DA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" length="1097" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kpLDkWg5DA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" fileSize="1097" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>The Golden Ghoose</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/golden-ghoose.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>GOLDEN GHOOSE</category><category>VIDEO</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:43:28 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-8724282482561673265</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBtaVPCwrI/AAAAAAAADbI/jBGV7BjlJhw/s200/VIDEO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008244908901042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDtRmrdo-NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDtRmrdo-NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-8724282482561673265?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BHaQ4exQMatqpEm7RgUF4T8TUqI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BHaQ4exQMatqpEm7RgUF4T8TUqI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BHaQ4exQMatqpEm7RgUF4T8TUqI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BHaQ4exQMatqpEm7RgUF4T8TUqI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T04:43:28.317-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBtaVPCwrI/AAAAAAAADbI/jBGV7BjlJhw/s72-c/VIDEO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDtRmrdo-NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" length="1051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDtRmrdo-NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" fileSize="1051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:summary> </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>Arabic Alphabet Nasheed (Video)</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/arabic-alphabet-nasheed-video.html</link><category>ISLAMIC</category><category>VIDEO</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:44:18 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-1251115946654785855</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBrgKt7o0I/AAAAAAAADbA/XuQS4__N8FI/s200/VIDEO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006146141627202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI3oBB_n1AU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI3oBB_n1AU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-1251115946654785855?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_rqRY7YkIyhGPPOkLuHjHSmQk28/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_rqRY7YkIyhGPPOkLuHjHSmQk28/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_rqRY7YkIyhGPPOkLuHjHSmQk28/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_rqRY7YkIyhGPPOkLuHjHSmQk28/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T04:44:18.268-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBrgKt7o0I/AAAAAAAADbA/XuQS4__N8FI/s72-c/VIDEO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI3oBB_n1AU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" length="1056" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI3oBB_n1AU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" fileSize="1056" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:summary> </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>Story of Zam Zam-Cartoon Video</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-of-zam-zam-cartoon-video.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>ISLAMIC</category><category>VIDEO</category><category>ZAMZAM</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:06:27 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-7951267775815074016</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBq08lLKqI/AAAAAAAADa4/mbDacnyqHN0/s200/VIDEO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490005403612424866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="4255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzHX8SlJkoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzHX8SlJkoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-7951267775815074016?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A3Us5EChn9v6KP7JpcWLfZir89s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A3Us5EChn9v6KP7JpcWLfZir89s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A3Us5EChn9v6KP7JpcWLfZir89s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A3Us5EChn9v6KP7JpcWLfZir89s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T04:06:27.934-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TDBq08lLKqI/AAAAAAAADa4/mbDacnyqHN0/s72-c/VIDEO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzHX8SlJkoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" length="1056" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzHX8SlJkoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" fileSize="1056" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:summary> </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>$20 Bill</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/06/20-bill.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 02:24:13 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-3826797088760285018</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487010130498464914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TCXGpGtUrJI/AAAAAAAADZ0/p04nKf9ON6A/s320/imagesCA0VLTB1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value in God's eyes. To Him, dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-3826797088760285018?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8v0F7U5Arif8ey0NCGFq9maL5A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8v0F7U5Arif8ey0NCGFq9maL5A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8v0F7U5Arif8ey0NCGFq9maL5A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8v0F7U5Arif8ey0NCGFq9maL5A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-26T02:24:13.421-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TCXGpGtUrJI/AAAAAAAADZ0/p04nKf9ON6A/s72-c/imagesCA0VLTB1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Just Five More Minutes...</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-five-more-minutes.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>INSPIRATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:50:18 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-7731056733196831488</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5514210294227722426"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/TCBq_kY9LWI/AAAAAAAADXk/12YNH_wfE3E/s200/cyle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485501986469916002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;While at the park one day, man sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s my son over there,” he said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bicycle in the white dress.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Mariyam ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariyam  pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man nodded and Mariyam continued to ride her bicycle  to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Mariyam pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and said, “OK.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ you certainly are a patient father,” the man responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Arafat was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bicycle  near here. I never spent much time with Arafat and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Mariyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bicycle. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?&lt;br /&gt;Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-7731056733196831488?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3rKdm9zQWtMzeRt_Bji1mq5l8Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3rKdm9zQWtMzeRt_Bji1mq5l8Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T01:45:26.447-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=notimetoconfess-100615034120-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=no-time-to-confess" length="120402" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=notimetoconfess-100615034120-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=no-time-to-confess" fileSize="120402" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:author>Abu Ammar</itunes:author><itunes:keywords>moralstories,islamic,stories,kids,morality</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>From the Life of Thomas Edison</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-life-of-thomas-edison.html</link><category>INSPIRATION</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 23:58:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-248674429271664769</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vJHAINLDI/AAAAAAAADRo/GX0jPK3IuSc/s1600/edison1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466183694874913842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vJHAINLDI/AAAAAAAADRo/GX0jPK3IuSc/s200/edison1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, "All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vMyqDdJ4I/AAAAAAAADRw/K1b74zYoVSo/s1600/bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466187743398537090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vMyqDdJ4I/AAAAAAAADRw/K1b74zYoVSo/s200/bulb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison replied very confidently, "Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We now that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good light bulb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Motivational Quote: "If you learn from your mistakes then you are intelligent. But if you learn from someone's mistakes, then you are a Genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Thomas was 4 he was sent home from school with a note. The note told his mother that he was to remove his son from school because he was "too stupid to learn". Thomas' mother decided to teach him herself. He only had 3 months of formal schooling yet went on to create numerous inventions like the phonograph. He was also partially deaf in one ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Inspirational Quote: Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines practiced daily and failure is nothing more than a small few errors repeated daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“And we will most certainly test you with what you fear, and hunger, and loss of property and lives. Therefore, give good news to the patient?” (Holy Quran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3575281-8");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-248674429271664769?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7DWWmI7cLMeTnpDtNEBfytokAyg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7DWWmI7cLMeTnpDtNEBfytokAyg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-30T23:58:19.870-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vJHAINLDI/AAAAAAAADRo/GX0jPK3IuSc/s72-c/edison1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Happiness is  something you create</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness-is-not-something-you-find-its.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><category>MOTIVATION</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 23:08:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-1137726878340236655</guid><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vBOCn81cI/AAAAAAAADRg/ziz_MrjnU1o/s1600/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466175019710993858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vBOCn81cI/AAAAAAAADRg/ziz_MrjnU1o/s200/eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?" "Potatoes, eggs and coffee," she hastily replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noted that they were soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, what does this mean?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which one are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational Quote: "Happiness is not something you find, it's something you create."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational Quote: "Smile in pleasure, smile in pain; Smile when trouble pours like rain; Smile when someone hurts you, Smile coz someone cares for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) Say’s: “You cannot treat people by means of your wealth; hence, you should treat them by means of your moral conduct”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-1137726878340236655?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0Pe2pfWbmTOzeqBoFj8hx4E1X0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0Pe2pfWbmTOzeqBoFj8hx4E1X0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-30T23:08:23.526-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/S9vBOCn81cI/AAAAAAAADRg/ziz_MrjnU1o/s72-c/eggs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>A TRAIN JOURNEY</title><link>http://moral-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-journey.html</link><category>MORAL LESSONS</category><author>muneerpvin@gmail.com (Abu Ammar)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 21:53:05 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514210294227722426.post-5951875209625337647</guid><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419786173154305890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/Szbyzylvp2I/AAAAAAAADJ4/rXZNqIonX1w/s200/imagesCAY9263J.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. Train is&lt;br /&gt;about to leave the station. All passengers are settling down their seat. As&lt;br /&gt;train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity. He was&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the window side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all&lt;br /&gt;trees are going behind". Old man smile and admired son feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/SzbyioLUBmI/AAAAAAAADJo/NfMKQ7ZJuaY/s1600-h/imagesCAR0BR2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419786069668982546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyJTuoMrZQ8/SzbytxE67xI/AAAAAAAADJw/Y4jFmcMIS98/s200/imagesCAR0BR2A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all the conversion&lt;br /&gt;between father and son. They were little awkward with the attitude of 25&lt;br /&gt;years old man behaving like a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond and animals. Clouds&lt;br /&gt;are moving with train". Couple was watching the young man in&lt;br /&gt;embarrassingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the young man's hand.&lt;br /&gt;He filled with joy and he closed the eyes. He shouted again," Papa it's&lt;br /&gt;raining, water is touching me, see papa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man. "Why don't you visit&lt;br /&gt;the Doctor and get treatment for your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man said, "Yes, We are coming from the hospital as Today only my son&lt;br /&gt;got his eye sight for first time in his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral: "Don't draw conclusions until you know all the facts".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514210294227722426-5951875209625337647?l=moral-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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