<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179</id><updated>2024-10-25T01:41:49.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-625640429803949047</id><published>2011-10-11T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:59:55.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brother Like That</title><content type='html'>Shuaib received an automobile from his brother as an Eid present. On Eid
 day when Shuaib came out of his house, a street urchin was walking 
around the shiny new car, admiring it. &quot;Is this your car, Uncle?&quot; he 
asked. Shuaib nodded. &quot;My brother gave it to me for Eid.&quot; The boy was 
astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn&#39;t 
cost you nothing? Boy, I wish...&quot; He hesitated. Of course Shuaib knew 
what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother 
like that. But what the lad said jarred Shuaib all the way down to his 
heels. &quot;I wish,&quot; the boy went on, &quot;that I could be a brother like that.&quot;
 Shuaib looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, 
&quot;Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?&quot; &quot;Oh yes, I&#39;d love 
that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes 
aglow, said, &quot;Uncle, would you mind driving in front of my house?&quot; 
Shuaib smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He 
wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big 
automobile. But Shuaib was wrong again. &quot;Will you stop where those two 
steps are?&quot; the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while 
Shuaib heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was 
carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom 
step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There
 it is, little brother, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave 
it to him for Eid and it didn&#39;t cost him a penny. And some day I&#39;m gonna
 give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the 
pretty things in the Shop windows that I&#39;ve been trying to tell you 
about.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuaib got out and lifted the boy to the front seat of 
his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the 
three of them began a memorable ride. That Eid, Shuaib learned what the 
RasulAllah (salAllahu alayhi wasalam) meant when he had said: &quot;love for 
your brother what you love for yourself&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/625640429803949047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/brother-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/625640429803949047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/625640429803949047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/brother-like-that.html' title='A Brother Like That'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-7780308608977763911</id><published>2011-10-11T03:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:58:48.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guard Who Found Islam</title><content type='html'>By Dan Ephron - NEWSWEEK&lt;br /&gt;From the magazine issue dated Mar 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army
 specialist Terry Holdbrooks had been a guard at Guantanamo for about 
six months the night he had his life-altering conversation with detainee
 590, a Moroccan also known as &quot;the General.&quot; This was early 2004, about
 halfway through Holdbrooks&#39;s stint at Guantanamo with the 463rd 
Military Police Company. Until then, he&#39;d spent most of his day shifts 
just doing his duty. He&#39;d escort prisoners to interrogations or walk up 
and down the cellblock making sure they weren&#39;t passing notes. But the 
midnight shifts were slow. &quot;The only thing you really had to do was mop 
the center floor,&quot; he says. So Holdbrooks began spending part of the 
night sitting cross-legged on the ground, talking to detainees through 
the metal mesh of their cell doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He developed a strong 
relationship with the General, whose real name is Ahmed Errachidi. Their
 late-night conversations led Holdbrooks to be more skeptical about the 
prison, he says, and made him think harder about his own life. Soon, 
Holdbrooks was ordering books on Arabic and Islam. During an evening 
talk with Errachidi in early 2004, the conversation turned to the 
shahada, the one-line statement of faith that marks the single 
requirement for converting to Islam (&quot;There is no God but God and 
Muhammad is his prophet&quot;). Holdbrooks pushed a pen and an index card 
through the mesh, and asked Errachidi to write out the shahada in 
English and transliterated Arabic. He then uttered the words aloud and, 
there on the floor of Guantanamo&#39;s Camp Delta, became a Muslim.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7780308608977763911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/guard-who-found-islam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7780308608977763911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7780308608977763911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/guard-who-found-islam.html' title='The Guard Who Found Islam'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-8877012310073871974</id><published>2011-10-11T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:58:21.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junaid Baghdadi and Love for Allah</title><content type='html'>Once at the time of Hajj, there was a gathering in Mecca of some friends
 of Allah; the youngest among whom was Junaid Baghdadi (ra). In that 
gathering, there was a discussion on the subject of &#39;Love for Allah&#39; and
 as to who is the lover of Allah. Many of them expressed their views on 
the subject, but Junaid (ra) kept quiet. He was pressed to say 
something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his head bowed down and tears in his eyes, he 
said, &quot;The lover of Allah is he who forgets his own self, remains 
engaged in Allah&#39;s remembrance with due regard to all its requirements; 
sees Allah with the eyes of his heart, which is burnt by the heat of 
Allah&#39;s fear; Allah&#39;s remembrance affects him like a cup of wine, he 
speaks the word of Allah as if All-Mighty Allah speaks through his 
mouth; if he moves, he does so under the command of Allah; he gets peace
 of mind only through the obedience of Allah; and when such a stage is 
reached, his eating, drinking, sleeping, awakening and, in short, all 
his actions are for the pleasure of Allah; he neither pays heed to the 
worldly customs, nor does he attach any importance to unfriendly 
criticism by people.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8877012310073871974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/junaid-baghdadi-and-love-for-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/8877012310073871974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/8877012310073871974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/junaid-baghdadi-and-love-for-allah.html' title='Junaid Baghdadi and Love for Allah'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-7784082653900651118</id><published>2011-10-11T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:57:53.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pious Man and the Shopkeeper</title><content type='html'>There lived a pious man all by himself, who spent most of his time in 
praying, fasting and praising Allah. Almost all his waking hours were 
utilised in meditation and devotions. He was very happy with his 
spiritual progress. No wicked thoughts came to his mind and no evil 
temptations entered his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, he dreamt a rather 
disturbing dream. He saw that a shopkeeper in the town was far superior 
to him in spirituality and that he must go to him to learn the basics of
 true spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the pious man went in 
search of the shopkeeper. He found him busy with his customers, selling 
goods and collecting money with a cheerful face. He sat there in a 
corner of the shop and watched the shopkeeper carefully. No signs of any
 spiritual life at all, he said to himself. His dream could not be true.
 But then he saw the shopkeeper disappear to pray his Salah. When he 
returned, he was busy dealing with money matters again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper noticed the pious man sitting in the corner and asked: &quot;As Salamu Alaikum, would you like something, brother?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Wa
 Alaikum As Salam.  Oh! No! No!&quot; said the pious man. &quot;I don&#39;t want to 
buy anything, but I want to ask you a question.&quot; He then related his 
dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, that is very simple to explain,&quot; said the 
shopkeeper, &quot;but you will have to do something for me before I answer 
your question.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will do anything for you,&quot; replied the pious man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All
 right! Take this saucer; there is some mercury in it. Go to the other 
end of the street and come back fast within half an hour. If the mercury
 falls out of the saucer, you will hear nothing from me. There you go 
now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pious man took the saucer and started running. The 
mercury nearly wobbled out of the saucer. He saved it just in time, and 
slowed down. Then he remembered he had to return within half an hour, so
 he started walking at a fast pace. At long last he returned puffing and
 panting. &quot;Here is your mercury, safe and sound,&quot; he told the 
shopkeeper. &quot;Now tell me the true interpretation of my dream.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The
 shopkeeper looked at the pious man&#39;s weary condition and asked him: 
&quot;Well, friend, how many times did you remember Allah while you were 
going from this end of the street to the other?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Remember Allah!&quot; exclaimed the pious man. &quot;I did not remember Him at all. I was so worried about the mercury in the saucer.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But
 I do remember Him all the time,&quot; said the shopkeeper. &quot;When I am doing 
my business, I am also carrying mercury in a saucer. I am fair, honest 
and kind to my customers. I never forget Allah Ta&#39;ala in my dealings 
with other men.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Men whom neither trade nor sale (business) 
diverts from the remembrance of Allaah (with heart and tongue) nor from 
performing As‑Salaah (Iqaamat‑as‑Salaah) nor from giving the Zakaah. 
They fear a Day when hearts and eyes will be overturned (out of the 
horror of the torment of the Day of Resurrection). That Allaah may 
reward them according to the best of their deeds, and add even more for 
them out of His Grace. And Allaah provides without measure to whom He 
wills&quot; [Al Quran, Surah an-Noor 24:37-38]&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7784082653900651118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/pious-man-and-shopkeeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7784082653900651118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7784082653900651118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/pious-man-and-shopkeeper.html' title='The Pious Man and the Shopkeeper'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-4733278092912265335</id><published>2011-10-11T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:56:18.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emperor and the Seed</title><content type='html'>An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to 
choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his 
children, he decided something different. He called young people in the 
kingdom together one day. He said, &quot;It is time for me to step down and 
choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The
 kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. &quot;I am going to give each 
one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the 
seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have
 grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, 
and the one I choose will be the next emperor!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One boy named 
Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He 
went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a 
pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully.
 Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After 
about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their 
seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling kept 
checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks 
went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants 
but Ling didn&#39;t have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months 
went by-still nothing in Ling&#39;s pot. He just knew he had killed his 
seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had 
nothing. Ling didn&#39;t say anything to his friends, however. He just kept 
waiting for his seed to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year finally went by and all the 
youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for 
inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn&#39;t going to take an empty 
pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but 
he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When 
Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other 
youths. They were beautiful-in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty 
pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt 
sorry for him and just said, &quot;Hey nice try.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the emperor 
arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just 
tried to hide in the back. &quot;My, what great plants, trees and flowers you
 have grown,&quot; said the emperor. &quot;Today, one of you will be appointed the
 next emperor!&quot; All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of
 the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the 
front. Ling was terrified. &quot;The emperor knows I&#39;m a failure! Maybe he 
will have me killed!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ling got to the front, the Emperor 
asked his name. &quot;My name is Ling,&quot; he replied. All the kids were 
laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet 
down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, &quot;Behold your 
new emperor! His name is Ling!&quot; Ling couldn&#39;t believe it. Ling couldn&#39;t 
even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor 
said, &quot;One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to 
take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I 
gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling,
 have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the 
seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave 
you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a 
pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new 
emperor!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet taught, &quot;Truthfulness leads to 
righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise. And a man keeps on 
telling the truth until he becomes a truthful person. Falsehood leads to
 Al-Fajur (i.e. wickedness, evil-doing), and Al-Fajur (wickedness) leads
 to the (Hell) Fire, and a man may keep on telling lies till he is 
written before Allah, a liar.&quot; [Sahih al-Bukhari, Vol. 8:116] </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4733278092912265335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/emperor-and-seed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4733278092912265335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4733278092912265335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/emperor-and-seed.html' title='The Emperor and the Seed'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-7717843406128216206</id><published>2011-10-11T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:55:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Thank Allah for Your Eyesight?</title><content type='html'>A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He 
held up a sign which said: &quot;I am blind, please help.&quot; There were only a 
few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins 
from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, 
turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that 
everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat 
began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. 
That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things 
were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, &quot;Were you the one who 
changed my sign this morning? What did you write?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, &quot;I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he had written was: &quot;Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of
 course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign 
simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so 
lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second 
sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It is He, Who has created for you (the 
sense of) hearing (ears), sight (eyes), and hearts (understanding). 
Little thanks you give.&quot; [surah  Al-Mu&#39;minun; 78]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7717843406128216206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-you-thank-allah-for-your-eyesight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7717843406128216206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/7717843406128216206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-you-thank-allah-for-your-eyesight.html' title='Did You Thank Allah for Your Eyesight?'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-3422242141572272031</id><published>2011-10-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:46:48.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Camels</title><content type='html'>
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In the times of Umar (Radiallahu Anhu) 
there was a severe famine. All the people of Madinah were suffering due 
to the shortage of food. A caravan made up of a thousand camels loaded 
with a large stock of food grains belonging to Uthman (Radiallahu Anhu) 
arrived from Shaam (Syria). Several merchants offered to buy all of it. 
He asked them what profit they would pay. &quot;Five per cent,&quot; they said. He
 answered that he could get higher profit than that. They began to argue
 with him, saying that they did not know of any merchant who would offer
 him more than their quote. He said to them, &quot;I know of one who repays a
 profit of more than seven hundred to a dirham (Arabian currency).&quot; He 
then recited the verse of the Noble Quran in which Allah Ta&#39;ala 
mentioned this profit. &quot;The likeness of those who spend their wealth in 
the Way of Allah, is as the likeness of a grain (of corn); it grows 
seven ears, and each ear has a hundred grains. Allah gives manifold 
increase to whom He pleases. And Allah is All-Sufficient for His 
creatures&#39; needs, All-Knower.&quot; (2:261).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;O traders! Bear witness with me that I donate all this to the poor people of Madinah!&quot; said Uthman (Radiallahu Anhu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Related by Shaikh Habibullah Mukhtaar in his book &quot;Bringing Up Children in Islaam&quot; in the chapter of Generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear
 readers, what ever we give for the sake of Allah is really ours and 
whatever we keep with us will one day be someone else&#39;s. Let us follow 
the footsteps of our Prophet and the pious Sahabah, with whom Allah was 
pleased with, by helping the needy ones in this blessed month of 
Ramadan.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3422242141572272031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/thousand-camels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3422242141572272031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3422242141572272031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/thousand-camels.html' title='A Thousand Camels'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-443338302777007830</id><published>2011-10-08T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:58:06.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Wealth</title><content type='html'>One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the 
country with the purpose of showing his son how the poor people live so 
he could be thankful for his wealth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?” “It was great, Dad.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked. “Oh yeah” said the son. “So what did you&lt;br /&gt;
learn from the trip?” asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they&lt;br /&gt;
have a creek that has no end.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We have imported lanterns in our&lt;br /&gt;
garden and they have the stars at night.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Our patio reaches to the&lt;br /&gt;
front yard and they have the whole horizon.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We have a small&lt;br /&gt;
piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our&lt;br /&gt;
sight.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We have walls around&lt;br /&gt;
our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”&lt;br /&gt;
With this the boy’s father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then his son added, “Thanks dad for showing me how&lt;br /&gt;
poor we are.”
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/443338302777007830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-wealth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/443338302777007830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/443338302777007830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-wealth.html' title='True Wealth'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-369466293004463907</id><published>2011-10-08T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:57:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;There was once a man who was an enemy to Islam. He had three famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;questions
 that no person could answer. No Islamic scholar in Baghdad  could 
answer his three questions...thus he made fun of Islam in public.  He 
constantly ridiculed Islam and the Muslims. One day a small boy,  who`s 
age was 10, came along and heard the man yelling and screaming at  
Muslims in the street. He was challenging people openly to answer the  
three questions.&lt;br /&gt;
The boy stood quietly and watched. He then decided  that he would 
challenge the man. He walked up and told the man, &quot;I will  accept your 
challenge&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man laughed at the boy and  ridiculed the Muslims even more by 
saying, &quot;A ten year old boy  challenges me. Is this all you people have 
to offer!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the  boy patiently reiterated his stance. He would challenge the 
man, and  with Allah`s help and guidance, he would put this to an end. 
The man  finally accepted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The entire city gathered around a small  &quot;hill&quot; where open addresses 
were usually made. The man climbed to the  top, and in a loud voice 
asked his first question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What is your God doing right now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The small boy thought for a little while and then told the man to climb 
 down the hill and to allow him to go up in order to address the  
question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man says &quot;What? You want me to come down?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy says, &quot;Yes. I need to reply, right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man made his way down and the small boy, age 10, with his little feet made his way up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This small child`s reply was &quot;Oh Allah Almighty! You be my witness in  
front of all these people. You have just willed that a Kafir be brought 
 down to a low level, and that a Muslim be brought to a high level!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt; The crowd cheered and screamed &quot;Takbir&quot;....&quot;Allah-hu-akba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;word_break&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r!!!​&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man was humiliated, but he boldly asked his Second question... &quot;What existed before your God?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The small child thought and thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then he asked the man to count backwards. &quot;Count from 10 backwards.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man counted...&quot;10, 9 ,8 , 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy asked, &quot;What comes before 0 ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man: &quot;I don`t know...nothing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy: &quot;Exactly. Nothing was before Allah, for He is eternal and absolute.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt; The crowd cheered again....&quot;Takbir!&quot;....&quot;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;word_break&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah-h​u-akbar!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man, now completely frustrated, asked his final question. &quot;In which direction is your Allah facing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy thought and thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He then asked for a candle. A candle was brought to him. The blessed child handed it to the man and asked him to light it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man did so and remarked, &quot;What is this supposed to prove?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The young boy asked, &quot;In which direction is light from the candle going?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man responded, &quot;It is going in all directions.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy: &quot;You have answered your own question. Allah`s light (noor)  
goes in all directions. He is everywhere. There is no where that He  
cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt; &quot;The crowd cheered again....&quot;Takbir!&quot;....&quot;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;word_break&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah-h​u-akbar!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man was so impressed and so moved by the boy`s knowledge and  
spirituality, that he embraced Islam and became a student of the young  
boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So ended the debate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who was the young boy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The young boy was one of our leaders and one of the greatest scholars, Imam Abu Hanîfa (May Allah bless him&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/369466293004463907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/369466293004463907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/369466293004463907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-5433834927314015200</id><published>2011-10-08T01:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:57:00.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Position Of A Mother</title><content type='html'>There  was a young man, before he was a Muslim; he lived with his mother
 until  he was about 18 years old. Then he moved out of his home and 
lived in a  different place on his own. During those days, he met some 
Muslims and  became very close friend to them.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually he himself became a Muslim after learning about the beautiful
  religion of Islam from them. He made an effort every day to learn more
  and more about Islam. One day, he came to learn about the benefits of 
 being good to one’s parents. After knowing this, he decided to visit 
his  mother whom he did not visit for many years. He bought some flowers
 and  fruits for her on his way. His mother was very pleased to see him 
after  so long. He started spending lots of time with his mother on a 
regular  basis. During his visits, he would stare at his mother and 
tears would  roll down from his eyes. The mother noticed this happening 
many times  and asked him one day the reason, why he visits her so much 
all of a  sudden and why he cries. He told her about how he became a 
Muslim and  that the position of a mother in Islam is very high.&lt;br /&gt;
He also told her about the reward he gets for looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;
But while looking at her, he cries because the mother is not a Muslim  
and would not be able to save herself if she dies in this state. The  
mother immediately recognized the beauty of Islam and became a Muslim. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5433834927314015200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/position-of-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/5433834927314015200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/5433834927314015200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/position-of-mother.html' title='Position Of A Mother'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-3478108590032454759</id><published>2011-10-08T01:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:56:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imam Hadi&#39;s (A.S.) Wisdom</title><content type='html'>During the Caliphate of Mutawakkil, a lady claimed that she was Zainub the daughter of Fatima.&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;Many long years have passed since that period when Zainub lived and you are quite young.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
She replied, &quot;Yes, but the Prophet (P.B.U.H.) drew his hand upon my head
  and prayed for me to remain young for ever. As such, after every forty
  years I turn back to become young.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mutawakkil called upon all the wise men to visit him and enquired from  
them, &quot;What you say about the claim of this women “All of them said,”she
  tells a lie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mutawakkil said, &quot;I know that she is lying, but what proof and logic do you have to condemn her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
They said, &quot;We do not know, Imam Hadi (A.S.) should solve this problem.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mutawakkil at once summoned Imam (A.S.) and told him about that matter.&lt;br /&gt;
Imam (A.S.) said, &quot;send her to the cage of the lions, if she is telling 
 the truth, because the beasts do not molest the children of Fatima  
(S.A.) and do not eat their flesh.&lt;br /&gt;
Mutawakkil said to the woman, &quot;what do you say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
She said, &quot;This man wishes that I may be killed. If he is right then let him do it himself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mutawakkil said, &quot;she is right, you must do it first yourself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Imam (A.S.) replied, &quot;There is no hurdle to it&quot; He went to the lions in 
 the cage and sat among them. All observed with amazement, that the 
lions  sat very respectfully before the Imam (A.S.) and sometimes 
caressed  themselves against his body and he caressed their bodies with 
his hand,  affectionately. When Imam (A.S.) ordered that they might move
 to a  corner, all of them crept to a nook.&lt;br /&gt;
Then Imam (A.S.) came out of the cage and went to Mutawakkil and said,  
&quot;Oh woman now it is your turn.&quot; The woman started crying and begging  
saying, &quot;I told a lie, I am the daughter of such and such man, and  
wanted to play a trick and a hoax but it did not work.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3478108590032454759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/imam-hadis-as-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3478108590032454759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3478108590032454759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/imam-hadis-as-wisdom.html' title='Imam Hadi&#39;s (A.S.) Wisdom'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-2364860922148740995</id><published>2011-10-08T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:56:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Muslim young Man &amp; a Christian Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Once a Muslim young man loved a Christian girl, they 
wanted to get  married but her parents would not accept because he was a
 Muslim! It was  a big dilemma for them! But they both loved each other 
sincerely and  thought nothing should separate them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, the Muslim man  got very ill and was dying, he was on the death
 bed. A friend of his was  beside him, he told him: Say Shahadah, say La
 Ilaha Illa llah  Muhammadun Rasulullah, but the Muslim man didn’t say 
it, he cried and  told his friend: I’m afraid that if I die as Muslim I 
will not find my  beloved in the hereafter!! So I want to become 
Christian hopefully I  will meet her in the hereafter!! And he became 
Christian!! He came out  of Islam, he became a murtad! And right after 
he went out of Islam he  died! So he died as a non-Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl that he used to love  came asking about her lover, she found 
his friend, she asked him: Have  you seen that person (her lover)? He 
sadly told her that he died! But he  did not tell her that he went out 
of Islam (Apostated). She was very  sad and cried, and said: I fear not 
to meet him in the hereafter, So I  bear witness that there’s no God 
except Allah and Muhammad is the  Messenger of Allah! She embraced 
Islam! Later on she died, and died as a  Muslim and her lover had died 
as a non-Muslim, she won Paradise and  lost him, and he lost her and 
lost paradise and got hellfire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Subhanallah, the wisdom behind this story is for one to remain steadfast
  onto Islam and keep the intention in the heart that I will live all my
  life on Islam and to stay patient over the hardships and calamities, 
and  Allah will reward tremendously. We ask Allah to keep us stead fast 
to  Islam, wal Hamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2364860922148740995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/muslim-young-man-christian-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2364860922148740995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2364860922148740995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/muslim-young-man-christian-girl.html' title='A Muslim young Man &amp; a Christian Girl'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-302105809997190526</id><published>2011-10-08T01:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:55:47.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAYTAN FACES THE MUSLIM GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Shaytan was having a hard day. He was unable to find any
  true challanges to entice into following him into hellfire. The  
hypocrites and non-believers were no problem. He did not even have to  
search for them, they flocked to him by the millions every day. They  
were almost pests and more common then horse flies in a barn on a hot  
summer day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Hmmm&quot; thought Shaytan &quot;I need a real challenge to prove I can mislead anybody&quot; &quot;Where should I look for my prize victim?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it came to him. Go to the Masjid and look for the most innocent  
person leaving after morning Fajr..He went and waited, soon many came  
out in a big rush to get to work. He thought &quot;these people may be  
faithful, but they do not have the piety to stay for saying Du&#39;as&quot; He  
then decided to wait for the very last person to leave. After what  
seemed to be a very long wait a very young girl dressed modestly and  
wearing both a hijab and Niqab came out. Although Shaytan could not see 
 her face or body he knew she was immaculately beautiful by the glow 
that  surrounded her. Here is my challenge he thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His evil mind  devised a plan to lead this innocent child into his 
clutches. She was  young and pure but she was also at an age when she 
would have thoughts  of marriage and thinking of a man in her arms. This
 was the weakness he  would attack and lead this innocent into the trap 
of fitnah and zina.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He knew he could not conquer her directly, but he could easily entice a 
 handsome young man who had already tasted and yearned for pleasures of 
 the flesh. It was easy to whisper into this young man and tell him how 
 lovely and desirable that young girl would be. He whispered to the 
young  man ways to be deceitful, flirtatious and filled him with desire 
for  the young girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The young man tried to seduce the girl with  flirtation, but she scorned
 and ignored his advances. Shaytan whispered  more and urged the man to 
be more forceful. The young girl did her best  to fight him off but he 
was too big and too strong to fight him. She did  her best and fought to
 her death. As she laid on the ground dieing a  peaceful smile crossed 
her face and her last word was &quot;Allaah(swt)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shaytan was furious with anger, he struck out at the young man and  
shouted. &quot;You fool you sent my prize directly to Allaah(swt) and because
  of you I have lost her forever for she surly will be in Jannah when I 
 enter the Hellfire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The young man answered &quot;But you now have me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Idiot&quot; Shouted Shaytan &quot;You always were mine, your own lustful desires 
 sent you to me. I did not have to capture you. You ran to me and would 
 still be going to the hellfire even if I had never spoken to you&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/302105809997190526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/shaytan-faces-muslim-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/302105809997190526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/302105809997190526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/shaytan-faces-muslim-girl.html' title='SHAYTAN FACES THE MUSLIM GIRL'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-4872525196932142946</id><published>2011-10-08T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:55:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth and Significance of BISMILLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;There was once a lady who always said Bismillahirrahmanirrahim &lt;br /&gt;
(In the name of Allah, the beneficent the merciful) before she did&lt;br /&gt;
anything. She knew that Allah would then always be with her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, she put her ring in the cupboard and as usual she said &lt;br /&gt;
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim (In the name of Allah, the beneficent &lt;br /&gt;
the merciful) before she put it away. She knew that it would be safe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her husband took the ring and threw it in the river. He wanted to &lt;br /&gt;
prove to her that only saying Bismillahirrahmanirrahim &lt;br /&gt;
(In the name of Allah, the beneficent the merciful) would not keep&lt;br /&gt;
it safe. He thought that in the evening he would ask her where &lt;br /&gt;
the ring was and it would not be there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Later that morning, the lady went to the market to buy some fish. &lt;br /&gt;
When she was cleaning the fish at home she found her ring inside&lt;br /&gt;
the stomach of the fish. She wondered how it got there but then &lt;br /&gt;
put it back in its place in the cupboard saying &lt;br /&gt;
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim (In the name of Allah, the beneficent &lt;br /&gt;
the merciful).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When her husband came back from work, he asked her where &lt;br /&gt;
the ring was. She brought it from the cupboard. He was so surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
He told her what he had done and apologized to her. &lt;br /&gt;
He also truly believed that Allah is with the person who says &lt;br /&gt;
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim (In the name of Allah, the beneficent &lt;br /&gt;
the merciful) before he/she does anything&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4872525196932142946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/worth-and-significance-of-bismillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4872525196932142946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4872525196932142946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/worth-and-significance-of-bismillah.html' title='Worth and Significance of BISMILLAH'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-8759779683595227094</id><published>2011-10-08T01:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:54:51.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Inspiring Story: Hereafter Life. Dream Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him.&lt;br /&gt;
The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. &lt;br /&gt;
He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;
The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on &lt;br /&gt;
was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around&lt;br /&gt;
and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. &lt;br /&gt;
The branch would fall on the ground very soon. &lt;br /&gt;
The man then looked below again with fear and discovered &lt;br /&gt;
that a big black snake had come and settled directly under him. &lt;br /&gt;
The snake opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;
The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;
He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were falling  
from it.The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue 
 out &lt;br /&gt;
and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. &lt;br /&gt;
So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into &lt;br /&gt;
the sweetness of the honey.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, &lt;br /&gt;
the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, he woke up from his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to &lt;br /&gt;
a pious scholar of Islam. The Islamic scholar who interpret the dream said, &lt;br /&gt;
the lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes &lt;br /&gt;
wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;
The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. &lt;br /&gt;
Black one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around, &lt;br /&gt;
coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;
The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It&#39;s there, &lt;br /&gt;
just waiting for you to fall into it. The honeycomb is this world and &lt;br /&gt;
the sweet honey is the luxuries of this world. We like to taste a drop&lt;br /&gt;
of the luxuries of this world but it&#39;s very sweet. Then we taste another drop &lt;br /&gt;
and yet another.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, &lt;br /&gt;
we forget about our death and we forget about our graves.&lt;br /&gt;
This Life is Material, and the Hereafter is Far Better :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8759779683595227094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-inspiring-story-hereafter-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/8759779683595227094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/8759779683595227094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-inspiring-story-hereafter-life.html' title='Real Inspiring Story: Hereafter Life. Dream Interpretation'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-4807308626534560810</id><published>2011-10-08T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:54:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLAH DOES EXIST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his 
 beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good  
conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: &quot;I&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t believe that God exists.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why do you say that?&quot; asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God  
doesn&#39;t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick  
people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would  
be neither suffering nor pain. I can&#39;t imagine a loving a God who would 
 allow all of these things.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The customer thought for a moment,  but didn&#39;t respond because he didn&#39;t
 want to start an argument. The  barber finished his job and the 
customer left the shop. Just after he  left the barbershop, he saw a man
 in the street with long, stringy,  dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. 
He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: &quot;You know what? Barbers do not exist.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;How can you say that?&quot; asked the surprised barber. &quot;I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No!&quot; the customer exclaimed. &quot;Barbers don&#39;t exist because if they did, 
 there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards,  
like that man outside.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Exactly!&quot;- affirmed the customer. &quot;That&#39;s the point! God, too, DOES  
exist! What happens, is, people don&#39;t go to Him and do not look for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, &lt;br /&gt;
took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and &lt;br /&gt;
the tree loved to play with him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around &lt;br /&gt;
the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Come and play with me,&quot; the tree asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I am no longer a kid, I don&#39;t play around trees anymore.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
The boy replied, &quot;I want toys. I need money to buy them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sorry, but I don&#39;t have money. But you can pick all my apples and sell them. &lt;br /&gt;
So, you will have money.&quot; The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples &lt;br /&gt;
on the tree and left happily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Come and play with me&quot; the tree said.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I don&#39;t have time to play. I have to work for family. &lt;br /&gt;
We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sorry, but I don&#39;t have a house. But you can chop off my branches&lt;br /&gt;
to build your house.&quot;So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. &lt;br /&gt;
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. &lt;br /&gt;
The tree was again lonely and sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Come and play with me!&quot; the tree said. The boy said, &quot;I am sad and getting old. &lt;br /&gt;
I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing &lt;br /&gt;
and never showed up for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. &quot;Sorry, my boy. &lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
the tree said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I don&#39;t have teeth to bite&quot; the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No more truck for you to climb on&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I am too old for that now&quot; the boy said.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I really can&#39;t give you anything. The only thing left is my dying roots.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
the tree said with tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I don&#39;t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
the boy replied.&quot;Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. &lt;br /&gt;
Come, come sit down with me and rest.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LeSSonS tO Learn frOm thiS heaRt touChiNg stOry:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, &lt;br /&gt;
we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grown up, we left them, &lt;br /&gt;
only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could &lt;br /&gt;
to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that&#39;s how all of us &lt;br /&gt;
are treating our parents. So Respect Parents and help them when they really need you, &lt;br /&gt;
Love them,Take care of them as they take care of you when you was small baby. &lt;br /&gt;
Allah Will be happy with you if you keep your parents happy&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3594478808969434849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-tree-and-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3594478808969434849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3594478808969434849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-tree-and-boy.html' title='The Apple Tree and the Boy'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-3626093261646428865</id><published>2011-10-08T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:53:23.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father&#39;s Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. &lt;br /&gt;
For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car &lt;br /&gt;
in a dealer&#39;s showroom, and knowing his father could well &lt;br /&gt;
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 &lt;br /&gt;
that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of &lt;br /&gt;
his graduation, his father called him into his private study. &lt;br /&gt;
His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, &lt;br /&gt;
and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son &lt;br /&gt;
a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but some what &lt;br /&gt;
disappointed, the young man opened the box and found &lt;br /&gt;
a lovely, leather-bound Holy Quran, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
with the young man&#39;s name embossed in gold. Angry, &lt;br /&gt;
he raised his voice to his father and said &quot;With all your money, &lt;br /&gt;
you give me a Holy Quran ?&quot; and stormed out of the house, &lt;br /&gt;
leaving the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in &lt;br /&gt;
business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but &lt;br /&gt;
realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should &lt;br /&gt;
go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. &lt;br /&gt;
Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram &lt;br /&gt;
telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his &lt;br /&gt;
possessions to his son. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He needed to come home immediately and take care of &lt;br /&gt;
things. When he arrived at his father&#39;s house, sudden sadness &lt;br /&gt;
and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father&#39;s &lt;br /&gt;
important papers and saw the still new Holy Quran, just as he had left it &lt;br /&gt;
years ago. With tears, he opened the Holy Quran and began to turn &lt;br /&gt;
the pages. And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of &lt;br /&gt;
the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It had a tag with the dealer&#39;s name, the same dealer who had &lt;br /&gt;
the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his &lt;br /&gt;
graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lesson from the Inspiring Story:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times do we miss Allah&#39;s blessings and answers to &lt;br /&gt;
our prayers because they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3626093261646428865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/fathers-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3626093261646428865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3626093261646428865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/fathers-blessings.html' title='Father&#39;s Blessings'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-2467443264385362174</id><published>2011-10-08T01:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:52:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give up in Life...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;A man woke up early in order to pray the Fajr (Morning) prayer &lt;br /&gt;
in the Masjid (Mosque). He got dressed, made his Wudhu (ablution) &lt;br /&gt;
and was on his way to the Masjid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On his way to the Masjid, the man fell and his clothes got dirty. &lt;br /&gt;
He got up, brushed himself off, and headed home. At home, &lt;br /&gt;
he changed his clothes, made his ablution, and was, again, &lt;br /&gt;
on his way to the Masjid. On his way to the Masjid, he fell again &lt;br /&gt;
and at the same spot! He, again, got up, brushed himself off &lt;br /&gt;
and headed home. At home he, once again, changed his clothes, &lt;br /&gt;
made his ablution and was on his way to the Masjid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On his way to the Masjid, he met a man holding a lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
He asked the man of his identity and the man replied &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I saw you fall twice on your way to the Masjid, so I brought a lamp &lt;br /&gt;
so I can light your way.&quot; The first man thanked him profoundly&lt;br /&gt;
and the two were on their way to the Masjid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once at the Masjid, the first man asked the man with the lamp &lt;br /&gt;
to come in and pray Fajr with him. The second man refused. &lt;br /&gt;
The first man asked him a couple more times and, again, &lt;br /&gt;
the answer was the same. &lt;br /&gt;
The first man asked him why he did not wish to come in and pray.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man replied &quot;I am Shaitan (Devil).&quot; The man was shocked at this reply. &lt;br /&gt;
Shaitan (Devil) went on to explain, &quot;I saw you on your way to &lt;br /&gt;
the Masjid and it was I who made you fall. When you went home, &lt;br /&gt;
cleaned yourself and went back on your way to the Masjid,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Allah forgave all of your sins. I made you fall a second time, and &lt;br /&gt;
even that did not encourage you to stay home, but rather, &lt;br /&gt;
you went back on your way to the Masjid. Because of that, &lt;br /&gt;
Allah forgave all the sins of the people of your household.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was afraid if I made you fall one more time, then Allah will forgive &lt;br /&gt;
the sins of the people of your village, so I made sure that &lt;br /&gt;
you reached the Masjid safely.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Conclusion: So do not let Shaitan (Devil) benefit from his actions.&lt;br /&gt;
Do not put off a good that you intended to do as you &lt;br /&gt;
never know how much reward you might receive from the hardships&lt;br /&gt;
you encounter while trying to achieve that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2467443264385362174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-give-up-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2467443264385362174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2467443264385362174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-give-up-in-life.html' title='Never Give up in Life...!!'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-582215281336821917</id><published>2011-10-08T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:52:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother only had one eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;My  Mother Only had one eye. I hated her… She was such 
an embarrassment.  She cooked for students and teachers to support the 
family.&lt;br /&gt;
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to Support me.&lt;br /&gt;
I was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look  
and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE,  
your mom only has one eye!’&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted  my mom to just disappear. I 
confronted her that day and said, ‘ If  you’re only gonna make me a 
laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about  
what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her  
feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I
  was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my  
Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even
  meet her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When she stood by the door, my  children laughed at her, and I yelled at
 her for coming over uninvited. I  screamed at her, ‘How dare you come 
to my house and scare my children!’  GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’&lt;br /&gt;
And to this, my mother quietly answered,  ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have 
gotten the wrong address,’ and she  disappeared out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, a letter regarding a school  reunion came to my house. So I 
lied to my wife that I was going on a  business trip. After the reunion,
 I went to the old shack just out of  curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘My dearest son,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.&lt;br /&gt;
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may  
not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a  
constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;
You  see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and 
lost  your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to 
grow up  with one eye. So I gave you mine.&lt;br /&gt;
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.&lt;br /&gt;
With all my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;
Your mother.’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moral : Parents Always Give Secrifices For Their Children But Unfortunately They Can,t Understand.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/582215281336821917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mother-only-had-one-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/582215281336821917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/582215281336821917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mother-only-had-one-eye.html' title='My Mother only had one eye'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-3913586310511671696</id><published>2011-10-08T01:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:51:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooden Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old man&#39;s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather&#39;s  
shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his
  spoon onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;We must do something about father,&#39; said the son. &#39;I&#39;ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,  
Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since
  Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden 
 bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the family glanced in Grandfather&#39;s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, 
 the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked the child sweetly, &#39;What are you making?&#39; Just as sweetly, the boy responded,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in  
when I grow up. &#39; The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then  
tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken,  
both knew what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That evening the husband took Grandfather&#39;s hand and gently led him back to the family table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And  
for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when
  a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prophet Mohamed (pbuh) said:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;A parent is the best of the gates of Paradise; so if you wish, keep to 
 the gate, or lose it.&quot; (Al-Tirmidhi Hadith 4928. Narrated by Abud  
Darda)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3913586310511671696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/wooden-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3913586310511671696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/3913586310511671696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/wooden-bowl.html' title='The Wooden Bowl'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-4343297004057103196</id><published>2011-10-08T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:51:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to&lt;br /&gt;
some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were&lt;br /&gt;
very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he&lt;br /&gt;
went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the&lt;br /&gt;
entire country with leather.&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely, this would need thousands of cows’ skin, and would cost a&lt;br /&gt;
huge amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;
Then one of his wise servants dared himself to tell the king, “Why do&lt;br /&gt;
you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money? Why don’t you&lt;br /&gt;
just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet?”&lt;br /&gt;
The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make&lt;br /&gt;
a “shoe” for himself.&lt;br /&gt;
There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story: to make this world a happy&lt;br /&gt;
place to live, you better change yourself - your heart; and not the world.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4343297004057103196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4343297004057103196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4343297004057103196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-change-world.html' title='Don&#39;t change the World'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-4689949675143095878</id><published>2011-10-08T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:50:54.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angel</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. One day the child asked God, “They tell me&lt;br /&gt;
you are going to send me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and&lt;br /&gt;
helpless?” God replied, “Among the many angels I have chosen one for you. She will be waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
you and will take care of you.”&lt;br /&gt;
Said child, “But tell me here in Heaven I don’t do anything else but sing and smile. That’s what I&lt;br /&gt;
need to be happy!” God replied, “Your angel will sing for you every day. And you will feel your&lt;br /&gt;
angel’s love and be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;
And, said the child, “How am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don’t&lt;br /&gt;
know the language that men talk?” “That’s easy”, God said, “Your angel will tell you the most&lt;br /&gt;
beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will&lt;br /&gt;
teach you how to speak.” The child looked up at God saying, “And what am I going to do when I&lt;br /&gt;
want to talk to you?” God smiled at the child saying, “Your angel will teach you how to pray.”&lt;br /&gt;
The child said, “I’ve heard on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?” God replied, “Your&lt;br /&gt;
angel will defend you, even if it means risking life!” The child looked sad, saying, “But I will always&lt;br /&gt;
be sad because I will not see you anymore.” God replied, “Your angel will always talk to you about&lt;br /&gt;
me and will teach you the way to come back to&lt;br /&gt;
me, even though I will always be next to you.”&lt;br /&gt;
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;
but voices from earth could already be heard.&lt;br /&gt;
The child in a hurry, asked softly, “Oh God, if&lt;br /&gt;
I am about to leave now please tell me my angel’s&lt;br /&gt;
name!” God replied, Your angel’s name is of no&lt;br /&gt;
importance… you will simply call her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: magenta;&quot;&gt;MOTHER!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4689949675143095878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4689949675143095878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/4689949675143095878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/angel.html' title='The Angel'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-2929563908862169607</id><published>2011-10-08T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:49:51.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is A Family?</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated,&lt;br /&gt;
to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said,&lt;br /&gt;
“Daddy, may I please borrow $10?”&lt;br /&gt;
The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy&lt;br /&gt;
a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even&lt;br /&gt;
angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was&lt;br /&gt;
something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.&lt;br /&gt;
The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you asleep, son?” He asked. “No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and&lt;br /&gt;
I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.”&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&lt;br /&gt;
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;
“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;
“Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to have dinner with you.”&lt;br /&gt;
Share this story with someone you like.... But even better, share $20 worth of time with someone&lt;br /&gt;
you love. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.&lt;br /&gt;
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who&lt;br /&gt;
really matter to us, those close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of&lt;br /&gt;
days.&lt;br /&gt;
But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to&lt;br /&gt;
think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. An unwise investment indeed!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;word_break&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;
So what is the moral of the story???&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t work too hard...and you know what’s the full word of FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER,(I)(L)OVE (Y)OU!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2929563908862169607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2929563908862169607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4604234799547366179/posts/default/2929563908862169607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islamicstories4u.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-family.html' title='What Is A Family?'/><author><name>Yoosuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17029562563073413489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604234799547366179.post-2887138783663905064</id><published>2011-10-08T01:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:48:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hole In The Fence</title><content type='html'>There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him&lt;br /&gt;
that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to&lt;br /&gt;
control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it&lt;br /&gt;
was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence....&lt;br /&gt;
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the&lt;br /&gt;
father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his&lt;br /&gt;
temper. The day passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were&lt;br /&gt;
gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, “You have done well,&lt;br /&gt;
my son, but look at the holes in the fence.”&lt;br /&gt;
The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;
the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;
Friends and loved ones are a very rare jewel, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they&lt;br /&gt;
always want to open their hearts to us. Water your&lt;br /&gt;
relationships with kindness… and they will grow. So be&lt;br /&gt;
careful little lips what you say…! And you won&#39;t chase&lt;br /&gt;
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