''just Five More Minutes''

[lifutushi]

very beautiful.... i've got to copy this into my harddisk...

[umm Zachariah]

Assalamu aleikum,


Another story to ponder about.


Sports Car vs. Quraan



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.


As Graduation Day approached, the young man waited 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.


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.


Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. 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. 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.


As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Quran. 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, and the words...PAID IN FULL.


How many times do we miss ALLAH blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?

[umm Zachariah]

Assalamu aleikum,


Another story that leave some thoughts in mind...


When our fathers irritate us



An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who had received a high education. Suddenly a crow perched on a wall of the house. The father asked the son: What is this? The son replied: It is a crow. After a little while the father again asked the son: What is this? The son said: It is a crow.


After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: What is this? The son said: Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow. After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: what is this? By this time some statement of irritation was felt in the son's tone when he rebuffed his father: Father! It is a crow, a crow. A little after the father again asked his son: What is this? This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper. Father: You are always repeating the same question, although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?


The father went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page he asked his son to read what was written. What the son read were the following words written in the diary:


'Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me twenty-five times what it was and I told him twenty-five times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated. I rather felt affection for my innocent child.'


The father then explained to his son the difference between a father's and a son's attitude. While you were a little child you asked me this question twenty-five times and I felt no irritation in replying to the question twenty-five times and when today I asked you the same question only five times, you felt irritated, annoyed and impatient with me.


Allah mentions in Surah Bani-Israil 17:23-24


And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour.



And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: "My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small."

[SisterJennifer]

Asalaamu alikum,


Masha Allah this thread is so nice. I found this one at islamway and thought to put it here:


<b>The Shipwreck</b>



The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island ....


He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him,and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.


Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.


But then one day, after scavenging for food,he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened;everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.


"Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried.


(Comment; Plenty of people use such statement --- think again you should never qestion Allah nor object to his willing)


Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.


"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.


It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly.


But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.


Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.

[SisterJennifer]

Asalaamu alikum,



Some of you might remember looong ago we had a member by the name of Mutawakkil. Masha Allah his posts made me think much. This is one posted here long ago by our brother, I thought it fit in nicely with this thread and thought to revive it:


Aslaamu'Alikium Wa Rahamatuh Allah Wa Barakatuh.


A Lesson For All Of Us To Learn


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.


The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see outside the window.


The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline would be seen in the distance.


As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.


Then unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair. At first thought the man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought, and only that thought now controlled his life.


Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running in. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with that the sound of breathing.


Now there was only silence - deathly silence. The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.


The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.


It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased room mate to have described such wonderful things outside his window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."


Epilogue. . . .


You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands out: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

[NaSra]

That story was so touching....it made me *sob*.


JZK


I hope that you'll benefit from this story ( Insha'Allah the nonmuslims will read it too)


<b>I feel clean for the first time</b>



<b>Once a pious Muslim brother got a job in a restaurant. He took with himself a container for water so that he can use it for toilet purposes. So, everytime he goes to the toilet, he fills the container with water and takes it with him. One day, a Christian man, who also works there, saw him taking water and asked him about the reason for it. The Muslim brother told him that after releasing the dirty materials, we should clean that place and that cleanliness is a major part of Islam. The man said that why not use the toilet papers? The brother asked him that if such dirty thing touched his hands, would he use a toilet paper to wipe it off or use water? The man understood and said that he would use water. The next day, the Christian man brought a container for himself and used it during relieving himself. When he came out of the toilet, he was crying and tears were rolling down his cheeks. The Muslim brother asked him about why he is crying. The Christian man said that "For the first time in my life, I feel completely clean." Thereafter, he accepted Islam and became a devouted Muslim.
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[umm Zachariah]

Bismillah,


Assalamu aleikum dear sister,


This is one of the beautiful easy ways that Allah, SWT shows people to Islam. MashaAllah.


Wasalam

[Muslimah]

Bismillah


as salam alykom


O Mash a Allah jennifer it is very touching that u remembered Mutawwakil whom I never forgot and always make dua for him and his wife. I tried contacting him several times but only Allah Knows how is he, where is he.. The story is incredibly touching Jennifer and soo deep Sobhan Allah, it bears so much the sense of accepting what Allah Gives and just be grateful for one never knows what is best.


And Intuition Sobahan Allah the story is really Mash a Allah


Jennifer it has been such a long time we havent seen your Mash aAllah missed posts i do miss them.. [img]style_emoticons/default/wub.gif[/img]

[Zainab]

Maashallah .. such lovely and touching stories. Shokran to all sisters and brothers [img]style_emoticons/default/smile.gif[/img]

[radiyah]

Bismillah


Al-salam 'alaykom


How are u sister Jennifer, long time since we saw u online, we miss u [img]style_emoticons/default/wub.gif[/img]


and Jazzakum Allah khayr sisters for all those very reminding and touching stories.


Wasalam 'alaykom Wa Rahmat Allah