Stories

As we know using stories is one of the most essential Da'wah technique. The Qur'an is full of stories.

The reason we should use stories is because

1) Humans will remember the WHOLE story, whether you give it in a Khutbah or tell a friend
2) People get their own unique lessons from each story
3) Humans love stories

One thing i realized though is that to a certian degree we should tell the lessons of a story. I know this might suppress their thought process but if you don't give them any lessons and they don't care in the first place, then nothing will happen. So if you would like to fix this problem where they don't care and you need to give them lessons, ASK QUESTIONS and give some lessons. That's how they'll get engaged.

I put it all the stories i collected in a zip file for those who want the whole thing. I'll also post them and please share if you have any!!

Note: some of these stories might be written by people of other faiths, but we can still apply them to our life

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.

The young lady thought he looked hungry; so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, " How much do I owe you ?"

"You don't owe me anything ! ", she replied. " Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."

He said......"Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God Almighty became stronger. He had been ready to give up and quit; but continued...

Years later, that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the city; where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life within his capacity. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.

He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.

Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.

She read these words......

"PAID IN FULL WITH ONE GLASS OF MILK" signed Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of Joy filled her eyes; as her happy heart prayed:
" Thank you, O Almighty, Most Merciful of those who show Mercy, that You spread Your Kindness and Mercy through Human Hearts and Minds."

Author: Uknown.


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Abu Hurairah(R.A.) reports that Rasulullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said, that whosoever gives in charity, even such a small thing as a date, Allah Ta'ala takes this charity, provided that it is from legitimate income; then Allah Ta'ala fosters this charity and increases it, even a date becomes equal to a mountain. (BUKHARI, MUSLIM)

Aqaba bin Amir(R.A.) reports that Rasulullah(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said that if there is nothing to give in charity ,say something good to the people and if this is also not possible ,do not cause injury or harm to anyone.It will amount to charity. (BAZAR, IBN HABAN)

About Struggling...

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a
small opening appeared. He sat and watched the
butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its
body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop
making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten
as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took
a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit
of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a
swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because
he expected that, at any moment, the wings would
enlarge and expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the
rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body
and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not
understand was that the restricting cocoon and
the struggle required for the butterfly to get
through the tiny opening were Allah's way of
forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into
its wings so that it would be ready for flight
once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in
our lives. If Allah allowed us to go through our
lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could
have been. We could never "fly"!

I asked for Strength.........
And Allah gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom.........
And Allah gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity.........
And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage.........
And Allah gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love..........
And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favours.........
And Allah gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted ........
I received everything I needed!

"fatabâraka-LLahu aHsanu-l khâliqîn"
"So blessed be Allah, the best of creators!"
Sura The Believer (23) verse 14

A Boy and His Tree

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the tree top, ate apples, took a nap in its shade… He loved the tree and the tree loved him.

Time went by... The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and looked. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy.

“I am no longer a kid. I don’t play around trees anymore,” the boy replied.“ I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I don’t have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. “Come and play with me,” the tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.“Come and play with me!” the tree said.

“I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax. Can you give me a boat?” “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and didn’t show up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after many years.“Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you...” the tree said. “I don’t have teeth to bite,” the boy replied.“No more branches for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now,” the boy said. “I really can’t give you anything...the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears. “I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the boy replied. “Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come, come, sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears…

This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...

When we grew, we left them and only came to see them when we needed something or when we were in trouble.

No matter what happens, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents.Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

[the_wrong_guy]

Salam Alaikum Wr Wb...

MashaAllah bro, these stories are really good. May Allah(SWT) reward you for posting them

MashAllah really nice stories with lessons. i am posting here, grade 2 story that br Muhammad wrote, lessons are highlighted in the story

The Bear that loved to Chew
By Muhammad Alshareef



As salamu alaykum! My name is Ingwaaz. My Ummi and I live in the
Chewany forest, a forest located in the back of Nodu's home, a Muslim
boy.

I love to chew. I chew anything and everything! I chew chipmunks,
rabbits, and birds. Anything I can get my hands on I'll chew it.
Well, I'm a bear of course and bears like to chew.

My Ummi got concerned with me yesterday because I was chewing all the
animals in the forest.

"Ingwaaz!" Ummi said, "stop chewing everything you get your hands
on!"

I was feeling blue, "Ok Ummi, yet I get so hungry."

Ummi said, "Don't feel blue Ingwaaz, only chew things that are
broken, things that don't do what Allah made them to do."

I scratched my head, "Ummi, how come I get to chew things that don't
do what Allah made them to do?"

Ummi said, "If it doesn't do what Allah made it to do, it is not
worth anything anymore. Just like you throw a bear pen away when it
runs out of ink. And just like you throw away your bear slippers
when they rip."
"I understand Ummi," I said.

Ummi made it clear, "If you see something not doing what Allah made
it to do, you may chew it. Ok Ingwaaz?"

I nodded my head. "Na'am Ummi, I promise to only eat things that
don't do what Allah made them to do."

So off I waddled through the forest looking for things that were
broken, things that weren't doing what they were supposed to do. I
was eager to chew. If you were a bear, you would be too.

Behind a tree I hid and watched Chacabuco the chipmunk to see if he
was broken. I stared carefully to see if Chacabuco the chipmunk was
doing what Allah made him to do.

Chacabuco was picking up acorns and gathering them in a tree. Allah
must be happy with him – I could see – for he was doing what he was
supposed to. To Allah he was true, so I wasn't allowed to chew.

Down the path I shuffled and into the sky I looked. There in the
highest treetops was Rasina the Robin. I crouched softly in the bush
to see if she was broken. I stared carefully to see if Rasina the
Robin was doing what Allah made her to do.

Rasina the Robin flew to her nest and spent her time making sure her
little babies were fed. Allah must be happy with her – I could see –
for she was doing what she was supposed to. To Allah she was true,
so I wasn't allowed to chew.

I walked out of the bush and started crying. Everything in the
forest was doing what Allah made it to do, how was I ever going to
find something to chew.

Just then I heard a noise coming from the Hakkahee family. It was
their son Nodu. It was time for Dhuhr Salah, but bad Nodu wasn't
performing Salah. Instead Nodu was watching television outside by the
pool.

"Finally." I grinned. "Something that is not doing what Allah made
it to do. Nodu should be performing Salah just like Allah made him to
do. But he is not. And Ummi said I may chew anything that is not
doing what Allah made it to do. I'm going to chew Nodu!"

I crept up from behind Nodu and when he turned around I plopped him
into my mouth. No more Nodu.

As I walked back to the forest, I licked my lips and began to chew.

THE RETURN OF NODU!
By Muhammad Alshareef

As salamu alaykum! This is Ingwaaz again. I am walking back into the forest, back to Ummi. Nodu the Muslim Jellybean boy is in my mouth. He is gonna taste yummee.
When Ummi saw my cheeks all jellybean sticky including my paws, she said, “What is in your mouth, Oh little Ingwaaz?”
I said, “It is a boy named Nodu, he is a Jellybean boy. He wasn’t doing what Allah made him to do. That’s what I could see, so I’m going to chew.”
“Yes,” Ummi said, “But did you say Bismillaah before plopping Nodu into your mouth?”
I realized I had not. “No, Ummi, I forgot.”
Ummi said, “Then take him out. Next time if you forget to say Bismillaah and you start eating, say Bismillaah Awwaluhu wa Aakhiruh and all will be alright.”
“Ok, Ummi. In sha’ Allah, I’ll try not to forget.” I plopped Jellybean Nodu out of my teeth and he fell to Ummi’s feet.
Just then, we all heard a sound coming from outside of the forest. “Nodu! Where are you?” It was Nodu’s Ummi worried where he had gone.
My Ummi turned to me. “Ingwaaz, please take Nodu by the hand until he finds his way home. I am afraid he will wander or get lost or roam.”
I took Nodu the jellybean boy by the hand and back through the forest we went. As we shuffled through the woods, we came across Chacabuco the Chipmunk. He was still collecting acorns, doing what Allah made him to do.
“What is that thing doing?” asked Jellybean Nodu.
“He’s collecting acorns,” I said. “To Allah he is true, Chacabuco is doing what Allah made him to do.”
Nodu said, “Where do we go now? I don’t want to roam. Please little Ingwaaz, help me find my way home.”
As we moved down the bush, up into the sky we looked. There was Rasina the Robin feeding to her babies worms that were not cooked.
“Yaa Allah, what is that thing doing?” asked Jellybean Nodu.
“She’s feeding her babies,” I said with a smile. “To Allah she is true, Rasina is doing what Allah made her to do.”
Nodu said, “Ok, ok, where do we go now? I don’t want to roam. Please little Ingwaaz, help me find my way home.”
Up a hill, down a path, around the tall maple tree. In only a few minutes we would see the home of Nodu’s family.
“Nodu! Where are You?” the sound of Nodu’s Ummi was now louder. Soon Jellybean Nodu would not be alone. I saved him from a long scary roam, I was guiding him home.
“As salamu alaykum, little Jellybean Nodu.” I said. “Now you saw all the animals that were doing what Allah made them to do. From now on, you should be true to Allah and do what He made you to do.”
I looked Nodu in the eye and said with a sigh, "When a pen runs out of ink, we throw it away. When it doesn’t do what it supposed to, no one would want it, not even you.”
Nodu wiped his jellybean head and solemnly said, “May Allah forgive me. Today I shall pray my Salah on time. I understand now that when we don’t do what Allah made us to do we are not worth a dime.”
When we came into the clear, Nodu slipped out of my hand. He ran to his Ummi and I was left in the forest border to watch and just stand.
Gone was my jellybean Nodu, there was nothing now left to chew. Everything in Chewany forest was doing what Allah made it to do.
THE END

The Moral:
Allah made us to worship Him.
Every animal in the world does what Allah made them for.
We too should do what Allah made us to do.
He made us so that we would worship Him.

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Echo

A boy and his father were walking in the mountains.
Suddenly, the boy fell, hurt himself, and screamed
"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" To his surprise, he heard the
voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain,
"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Curious, he yelled: "Who are you?"
He received the answer: "Who are you?"
Angered at the response, he screamed: "Coward!"
He receives the answer: "Coward!"

He looked to his father and asked: "What's going on?"
The father smiled and said: "My son, pay attention."

And then he screamed to the mountain: "I admire you!"
The voice answered: "I admire you!"
Again the man screamed: "You are a champion!"
The voice answered: "You are a champion!"

The boy was surprised, but did not understand. Then
the father explained: "People call this "ECHO", but
really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you
say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our
actions. If you want more love in the world, create
more love in your heart. If you want more competence
in your team, improve your competence. This
relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of
life; Life will give you back everything you have
given to it."

YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE...... IT'S A REFLECTION
OF YOU!.
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Allah will not change the people until they change themselves

And whatever we give to Allah, Allah will surely give it back much better and in more amounts

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
A still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mum, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.


FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for
could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind
will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we
pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment
indeed, don't you think?

Frogs and Life

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and
two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs
gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the
pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as
good as dead.

The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump
up out of the pit with all of their might. The other
frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as
good as dead.

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other
frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.
The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.

Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop
the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and
finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs
said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to
them that he was deaf. He thought they were
encouraging him the entire time.



This story teaches two lessons. There is power of life
and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to
someone who is down can lift them up and help them
make it through the day. A destructive word to someone
who is down can be what it takes to kill them.

Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who
cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes
hard to understand that an encouraging word can go
such a long way.