Motivational Stories

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Dear Brothers and Sisters, AsSalam Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuhu


A Mistake Worth its Weight in Gold

From the Original Arabic Piece by Adel bin Muhammad al-Abdul 'Aalee
Translated by Abu Dujanah

One of the Salaf entered a field, hungry and tired, so he wanted to eat, and his stomach was 'rumbling'. He saw an apple tree, and picked an apple to eat. He ate half of it under the protection of Allah, then he drank from the river near the field. After that, he suddenly realised that he was not aware of what he did due to his hunger, and thought to himself: Woe to you! How can you eat someone else's provision without permission. In remorse he was determined not to leave the place until he found the owner of the garden, and confess to him that he had eaten his provision without his permission. He looked around and saw a house and went up to the door and knocked on it.
The owner came out and asked him what he wanted.

The Salaf said: "I was hungry and entered your garden and took this apple and ate half of it, then I remembered it was not mine, and I came to beg you to forgive me for this mistake."
The man replied, "I will not forgive you except on one condition?"
So the Salaf asked (and he is Thaabit bin Nu'maan), "What is your condition?"
The owner of the garden said: "I want you to marry my daughter."
The honourable Salaf without hesitation said: "yes, I will marry her". The father of the girl then said: "I want you to know that my daughter is blind and cannot see, dumb and cannot speak, deaf and cannot hear."

The revelation shocked Thaabit bin Nu'maan and thoughts flashed through his mind - what a disaster - what's he going to do? Then he remembered that the trials and tribulation he has to endure by accepting this woman as his wife, and taking care of her and serving her is better for him than to eat the food (sadeed) of hellfire due to the fact that he had eaten the apple without permission. He also realised that if he did not make amends, his days in the dunya are numbered. So he promised to marry the girl, and prayed for forgiveness and reward from Allah, the Lord of the Worlds.

The day of marriage came, and the man was nervous and very worried: "How will I enter upon a woman who does not speak, see, or hear?!" What a dilemma, and he wished the earth would swallow him before that happened ( i.e. going the wedding ceremony), but he remembered Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala and said: "Laa Hawla wa laa quwata illa billah, wa inna lilah wa inna ilayhi raji'oon." He went off to the wedding ceremony and when he arrived, his future bride stood up and greeted him, saying, "Assalamu 'alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu."

When he saw her, it took his breath away and remembered what he had imagined of the hoor il-'ayn in paradise. Gaining his composure, he blurted out: "What is this? So you speak, see, and hear." Thaabit bin Nu'maan then informed her what her father had to told him.

She gave him the most beautiful smile and said: "My father spoke the truth and he didn't lie."

"But why did he tell me things about you which are untrue?
She replied, "My father said I am dumb, because I have never said a word which displeases Allah, nor have I ever spoken to a man whom it is not permissable to speak to. [He said] I am deaf, because I have never sat it in a place where malicious backbiting, gossip or tale-telling takes place. [He said] I am blind because I have never looked at a man who was not permissable for me to look."

So ponder how Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala united this pious woman to this pious man.!!

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AsSalam Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuhu.

I read this story from a forum really liked it thought i should share it with you guys,hope u like it too.

A Clear Cup Of Tea

The exams were over! 12-ear-old Fahad could finally set aside his books and grab his basketball. His new neighbour and classmate Sohail had set up a basketball hoop outside his garage and had invited Fahad over to shoot a few hoops. He also promised to make his lip-smacking cinnamon tea, which tested great with hot samosas.

That evening, after a vigorous game of basketball both friends decided to head to the kitchen, the samosas were already on the table, so Fahad watched Sohail dash around the kitchen preparing the tea. Within minutes, the mouth-watering smell of cinnamon filled the room. As he watched Sohail hunt around for the tea sieve, Fahad remembered something he meant to share with him.

“Sohail, did I tell you about that kid, who’s always wearing that green cap?” began Fahad.

“No,” replied Sohail, fishing out the sieve from a drawer. “But before you do, let me tell you about the triple filter test.”
Fahad looked puzzled. “Triple filter test?”

“That’s right. I use it before I tell anyone anything about someone. The filters let only the right kind of talk to be heard, just like this tea sieve lets only the clear tea into the teapot. It blocks anything you can’t drink from getting in,” sohail explained.

He slowly began pouring the tea from the kettle through the sieve into the teapot. “If what you want to tell me passes through this test,yo’ll have my full attention. The first filter is truth. Is what you want to tell me true>” asked sohail.

“Well…I don’t know… Ali told me…” Fahad looked confused, as he watched a piece of cinnamon land in the tea sieve, while the tea pored through.

“So you don’t know if it’s true… ok, maybe it will pass thenext filter- the filter of goodness. Is what you want to tell me something good?” quizzed Sohail.

“No, actually…” Fahad replied, as the sieve blocked clove in the tea from entering the teapot.

“Hmm… still one last filter… your news may just get by. The test of usefulness- will what you have to tell me be of any use to me?” inquired Sohail.

“No, not really…”sighed Fahad, watching the sieve fill with tea leaves, as the last of the tea trickled into the teapot. “Well, my friend, if it’s neither true nor god nor useful, then it is have no worth to either of us, So, let’s not waste our time discussing it. We can enjoy these samosas and tea and discuss our basketball game instead!”

And that’s just what they did.

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Asalaaamu Alaaikum

Taken from: Saliftalk.net

Shaykh Saaleh ahl-Shaykh mentions in his explanation of kashf ash-Shubuhaat, the following story:

Shaykh-ul-Islam Muhammad ibn Abdul-Wahhaab was with his students and after having completed the study of his book 'Kitab at-Tawheed', he wished to start again the study of this book for the 3rd or 4th time.

His students said to him : "O Shaykh, we wish to study another book, a book of fiqh or hadith".

The Shaykh replied: "Why (do you wish to study another book)?".

His students: "We have in fact understood Tawheed, we want to study another science".

The Shaykh: "Wait, I shall give some thought to this".

A few days later, the shaykh came to the lesson with a troubled face. His students asked him the reason for it.

The shaykh explained that he'd come across something which angered him. His students asked what it was.

The Shaykh: "It has been related to me that the inhabitants of a house have sacrificed a rooster (for a Jinn) in front of their door. I have sent someone to confirm this affair".

Some time later, his students asked him about the affair that he had mentioned.

The Shaykh replied: "In fact, the inhabitants of this house did not sacrifice for other than Allaah, but it was someone who fornicated with his mother".
Shocked, his students exclaimed:"We seek refuge with Allaah! He fornicated with his mother? We seek refuge with Allaah! He fornicated with his mother...".

After mentioning this story, Shaykh Saleeh explained that Shaykh-ul-Islam told this story to show them that the statement "We understand Tawheed" is ignorance and is one of the greatest tricks of the Shaytaan.
In fact, they have made greater a great sin [fornicating with one's mother] than shirk which exits from Islam.

Indeed, their hearts were not angered when the shirk that exits from Islam was mentioned.

And this also happens today, when some ignorant people see great sins and are angered by them, but when they hear about Shirk al-Akbar, or see people commiting shirk like sacrificing for other than Allaah, etc. this does not move their hearts.
This proves their ignorance. It proves that they have not understood Tawheed.

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She's My Sister*

by Muhammad Alshareef

* Mohammad Alshareef translated the following story from the book "Azzaman Alqaadim" and gave it as his final speech at the MYNA East Zone conference. It is a very moving story which had the entire audience in tears. I hope that inshallah it moves you like it did me.
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Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur'an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.

As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It’s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.

One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.

Her voice called me from her prayer room. "Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?" I asked.

With a sharp needle she popped my plans. "Don't sleep before you pray Fajr!"

Agghh! “There's still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan,” I said.

With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. "Hanan, can you come sit beside me."

I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her. "Yes, Noorah?"

"Please sit here."

"Alright, I’m sitting. What's on your mind?"

With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:

Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.

She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, "Do you believe in death?"

"Of course I do,” I replied.

"Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?"

"I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I’ve got a long life waiting for me."

"Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die."

The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. "I'm scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you'd go with us on vacation during the summer break."

Her voice broke and her heart quivered. "I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah’s hands and we all belong to Him."

My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn't told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?

"What are you thinking about Hanan?" Her voice was sharp. "Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?" Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. "There's no difference between us; we're all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:

Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.

I left my sister's room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: “May Allah guide you Hanan - don't forget your prayer.”

I heard pounding on my door at eight o'clock in the morning. I don't usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened?

Noorah’s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon.

There wasn't going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.

It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.

"Yes. You can come and see her now." Dad's voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.

Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!

Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du'a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital’s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man’s eyes were iced. You couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive.

Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. "Let me take you to her."

As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. "Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time,” the nurse said.

This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister’s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. "You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long," they told me. "Two minutes should be enough."

"How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?"

We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. "Even now, alhamdulillah, I'm doing fine."

"Alhamdulillah...but...your hands are so cold."

I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, it is just that I remembered Allah's words.”

Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]).

"Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It’s a long journey and I haven't prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase."

A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I've never cried like that before.

At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died!

I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn't remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn't even cry anymore.

Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah's head.

I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:

One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).

And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:

The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!

I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother's stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.

I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.

Tonight is Noorah's first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur'an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.

I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.

At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…” The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu’adhin’s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.

Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah's journey. What have we prepared for it?

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*Muhammad Alshareef's final speech at the 1999 MYNA East Zone Conference.

Related Links:

• <LI class=style25>Living to Die or Dying to Live! <LI class=style25>A Nice Flash Video on "The Last Breath"
• Praying Fajr reflects how much you love Allah the Almighty - islamway.com

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From the Churches to the Mosques!!!
من الكنائس الى المساجد

• My Life before Islam
• My Search About Islam
• When I became Muslim
• My Life After Islam

http://I was born in Denmark and was... all my life (Learn More), my father was a pastor of 4 churches, my mother is one of the strongest Christian woman leaders in the Jordanian society. I was a youth leader in the church and I was a supervisor in the church community for the Christian theology and I know a lot about it but never narrowed my mind and put that dark sheet on my eyes, I was seeking because I never found my peace till I became a Muslim. And it took me a long process to be convinced in Islam.

It started since I was a kid, I hated Islam, when I was in the 10th grade, I saw one day a girl is praying, I kicked her and pushed her while she was kneeling down (sajedah), I have fought with girls in high school and I wanted to show them how educated I am, so I used to bring the Bible with me all the time and read in loud, or write a verse on the board as (today’s tip). When it’s Ramadan, I used to eat in front of the girls while fasting (I ask Allah to forgive me and give me Mercy), I was a serious trouble maker.

In the eleventh grade, I remember one day we had an Islamic class in Zarqa High School, and I wanted to stay and listen to the teacher, they said that the Bible is Muharraf (interpreted and altered) I started to become mad and I explained to them that the Bible has been written as 4 different books in the same time different places from 4 different people (Mathew, Mark, Luke and John), so one of the girls said: “So you’re saying that the evil spirit have written the books!” I got really angry and I left the class and I didn’t want to talk to any of the girls.

The girls in the class were wondering about me and they wanted to know what’s my deal, so they came and started asking me questions about my religion and I was answering them and showing them in the Bible and give them proofs to convince them about Christianity, until one day, the teacher called me and asked me to stop talking about my religion because it’s illegal, I told her that I have nothing to do with it, she said: “I have a recorded tape of your voice talking to the girls about it” that made me really mad, and I started to have not only hate but anger and I wanted to bring all the Muslims to Christianity, I even invited my Muslim friends to the church many times to convert them to Christianity.

After I graduated from the high school, I went to study in Mu’ta University, year 1999, but I haven’t finished the whole year and I went out – by Allah will – and I knew that the approval of the immigration to the Unites States of America is coming soon.

Yes, I immigrated to TX, USA year 2002, trying to start from the scratch, I was going to the Arabic Dallas Baptist Church, and my uncle is the pastor of this church. I didn’t like living there so my family contacted a certain Christian family for me to go to Arizona and try to build myself, but once I couldn’t find a financial support, the family asked me to go back to Texas and stay with my family. So I went back home and my parents with my little brothers went back to Jordan in order for my father to continue his ministry in the churches, but I stayed with my brother and my sister and I am the oldest. I found a job and I started to study in the college. I kept myself going to the church, doing some activities, even sending some programs to the church in Jordan and help them out with the Bible studies for the Sunday Schools.

In December 2003 my father died – diagnosed by the Cancer, but that didn’t stop me from keeping myself going in life.

I tell you that I came to USA to make some Christian ministries .. and my aim was to reach the Arab Muslim and bring them to Christianity since the USA is a free country and you have the right of thoughts and talk

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Originally Posted by muslimah_85

Amazing stories I want to share a story that was narrated by brother Bilal Assad who by the way is an amazing story teller and a knowledgeable brother. One of my favorite speakers masha'Allah may Allah(swt) reward immensely I have benefitted so much from his speeches anyone who has not listened to him I would strongly advise you to listen to his lectures.

The Story of Abu Qudama & the Young Boy


This is a story which shocked me walahyAlazeem and it is a story which existed in about the 10thC in the Islamic era.In that time enemies of Islam who were ruthless were attacking the Muslims in a place called Al-riqah in Iraq. And they had invaded the homes, and raped the women and stole their children, and killed the old men. This is in history b/c they said our lord is Allah. After doing so, there was a man at that time who existed. He was a great scholar, and a great leader in battles. His only cause and motive was to defend the Muslims wherever they may be, wherever they were killed or oppressed. His name was Abu Qudamah. This man Abu Qudamah, and he was very courageous. He was once sitting in a masjid when a group of ppl came up to him and said to him "Ya Abu Qudamah we have free time right now, can you tell us of an amazing story that happened during your time. We want to hear the most unusual, and interesting story ever to be heard. Can you entertain us ya Aba Qudamah, and make us come closer to Allah (swt).?" And then Aba Qudamah sat for a while and gathered them. When everyone was silent, like you are right now he said to them, "I recall one of the most shocking stories that ever happened. Until today I dont know how to explain it. He said One time I went to that place, Al-riqah in Iraq and I stood up in the masjid and I went out to the city to recruit soldiers who are ready to defend the stories of Al-riqah, to stand guard over there and if the enemy attacks to be strong enough to defend the women and children. As Allah says in the quran, "What is wrong with you O'Believers that you dont stand and fight for the cause of Allah when the weak and feeble ppl are calling out, O'Allah send ppl to save us" We are responsible for the weak ones, whenever and wherever they may be. And so he began to recruit ppl, only a few gathered with him and so he began to ask for wealth and money. After the day had ended he rented a small apartment, a little place to stay in. He said, "I went into this place and I stayed there and then just after ishaa prayer, when I was praying my night prayer, and I was about to pray my witr when all of a sudden in the middle of the night, it was so quiet you could hear the crickets outside, when my door began to knock. I said, "SubhanAllah nobody knows me here, I've just arrived yesterday and already my door is knocking, ya'nee someone is knocking at my door. So I slowly went and opened the door and in front of me there stood a woman I could not see her face b/c she had covered all her body, everything.
And while she was covering her hand she reached out her hand and before she opened it she asked, "Are you the man who was calling out for recruitments today? Were you the man who was gathering wealth in order to go and guard our borders and protect us?". I said "Yes". "You were the one calling to Jihad?". I said, "Yes, I am". So she said, "Please open your hand". And he opened his hand and she dropped a piece of cloth which was wrapped up into his hand. And she said, "Take this- it is an amanah. It is a trust" And she ran off. Thats all she said. I wanted to ask her many other questions. So I went inside and opened that cloth and I found a piece of paper with something written on it and a thick lock of hair. I read the paper, and the paper said, "Today you were calling out for recruitments to fight with you and protect the weak ppl. I am a woman and unable to fight, and I dont have enough wealth to give you. So my heart was struck with shock and sorrow when I did not have anything to give you. So I went home and cut a lock of my hair and that is the one you see in this cloth. The only thing which I can give to the cause of this, is my lock of hair. I ask you to please use it was your rein, (ya'nee the rope that would steer the horse), so that maybe Allah will recognize this and know I was fighitng with you in that jihad. [Even though taking a lock of hair, of a woman's and giving it to a man is not allowed in Islam but her jihad spirit had reached that state and it could not stop her] And she said, "Tomorrow someone will come to you, he is a recruitment. See if he is worthy. And that is it" He said, SubhanAllah. What kind of a woman is this? He said, so I took the lock of hair and I did put it onto my reins. And in the morning I gathered my troops and we went out into the battlefields. When we reached the battlefield, ya'nee the borders, we noticed that a group of army after a day began to make their way towards us. And so I got the army ready and I told them to stand guard. As we were about to move forward, I heard a voice from a far distance calling out, "Ya Amee Aba Qudamah! Ya Amee Aba Qudamah entathernee (wait for me my uncle)!!!" He looked back and he found a fierce warrior on his horse galloping fiercely towards him and he had his face covered. As soon as this man approached him, Aba Qudamah looked at him and said, "How can I help you?" He said, "Wait for me. Alhamdulilah, Alhamdulilah it was written for me to meet you and unite with you. He said, "Calm down, calm down and take a deep breath." He said, "You don't understand. I made a duaa all my life
to have this opportunity and I thought you were going to beat me. Allah (swt) decreed that I was going to unite with you. Alhamduilah! Alhamduilah!" He said, "Ask me, what do you want?" He said, "I want to fight with you. I want to have part in this" And then Abu Qudamah said to him, "Show me your face, I want to know who you are!" And then he reluctantly took the cloth off his face and Abu Qudamah said, And I looked at his face and before me was the most beautiful face I had ever laid eyes on. The face of a young man; about 17 or 18 years of age. His face was like the full moon in its brightness. And I noticed that he was young. I said, "Son, what experience do you have? How can you come to fight with us? No, you are not allowed to come and fight with us, you are too young. Return back." He said, "But my mother came to you last night?" He said, "Your mother? He said, "Yes, my mother." He said, "Who is your mother?" And he said, "She was the one who gave you a lock of her hair. And she told you to look after me." He said, "Is that YOUR mother?" He said, "Na'3am" {yes}. He said, "You should go back and look after her, son. Dont come here and fight." And he started to hold unto him, the young boy and he said to him, "No Abu Qudamah, No! My father fought in jihad and I want to fight too. I want to defend. Please accept me! I have great experience. I have fought many battles, and I am an experienced horse rider. I am a really good, experienced person. Wallahy you will find me that I am able to help you alot. When he insisted on him, and he insisted on him Abu Qudamah looked at him and said, "Okay, if you are insisting on traveling along with us then you have to stand in the last line.And your work is to prepare food for the soldiers". He said, "Fair enough. I'll do that." So they went out and sorry the enemy was not approaching, they had news of the enemy approaching. And so the time of lunch came and the soldiers wanted to eat and he sent out this young man, his name was Muhammad, to go and prepare the meal. And then when about 1 or 2 hours passed no food has arrived. So Aba Qudamah said, so I went searching for him and what had kept him so long. And when I arrived I found the pot was boiling in front of him and he was asleep beside it. I said, SubhanAllah he must be very tired because he said during the whole day he was the most active of all the men, he would race after this one and race after that one and help this person and help that person. He was very active during the day. I became amazed at how agile this young boy is, how enthusiastic this young man is. So I thought, I felt sorry for him and I thought maybe he needs some rest. So I did not interfere and I did not disturb him, And I began to prepare and finish and complete off the meal by myself. But as I was stirring he said, I heard a small sound coming from him so I looked immediately at him. All of a sudden I see his face begin to smile. He was asleep. After a few moments, his smile grew. A few moments later his teeth began to show. And then even a few moments later he began to laugh in laughter and giggle. As he was laughing, his laughter was intensifying until finally he awoke. Suddenly, he saw me in front of him with open eyes and his smile immediately faded away. As though he was shocked that I was there in front of him, and he did not want me to be there; as though he had a secret. And then he got up immediately and said, "Ya Amee' I am sorry I did not know I had gone to sleep. Please you dont have to prepare the food, please let me!" Abu Qudamah said, "No, you sit down! Walahi I will not let you do anything until you tell me why you were laughing." He said," I was laughing?" He said,"Yes you were laughing! Your laughter could reach a few meters away."
"Ya Amee, Abu Qudamah. Since you saw me laughing and you will not let me go I will tell you what I was dreaming about but you have to keep it a secret between you and I. For if I tell you, maybe Allah will not accept my reward for coming here, maybe it will be insincere." He said,"Please tell me, I am listening with open ears." {I really wanted to know what he was seeing in his dream} And then the young boy said, " I slipped and then I noticed as if the last hour had come, the world ended and the day of judgement came. Everybody was looking up into the sky... 'Khushe'aat Absaroohum. And then all of a sudden, I hear a voice calling out: 'Grab Mohammad and take him to Paradise' Amongst everyone a light came to me and took me away. And then there was a man next to me, a very handsome man. His light emanating from his face until it reached the far corners of what I could see, and he took me into Jannah. And I asked him, "Who are you?" And he said, "I am one of your servants whom Allah has made for you in Jannah in the palace" I said, "where are you taking me?" And then he began to smile, and said, "I am taking you to your wealth and to your family and to your belongings & possessions in your palace in jannah." And his smile grew more (Muhammads). And then when he reached the great gates & the great doors of his last position, he said, "I cannot enter here. For you have women inside and I am not allowed to set eyes upon them." His smile grew more. And so he entered, and he said, "And then I found many beautiful women, their light was so great that I thought that if they show their light on earth they would light the whole earth. And they grabbed my arm and took me away. And I thought, "Are you my wives?" And they said, "No, no, no. We are just your servants. But you have your princess waiting inside on a khidr, inside the tent reclining on the silk sheets waiting for you." And so I entered, and all of a sudden I see a woman that almost made my soul escape from my body. And I said to her, "Who are you?" And the smile grew when his teeth began to show. And she said, "I am whom Allah has promised you. I am your wife in Jannah. I am the one who Allah has gifted to you." 'Wa ma tadry ma Ukhfeya lahum min quraaty a'yun' And no Mu'min what Allah has gifted for them in Jannah. And then he said, he came and extended his arm to touch her and then she grabbed his arm and returned it back gently and she said to him, "No Ya Muhammad! Not now. I ask Allah to save you from any bad acts, I am not yours yet, and it is because you have saved yourself from haram acts with other women Allah gave me to you. So keep yourself pure, ya Muhammad! Wa maw3edunah Ghadaan 3enda Al-Futoor. Our meeting is tomorrow and we shall break our fast together [because Muhammad used to fast every other day, one day on one day off] And then he said, when she was speaking to me I began to laugh and I really wanted to approach her and she would say "no ya Mohammad, not now!" and I began to laugh and laugh until I woke up. That is my story, Ya Amee Aba Qudamah! Please keep it a secret between you and me otherwise my rewards will be gone. He said, "Its my secret." Abu Qudamah, said I kept my eyes open watching this young boy. The next day the enemy arrived; it was fierce and we attacked and charged. I looked behind me where Muhammad was supposed to be standing and all of sudden he was right in the front. And he did not have any experience in fighting because he could not hold his sword. Muhammd had decieved Aba Qudamah in saying he has experience. He said, I could not reach him anymore but he was right in the frontline. And he would call out the message of his mother "Ya Ibnee etha Laqetahum falaa tuwalyhim duburak (My son if you meet them, dont run away and show them your back) Allahu Akbar!" He would call out like that. And he would fight whoever would hold a sword against him and against the Muslims. He would protect that person and then that person, until finally Abu Qudamah says that so much dust came into my eyes I lost sight of him. I do not know where he was. Finally Allah gave us victory because we were fighting for a noble cause, and at the end of the victory we started looking for our martyrs. And then I just wanted to find, Muhammad the young boy. I did not care about anyone else, I kept searching and searching; when all of a sudden I see at a distance a young boy holding out his arm saying "Amee, Amee" And I could barely hear him. So I ran to him as fast as I could, and I grabbed his beautiful head as though he were my son and I looked at his face, at a face that was once youthful, at a face that was once beautiful, at a face that was so handsome and a body so young and strong. The horses had trampled him, the wheels had crushed his bones....his face was undescribable. And he was holding a piece of his shirt, which was ripped and he was taking deep breaths, dying. And then Abu Qudamah held his face and he began to cry, "He said my son I told you the war is very fierce. Didn't I tell you that the battle is not what you think! And didnt I tell you that you are still young. I told you my son, and you had to go forward! Why have you dont this to yourself!" And he looked at me and said to me, "Amee Aba Qudamah: "This is what my mother raised me for, my father died in this cause as well. Do you want to deny me, and you all of all people Amee Aba Qudamah. You are telling me to go back when Allah says in the Quran 'And what do you fear, fighting for his cause'". He said to me, "Ya Amee this is what I want. Wallahy I can see my palaces in front of me. If only you could see what I could see Ya Amee!!!" And then he said, "But I require one thing of you: My mother when you reach her, she will be very saddened and she may not believe you that I have died in the cause of Allah. So I want you to take this piece of my shirt and show it to her so that she can relieve her sadness and know that I am in Jannah. And once she is raised, she will also be in Jannah with me. Let her know, that 'Do not be saddened my mother, I died and you will be with me forever in eternity in Jannah. My mother I died in the cause of Allah, now it will be a guarantee that you will be with me and we will be together with my father' He said, "Because nothing else will calm her heart" He said, "Ya Amee, Aba Qudamah I also have a young sister. Her name is Fatimah, and she is only 8 years old. She has grown up with me to love me very much when my father passed away and I lover her extremely. However, my A'3m her love I have never seen before. She is too attached to me, when you reach her please try to look after her, please try to calm her down. Please try to say soothing words to her, for I fear her consequence. She loves me too much; and dont show her my shirt." Abu Qudamah promised, and while he was holding him in his arms young Muhammad began to smile and his smile grew, and then it grew even more and then even more until he began to giggle with laughter, and he said, "Ya Amee Abu Qudamah La Elah Illa Allah eny laa'jedu Al-Mardeyatah Janbee {The women he saw in his dreams had a name, Mardeya 'The Pleasing one'}" He said, "Ya Amee Aba Qudamah, look at her she has just come down from the sky and she is lying beside me holding my hand, she is waiting for me ya A3m. Allah sadaqanee wa3dah. He gave me what he has promised. I am going to Jannah with Mardeya. She will keep me company ya Amee Aba Qudamah. Our secret between you and I" And then he died while he was biting onto his lip, and saying "Ya Amee remember our secret." And he died, and went to Allah (subhanahu watallah). A noble death. And then Abu Qudamah went back to the village in al-riqah and all the women went out to meet the mujahideen. And then came the mother of Muhammad searching for him, and as she came up to Abu Qudamah she said to him, "My son? Where is my son?" Aba Qudamah looked at her and said, "He passed away and He fought in the frontlines without returning back and he did what you had advised him and trained him to do."And she said. "I dont believe you!" just as her son said. And then he said, "But he told me to give you his shirt." And she looked at his shirt and examined it and she knew the blood and the stains of her young son, Mohammad. And then she cried and put her hands up to Allah and she said, "Alhamdulilah, the one who has saved my son. I will now be reunited with him and my husband. But before that Aba Qudamah saw something, a young girl fluttering like a butterfly touching this man and looking at him then touching that man and looking at him then turning another man around and examing his face like a young child does. And Aba Qudamah knew this was Fatimah looking for her brother, Muhammad. And so I went up to Fatimah and I grabbed her and I hugged her and kissed her and I said to her, "What are you looking for?" and she said, "My brother Muhammad. Where's Muhammad? Where's Muhammad?Do you know where Muhammad is, my brother? Do you know where he is? I love him. I want to see him, and he promised me he will return" {because Muhammad said to Aba Qudamah before he died that I promised my sister I was going to return otherwise she would never have left me but I am not going to return. She said, "But he promised me that he is going to come back. Where is he?" Abu Qudamah started to cry, he said, "Fatimah, your brother says Asalamu Alaikum to you and he says that soon your going to meet him in jannah inshallah." She said, "Jannah? Did he die?" Abu Qudamah said, "Yes, but he died a noble cause....before he could finish this word Fatimah took a very deep breathe and she fell unconscious to the ground. He came to pick her up, but her mother raced to her and she said leave her. She took her daughter away and into the room. Abu Qudamah knocked and knocked but he was too late. He heard the mother inside crying and saying, "My husband died for your cause and he is in jannah inshallah. My son, I have sacrificed him for you Ya Allah and I have raised him. Please do no deny me my unity and presence with him in Jannah. And now, my daughter has passed away and followed her brother. Ya Allah my husband, my son, and my daughter they are all to you---Ena LillAllah wa Ena Elayhi Rajeeon, To Allah we belong and to him we shall return! O'Allah guarantee me a place in jannah with them, O'Allah unite me with them" And she began to cry until her voice faded away into the darkness. Abu Qudamah kept on knocking but she would not open for him, so he said so I left her and I went away.
Until this day my dear companions the story has remained unexplainable to me

Wow...beautiful...subhanAllah!

[ash]

subhanallah to the above story ^.
I have heard that story many times, but i cry each time


may Allah grant us all jannah, ameen.

[AkheeAB]

In The Name of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful

Umayr ibn Wahb (May Allah be pleased with him)





Umayr ibn Wahb al-Jumahi returned safely from the Battle of Badr. His son, Wahb, was left behind, a prisoner in the hands of the Muslims. Umar feared that the Muslims would punish the youth severely because of the persecution he himself had meted out to the Prophet and the torture he had inflicted on his companions.

One morning Umayr went to the Sacred Mosque to make tawaf around the Kabah and worship his idols. He found Safwan ibn Umayyah sitting near the Kabah, went up to him and said:

Im Sabahan (Good Morning), Quraysh chieftain."

"Im Sabahan, Ibn Wahb," replied Safwan. "Let us talk for some time. Time only goes by with conversation."

Umayr sat next to him. The two men began to recall Badr, the great defeat they had suffered and they counted the prisoners who had fallen into the hands of Muhammad and his companions. They became deeply distressed at the number of great Quraysh men who had been killed by the swords of the Muslims and who lay buried in the mass grave at al-Qalib in Badr.

Safwan ibn Umayyah shook his head and sighed, "By God, there can be no better after them."

"You are right," declared Umar. He remained silent for a while and then said, "By the God of the Kabah, if I had no debts and no family whose loss I fear after me, I would go to Muhammad and kill him, finish off his mission and check his evil." He went on in a faint, subdued voice, "And as my son Wahb is among them, my going to Yathrib would be beyond doubt."

Safwan ibn Umayyah listened intently to the words of Umayr and did not wish this opportunity to pass. He turned to him and said:

"Umar, place all your debt in my hands and I will discharge it for you whatever the amount. As for your family, I shall take them as my own family and give them whatever they need. I have enough wealth to guarantee them a comfortable living."

"Agreed," said Umar. "But keep this conversation of ours secret and do not divulge any of it to anyone."

"That shall be so," said Safwan.

Umar left the Masjid al-Haram with the fire of hatred against Muhammad blazing in his heart. He began to count what he needed for the task he had set himself. He knew that he had the full support and confidence of the Quraysh who had members of their families held prisoner in Madinah .

Umar had his sword sharpened and coated with poison. His camel was prepared and brought to him. He mounted the beast and rode in the direction of Madinah with evil in his heart.

Umar reached Madinah and went directly towards the mosque looking for the Prophet. Near the door of the mosque, he alighted and tethered his camel.

At that time, Umar was sitting with some of the Sahabah near the door of the Mosque, reminiscing about Badr, the number of prisoners that had been taken and the number of Quraysh killed. They also recalled the acts of heroism shown by the Muslims, both the Muhajirun and the Ansar and gave thanks to God for the great victory He had given them.

At that very moment Umar turned around and saw Umayr ibn Wahb alighting from his camel and going towards the Mosque brandishing his sword. Alarmed, he jumped up and shouted. "This is the dog, the enemy of God, Umayr ibn Wahb. By God, he has only come to do evil. He led the Mushrikeen against us in Makkah and he was a spy for them against us shortly before Badr. Go to the Messenger of God, stand around him and warn him that this dirty traitor is after him."

Umar himself hastened to the Prophet and said, "O Rasulullah, this enemy of God, Umayr ibn Wahb, has come brandishing his sword and I think that he could only be up to something evil." "Let him come in," said the Prophet.

Umar approached Umayr, took hold of him by the tails of his robes, pressed the back of his sword against his neck and took him to the Prophet.

When the Prophet saw Umayr in this condition he said to Umar: "Release him.' He then turned to Umayr and said: "Come closer." Umayr came closer and said, "Im Sabaha" (the Arab greeting in the days of Jahiliyyah)."

"God has granted us a greeting better than this, Umayr," said the Prophet. "God has granted us the greeting of Peace--it is the greeting of the people of Paradise." "What have you come for?" continued the Prophet.

"I came here hoping to have the prisoner in your hands released, so please oblige me." "And what is this sword around your neck for?" quizzed the Prophet. "Tell me the truth. What have you come for, Umayr?" prodded the Prophet. "I have only come to have the prisoner released," insisted Umayr .

"No. You and Safwan ibn Umayyah sat near the Kabah recalling your companions who lie buried at al-Qalib and then you said, 'If I had no debt or no family to look after, I would certainly go out to kill Muhammad.' Safwan took over your debt and promised to look after your family in return for your agreeing to kill me. But God is a barrier between you and your achieving your aim."

Umayr stood stupefied nor a moment, then said: "I bear witness that you are the messenger of God." "We used, O messenger of' God." he continued, "to reject whatever good you had brought and whatever revelation came to you. But my conversation with Safwan ibn Umayyah was not known to anyone else. By God, I am certain that only God could have made this known to you. Praise be to God Who has led me to you that He may guide me to Islam.' He then testified that there is no god but Allah and that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah and became a Muslim. Thereupon, the Prophet instructed his companions: "instruct your brother in his religion. Teach him the Quran and set free his prisoner."

The Muslims were extremely happy with Umayr's acceptance of Islam. Even Umar who once said of him, "A pig is certainly dearer to me than Umayr ibn Wahb" came up to the Prophet and exclaimed "Today, he is dearer to me than some of my own children."

Thereafter Umayr spent much time increasing his knowledge of Islam and filling his heart with the light of the Quran. There, in Madinah, he spent the sweetest and richest days of his life away from what he had known in Makkah .

Back in Makkah, Safwan was filled with hope and would say to the Quraysh, "I will soon give you some great news that would make you forget the events of Badr." Safwan waited for a long time and then gradually became more and more anxious. Greatly agitated, he would go out and ask travelers what news they had of Umayr ibn Wahb but no one was able to give him a satisfactory reply. Eventually a rider came and said "Umayr has become a Muslim."

The news hit Safwan like a thunderbolt. He was certain that Umayr would never become a Muslim and if he ever did then everyone on the face of the earth would become Muslim also. "Never shall I speak to him and never shall I do anything for him," he said.

Umayr meanwhile kept on striving to gain a good understanding of his religion and memorize whatever he could of the words of God. When he felt he had achieved a certain degree of confidence, he went to the Prophet and said:

"O Rasulullah, much time has passed since I used to try to put out the light of God and severely tortured whoever was on the path of Islam. Now, I desire that you should give me permission to go to Makkah and invite the Quraysh to God and His Messenger. If they accept it from me, that will be good. And if they oppose me, I shall harass them as I used to harass the companions of the Prophet."

The Prophet gave his consent and Umayr left for Makkah. He went straight to the house of Safwan ibn Umayyah and said: "Safwan, you are one of the chieftains of Makkah and one of the most intelligent of the Quraysh. Do you really think that these stones you are worship ping and making sacrifice to, deserve to be the basis of a religion? As for myself, I declare that there is no god but Allah and that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah." At Umayr's hands, many Makkans became Muslims, but Safwan did not.

Later, during the liberation of Makkah, Safwan ibn Umayyah attempted to flee from the Muslim forces. Umayr , however, obtained an amnesty from the Prophet for him and he too became a Muslim and distinguished himself in the service of Islam.

[Mubarak]

And that is the story of Umayr and Safwan (may Allah be pleased with them both) - they were friends during the time of ignorance but became brothers through Islam.

Al-Hasan al-Basri said, “One day I was walking with a young pious man in the narrow streets of Basra and its markets until we reached a physician sitting on a chair and around him were many men, women, and children who had bottles of water in their hands. Each one of them was seeking a cure for his illness. The young man moved closer to the physician and asked him, ‘O physician! Do you have a medicine that cleans away sins and cures the [spiritual] diseases of the heart? He replied ‘Yes!’ The young man said, ‘Give it to me!” The physician said, “Take ten things from me – take the roots of the tree of poverty with the roots of the tree of humility, and pour in it the milk of repentance, then place it in the mortar of acceptance [of whatever is predestined for one], crush it with the pestle of contentment, then place it in the pot of piety, pour over it the water of shame, then boil it with the fire of love, then place it in the cup of gratitude and cool it down with the fan of hope, then drink it with the spoon of praise. If you do all of this then it will cure you of every illness and trial in this world and in the Hereafter.’”

[AkheeAB]

AsSalam Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuhu.

Very Beneficial and Inspiring Read !

Stories of Repentance

Compiled by Muhammad Abdu-Mughawiri

You have guided me to a path that you know not yourselves

The following story is narrated by Abdul-Wahid bin Zaid:


"We were on a sea vessel once, when the wind suddenly became tempestuous, and we were forced to leave the high seas and seek refuge on an island. We were surprised to see that we were not alone on the island; there standing before us was a man who was busy worshipping an idol. We introduced ourselves and then said, 'We do not have anyone on our ship that does as you are doing.'

The man asked, 'Then who is it that you worship?'

We said, 'We worship Allah.'

He asked, 'And who is Allah?'

We said, 'He Whose Throne is in the Heavens and Whose dominion is in the heavens, the earth, and all that exists.'

'And how did you come to know that?' asked the man.

'He sent a messenger to us with clear proofs and miracles, and it was that messenger who informed us about Him.'

'And what has happened to your messenger?'

'When he finished conveying the message, Allah caused him to die,' we answered.

'Has he left you no sign?' the man asked.

'He has left among us Allah's Book,' we said.

'Show it to me,' requested the man.

When we showed him a copy of the Quran, he said, 'I cannot read it,' and so we read a part of it for him.

He then cried and said, 'The One Whose speech this is must not be disobeyed.' Not only did the man then accept Islam, he also assiduously learned its teachings and then put what he learned into practice.

When the weather calmed down and we were ready to leave the island, he asked us if he could be a passenger on our ship. We of course agreed to have him join us, and it was a good thing that he came with us, for it gave us the opportunity to teach him a number of chapters of the Quran. At the end of the first evening of travel, all of us crewmen got ready to go to sleep. Our new passenger said, 'O people, the Lord that you guided me to, does He sleep?'

We said, 'He is the Ever Living, the One who sustains and protects all that exists. Neither slumber nor sleep overtake Him.'

He looked at us and said, 'It is indeed bad manners for a slave to sleep in the presence of his master.' With a great deal of energy and vigor, he then jumped up and began to pray; and his crying voice could be heard until the morning.

When we reached a place caled 'Abaadaan [a place situated in present-day Iran], I said to my companions, 'This man is a stranger here, moreover, he is a new Muslim. We would do well to gather some money for him in order to help him out.' We gathered what we could, but when we tried to give him the money, he exclaimed, 'What is this!'

We said, 'Money that you can spend on yourself.'

He said, 'How perfect Allah is! You have guided me to a way that you do not know yourselves. When I was living on a barren desert in the middle of the ocean, I worshipped other than Him, yet He did not allow me to go without; then how is it possible that He will make me be needy, when it is Him alone that I now worship? Indeed He is the Creator and the Provider.' He then left us and went on his way.

A number of days passed before we heard any news of his whereabouts. We were told he was in such and such place and that he was extremely sick. When we reached him, we saw that he was on the verge of dying. After extending greetings of peace to him, I said, 'Do you need anything?'

He said, 'The One Who brought you to the island when I did not know Him has provided me with all that I need,' he said.

I sat down beside him, thinking that I could stay for a while and comfort him. I soon fell asleep, howver, and saw a dream. In the graveyard of Abaadaan I saw the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. She was saying, 'Hasten his burial, for it is a long time now that I have been yearning for him.' I woke up with a start and found that he had just died. I washed his body and enshrouded him. That night, after the burial had taken place, I saw another dream. In it, he was looking very handsome, and the same girl was sitting on the bed. Sitting beside her, he continued to repeat the verse:


سَلَامٌ عَلَيْكُمْ بِمَا صَبَرْتُمْ فَنِعْمَ عُقْبَى الدَّارِ

Peace be upon you for that you persevered in patience! Excellent indeed is the final home! "

[Al-Ra'ad : 24]

[Al-Mawaa'idh wal-Majaalis: 40-42]