A man woke up early in order to Pray the Fajr Prayer in the masjid.. He got dressed, made his ablution and was on his way to the masjid. On his way to the masjid, the man fell and his clothes got dirty. He got up, brushed himself off, and headed home. At home, he changed his Clothes, made ablution, and was, again, on his way to the masjid. On his way to the masjid, he fell again and at the Same Spot! He, again, got up, brushed himself off and headed home. At home he, once again, changed his clothes, made his ablution and was on his way to the masjid. On his way to the masjid, he met a man holding a lamp. He asked the man of his identity and the man replied ‘I saw you fall twice on your way to the masjid so, I brought a lamp to lite your way. ‘The first man thanked him profusely and the two were on their way to the masjid.Once at the masjid, the first man asked the man with the lamp to come in and pray Fajr with him. The second man refused. The first man asked him a couple of more times and, again, the answer was the same. The first man asked him why he did not wish to come in and pray. The man replied, “I am Shaitaan”(the devil). The man was shocked at this reply. Shaitan went on to explain, “I saw you on your way to the masjid and it was I who made you fall. When you went home, cleaned yourself and went back on your way to the masjid, Allah forgave all of your sins. I made you fall a second time, and even that did not encourage you to stay home, but rather, you went back on your way to the masjid. Because of that, Allah forgave all the sins of the people of your household. I was AFRAID if I made you fall one more time then, Allah will forgive the sins of the people of your entire village, so I made sure that you reached the masjid safely.”So do not let Shaitan benefit from his actions. Do not put off a good action that you intended to commit as you never know how much reward you might receive from the hardships you encounter while trying to accomplish it!~Dr Zakir Naik
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” the youth answered “none”.
The director asked, ” Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, ” Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, ” Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: ” Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”
The youth answered, ” I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes’
The Director asked, ” please tell me your feelings.”
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping
my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, ” This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too…but try and forward this story to as many as possible…this may change somebody’s fate…
The Pious Man and the Shopkeeper
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.
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.
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.
The shopkeeper noticed the pious man sitting in the corner and asked: “As Salamu Alaikum, would you like something, brother?”
“Wa Alaikum As Salam. Oh! No! No!” said the pious man. “I don’t want to buy anything, but I want to ask you a question.” He then related his dream.
“Well, that is very simple to explain,” said the shopkeeper, “but you will have to do something for me before I answer your question.”
“I will do anything for you,” replied the pious man.
“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.”
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. “Here is your mercury, safe and sound,” he told the shopkeeper. “Now tell me the true interpretation of my dream.”
The shopkeeper looked at the pious man’s weary condition and asked him: “Well, friend, how many times did you remember Allah while you were going from this end of the street to the other?”
“Remember Allah!” exclaimed the pious man. “I did not remember Him at all. I was so worried about the mercury in the saucer.”
“But I do remember Him all the time,” said the shopkeeper. “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’ala in my dealings with other men.”
“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” [Al Quran, Surah an-Noor 24:37-38]
Kullusham was a very good girl at heart, but she wasn’t taught about mazhab in the light of Islam. She was an ordinary Pakistani girl who knew just the basics of Islam ritually, like praying, fasting, giving sadaqa, and etc. But practically, she was nothing, aside from wearing hijab on a uniform. Although her parents weren’t religious, they cared about the difference in public and Islamic schools. So, she was a talib-e-ilm of Banaatul Islamia, which was the school name, but she had no strong belief of Islam in her. She felt the emptiness in her, but didn’t know how to fill it. Her parents had thought that Islamic school would help her in Islamic studies, but that wasn’t it. Her parents, too, wanted her to learn more about Islam, and what they learnt they passed on to her. Although they were themselves not knowledgeable about Islam that much, they wanted it for her. However, she needed experienced guidance and social environment that could prompt her to change. Her friends, too, were not very good girls because at some point they were exposed to the wrong media such as, music, films, pictures, etc. So, Kullusham ended up in the same class as these girls and of course the consequence would be that she would adapt their behaviors!
Now Kullusham had exposure to some of this kind of media too, but it wasn’t as bad as what these girls watched or listened to. Here I would like to mention that even a strong Muslim shakes off the path if he has the wrong time of peer group, so Kullusham didn’t have any environment at all about true Islam. The result was going to end up here of course because she was uninformed thoroughly. The only thing in her knowledge was that there is a limit to what’s good and bad as a culture. Despite the fact that she was pressuringly involved in this stuff, she felt a weird type of guilt inside her. It was as if someone was whispering to her, “This is Shaitan….don’t follow…..this is the path to destruction…” “Find the path to your achievement…..the path of Allah….the path of Islam….!”
For Kullusham, this thing started a tug of war because at one point she was into the worldly status stuff and in the other the path to the truth. Her parents knew about her friends and since they were experienced people, they knew that they were spoiled girls. They just prayed for their daughter and took her to Islamic gatherings to try to give her some environment of Deen.
Then suddenly, one day she just started avoiding all these activities and spent more time in Islamic studies or the Islamic discussion groups in the local masjids. When her dad went to the masjid, she would insist on going too. Her parents were both pleased and surprised at this sudden change in her, but they thanked Allah for bringing this change about. At the same time they prayed for themselves to be more good examples for their daughter too since they hadn’t already been educated about Islam. They remembered that when Kullusham used to come home and tell them about the Islamic studied lesson she learned, they would just pass it on without much importance saying, “Oh that’s good beta….very nice….hmmmm really?” and etc.
Now though, her parents were really getting happy with each coming day because their daughter was increasing in the Light if Deen and this was their inner heart’s desire ever since they had realized Islam’s importance. Allah had granted their prayers and gotten them into more deenistic activities. Kullusham and her mom wore the veil with abaya and her dad grew a beard and wore shalwar khamees most of the time. He aslo went to the masjid on regular basis. The whole family got so much closer to Allah now, that they would not like to do anything else but ibada!
Then smiling moments came in their life, when Kullusham had 2 brothers and one sister more added to their family. However, they moved overseas to the MiddleEast so they could more freely practice their religion and provide a better educative environment for their children. Kullusham went to college in Saudi Arabia, which was now their home, and her siblings to the school there that were separate.
Overtime, Kullusham and her family achieved the level of imaan that every naik person could wish for and Allah helped them excel in their life. Her brothers’ became successful businessmen, along with respectful sons to their parents. Also they were trained for self defense and weaponry in case of jihad. Kullusham became a naturopathic healer and had a private job of her own. Her sister became a doctor for females and girls. Her parents were pleased with all their children and said in their time alone, “I am very thankful to Allah that he guided us to this path and kept our children on it too.” “Alhumdulillah we have done our part for them,” they would say to one another, “Inshallah they will do the same for our coming generations ameen!” And they lived happily in Saudi Arabia afterwards!