A story that will touch your soul InshaAllah

Assalamu alaykum wa rahmatullah,


elnézést kérek mindenkitől aki nem tud angolul, sajnos most nincs időm lefordítani ezt a gyönyörű történetet. Bárki, aki hajlandó rá, tegye kérdés nélkül.

Ma kaptam ezt az írás egy szlovák nővérünktől és meg akartam osztani veletek.

...nem győztem a könnyeimet törölni...

Küldjétek tovább ha lehet, insha´Allah



# Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year
# old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other 
# Islamic literature.

# This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam
# and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside,
# as well as pouring rain.

# The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm
# ready!'

# His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these
# Islamic books.'

# Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

# The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still
# going to hell, even though it's raining?'

# Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

# Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'

# His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the
# booklets. Be careful son.'

# 'Thanks, Dad!'

# And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked
# the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the
# street a pamphlet or a booklet.

# After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and
# down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to
# hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

# Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the
# front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

# He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no
# answer.

# Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. 
# Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door
# with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

# He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

# Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked,
# 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her
# world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just 
# want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give
# you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose
# of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

# With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave..

# She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

# Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some
# lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions
# or want to say anything?'

# Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over
# the speaker. 
# 'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see,
# before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died
# few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a
# particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope
# left.

# So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my
# home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the
# chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that
# chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the
# loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a
# minute, and whoever it is will go away.

# I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more
# insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly.....

# I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my
# bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the
# front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

# When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on
# my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in
# my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came
# from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he
# exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH

# Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

# As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my
# door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get
# my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

# You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of
# your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to
# personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time
# and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

# There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR..
# rented the air.

# Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was
# seated....

# He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

# Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe
# has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son...
# Except for One. This very one...

# Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

# Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for
# His people!
# Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to
# you.
# Please share this wonderful message 
# Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...

# Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favour on
# you, and chose Islam for you as religion.... 

# With prayers,

# Best Regards,
# Jaafar

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