wishes to guide, He opens his heart to Islam.
do we read Qura'an?
Old Aged Parents
A Hole in the
How Poor We Are?
Hell and Heaven
A holy man
was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would
like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."
The Lord led the
holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked
in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the
table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy
man's mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be starving. They were holding spoons with very long
handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach
into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer
than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The
holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord
said, 'You have seen the Hell.'
They went to the
next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the
holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled
spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and
The Lord said,
'You have seen the Heaven.' The holy man said, 'I don't understand the
difference between two.' It is simple' said the Lord, 'it requires but one
skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy men
in the hell think only of themselves.'
(Moral: Learn to Share)
Why Do We Read Qura'an?
American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with
his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the
kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him
and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like
you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon
as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,
"Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got
back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move
a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket
to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty
before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it
was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket
The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of
water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to
watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his
grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak
out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into
river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was
again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."
boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the
basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket
and was now clean, inside and out.
"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not
understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be
changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives."
Once upon a time...There
was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and
adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great
care of her and gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife
very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his
friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run
away with some other men. He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very
considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's
confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to
his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through
difficult times. Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and
has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as
well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love
the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to
die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4
wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" Thus,
he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest
clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you
follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she
walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right
into the merchant's heart.
The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for
all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No!” replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to
remarry when you die!"
The merchant's heart sank and turned cold. He then asked the 2nd wife, "I
always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need
your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm
sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very
most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of
thunder and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter
where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She
was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly
grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you
while I could have!"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives...The 4th wife is our body. No
matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll
leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife? Our possessions, status and wealth.
When we die, they all go to others. The 2nd wife is our family and
friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive,
the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. The 1st wife is in
fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's
a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until
we're on our deathbed to lament.
The Cracked Pot
bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole,
carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfectly made and never
leaked. The other pot had a crack in it and by the time the water bearer
master's house it had leaked much of its water and was only half full.
For a full two
years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half
pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments. But the poor
cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was
able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two
years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water
bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of
myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the
bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able,
for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack
in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's
house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't
get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer
felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we
return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers
along the path."
Indeed, as they
went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the
beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out
half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its
failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were
flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage
of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I
have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's
table. Without you being
just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
The Leather Shoes
Roads or Leather Shoes?)
Once upon a
time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went
for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his
palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the
first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went
through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover
every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need
thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.
Then one of
his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "Why do you have to spend
that unnecessary amount of money? Why don't you just cut a little piece
of leather to cover your feet ?"
The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a
"shoe" for himself.
Moral of the story: Make this world a happy place to live, you
better change yourself - your heart; and not the world.
Old Aged Parents
An 80 year old man was
sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly
educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. The Father asked
his Son, "What is this?" The Son replied "It is a crow". After a few
minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?" The Son
said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow". After a little
while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?" At
this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he
said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow". A little after,
the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?" This time
the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same
question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A
CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"
A little later the Father went
to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had
maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to
read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in
the diary :-
"Today my little son aged
three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the
window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23
times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the
same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel
irritated, I rather felt affection for my innocent child".
While the little child asked
him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying
to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son
the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed. So...
If your parents attain old
age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a
gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate
to your parents.
say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared
for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their
selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing
the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".
Say a prayer
to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good
and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.
A Hole in the Fence
Once there was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a
bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must
hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven
37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control
his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He
discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told
his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one
nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The day passed and
the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were
The father took his son and led him to the fence. He said,
“You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.
The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave
a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood
street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids
darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw
something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed
into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back
to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped
out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked
'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister...please,
I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick
because no one else would stop.' With tears dripping down his face and off
his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 'It's my
brother, 'he said 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and
I can't lift him up.'
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me
get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in
his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the
wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too
shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy who push his
wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long,
slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver
never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to
remind him of this incident.
of the story: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a
brick at you to get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and speaks to
our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a
brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
How Poor We Are?
One day, a
rich dad took his son on a trip. He wanted to show him how poor someone
can be. They spent some time on the farm of a poor family. On the way back
home, dad asked his son,
did you see how poor they are ?
What did you learn?
Son replied ...
We have one dog, they have four
We have a pool, they have rivers
We have lanterns at night, they have stars
We buy foods, they grow their
We have walls to protect us, they have friends.
We have encyclopedias, they have Qura'n.
Then he added; thanks dad for showing me how poor we are!
It's not about money that makes us rich, it's about simplicity and having
"Allah Almighty" in our lives.
Three Short Realities
all villagers decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all people
gathered but only one boy came with umbrella.
When you throw a one
year old baby in the air, he laugh because he knows you will catch him.
Every night we go to
bed, we have no assurance to wake up alive next morning, bu still we set
alarm for tomorrow. That's Hope.