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 REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'

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 favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion.... .

With prayers,


*Received this email from a dear friend justnow. Hope it helps.

2010

Thanks to Him that i finally manage to stay blogging up til 2010. Something which is unimaginable and sounds rather impossible to do. The reasons why it is manageable is because i can finally freely jotting down without having the 'fear' of expressing it.

The starting of this year hasn't change much in comparison to previous year. Nothing to look forward to and life's been rather monotonous. However, i've been noticing things. A lot of things happening around me and i just couldn't really grab all of it but just the gist. It is pervasive and nothing seems to be able to stop it. It is scary and i was just speechless upon hearing it. But things had been really weird and people in general seems to lost their inner sensitivity. Things were taken lightly and future that they hold are looking rather bleak. I am not being judgemental but it is what happening now. yes. Bitter facts!

Why is it happening?

i couldn't answer it myself. I tried to mend things. To help out. But after 1 BIG TIME FAILED ATTEMPTS i think i rather stop suggesting and finding ways to solve the problem and help out. It just doesn't work out. It gets me into a rather awkward situation and i guess i am not doing the right thing. I can be a good listener i guess but not a good helper. sigh~

I probably better shut my mouth up from this moment on rather than acting like someone who is full of idiotic suggestions that i end up looking like a so called brilliant wannabes which is a dumb fool. sigh~

The cycles has come back to haunt me. It has always been like that. I should have learn my lesson. And not be too showy as it has again got me into trouble.
I should also not be selfish and will not make people hoping. Sigh~

What a way to start a year..i have ruined everything which has been beautifully progressing.

May Allah show me the way to make it right...

One’s hell does not mean that it will be one’s heaven.
The justification needed is merely an impossible thing to get.
Well it is and of course most of the time it happens at the most unpredictable time.
In relation to the previous post, yeah back to the topic ‘desperate’. Let me sum it up by stating that everybody is desperate in most times. Well, count me in because I am one of them. There is no way we can escape from that but I personally think we have our own reasons for doing so but perhaps with a condition that we do not overdo it or hoping too much on the outcomes. I believe now that life is taking the risk and no matter what happen we have to take up ‘the challenge’ and go for what we are opt for. It is scary and one will tend to freak out when things does not turn out to be what is expected so let’s hope for the best and let everything fall into places when the time comes. With God’s will, of course. :)

The beginning of another chapter

today,

a dear friend of mine taught me...

1) that it is important to pray
2) to respect
3) to dress accordingly

One might say it is a simple thing to do but obviously it is hard to practice it unless with a strong will.

something to think of before i sleep tonight. gotta make the move fast.

The day started with a dull and sickening greetings from the most annoying person on earth, which i can never stand. huh.. (a confession right from the heart) cant help it, that person really know how to get into my nerves!

However, it doesn't kill my so called already in a 'happy back to school mode' - oh really?? duuh...
an idea popped up when the drama group approached me as we were discussing and planning on the upcoming performance.

'Looking For A Rain God The Musical' ???
'A Musical but with a sissy, well perhaps there could be more than one sissy! :P

it's very interesting! imagining the girls and the boys singing! heheh...ive tried doing it. and mind you it doesnt work! i ended up laughing my ass out coz i sounds ridiculously funny with my froggy croaking voice and obviously m very bad in it.very monotonous! hehehe...

the idea put a smile onmy face imagining how is it going to be like. i never like any musical thingey tho except for Sweeney Todd, the movie.

ehmmm

*hoping that 'everything' will go well...