Shaykh Fath al-Mowsily relates, once I saw a young boy walking through the jungle. It appeared as if he was uttering some words. I greeted him with Salaam and he replied accordingly. I inquired, "Where are you going?" Young boy retorted, "To the house of Allah, Kaaba in Makkah." I further asked,"What are you reciting?" "Noble Qur'an" he replied. I remarked, "You are at a tender age, it is not an obligation that you are required to fulfill."
Young boy said, "I have witnessed death approach people younger than me and therefore would like to prepare if death was to knock on my door." I astoundingly commented, "Your steps are small and yourdestination far." He responded, "My duty is to take the step and it remains the responsibility of Allah (SWT) to take me to my destination." I continued to ask, "Whereis your provision and conveyance (means oftransport)." He replied, "My Yaqeen (certainty) is my provision and my feet's are my conveyance." I explained, "I am asking you regarding bread and water."
Young boy replied! "Oh Shaykh if someone invited you to his house, would it be appropriate to take your own food?" I exclaimed, "No!" "Similarly, My Lord has invited His servant to His house, it is only the weakness of your Yaqeen (certainty) that makes us carry provisions. Despite this, do you think Allah (SWT) will let me go to waste?" "Never" I replied. Young boy then left. Sometime later I saw him in Makkah. Young boy approached me and inquired, "Oh Shaykh are you still of weak belief?"
Source: Stories of the Pious by Shaikh Ahmad Ali
Noble Prophet Muhammad (saws) said: "He who likes to be the strongest should trust inAllah (SWT) ."
Noble Prophet Muhammad (saws) said: "If you would have trusted Allah (SWT) as He deserves to be trusted then He would have fed you the way He feeds the birds."
Imam Ali (as) said: "Do not betray anyone who places his trust in you, even if he betrays you."
Imam Ali (as) said: "Fulfillment of trusts is the key to one's means of livelihood."
Imam Jafar Sadiq (as) said: "There is no faith for him who has no modesty."
Imam Jafar Sadiq (as) said: "To remove a mountain is easier than removing faith."
Imam Jafar Sadiq (as) said: "You will not be faithful believer before you become fearful and hopeful. You will not be fearful and hopeful before you work for what you fear and hope."
Imam Jafar Sadiq (as) said: "Faith is not identified through outer appearances and hopes. Faith is that which is pure in the hearts and assured by deeds."
Noble Prophet Isa (Jesus) the son of Maryam (as) said: "Verily as crops can not thrive except with water and dirt, so then too true faith can not thrive except throughknowledge and action."
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Saturday, October 22, 2011
!!!!! I want to buy a Miracle !!!!!
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a 'Glass Jelly Jar' from its hiding place in the closet.
Little girl poured the change out on the floorand counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way to 6 blocks to Rashid's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. Little girl waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Little girl (Tasneem) twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise; Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgustingsound she could muster; No good. Finally she took a coin from her Jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the Pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Lahore whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to buy an mmm..."
The Pharmacist stared back in the same annoyed tone.
"He's really; really sick.... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the Pharmacist.
"My brother name is Aslam and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save my brother now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the Pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for miracle. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs?"
The Pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man from Lahore. He stooped downand asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tasneem replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Lahore.
"Ten and half rupees. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man."Ten and half rupees - the exact price of a miracle for your little brother."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her hand and said: "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man from Lahore was Dr. Ashraf Beg, a surgeon specializing in Neuro-Surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Aslam washome again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That Surgery," her Mom whispered. "Was areal miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tasneem smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... Ten and half rupees...plus the faith of a little girl.
Noble Qur'an says: "And when I am ill, it is He Who cures me." (26:80)
And mom also knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... selfless devotion to their profession by doctors like Ashraf Beg ...
Noble Qur'an says: "Those who before them, had homes (in Medina) and had adopted the Faith; they show their selfless love and affection to those (Muslims) who came to them for refuge, and they entertain no desire in their hearts for things they give out (to the needy), but give them preference over themselves, even though poverty was their (own lot). And those saved from the covetousness of their own souls, - they are the ones that achieve prosperity." (59:9)
Little girl poured the change out on the floorand counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way to 6 blocks to Rashid's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. Little girl waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Little girl (Tasneem) twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise; Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgustingsound she could muster; No good. Finally she took a coin from her Jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the Pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Lahore whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to buy an mmm..."
The Pharmacist stared back in the same annoyed tone.
"He's really; really sick.... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the Pharmacist.
"My brother name is Aslam and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save my brother now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the Pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for miracle. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs?"
The Pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man from Lahore. He stooped downand asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tasneem replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Lahore.
"Ten and half rupees. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man."Ten and half rupees - the exact price of a miracle for your little brother."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her hand and said: "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man from Lahore was Dr. Ashraf Beg, a surgeon specializing in Neuro-Surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Aslam washome again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That Surgery," her Mom whispered. "Was areal miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tasneem smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... Ten and half rupees...plus the faith of a little girl.
Noble Qur'an says: "And when I am ill, it is He Who cures me." (26:80)
And mom also knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... selfless devotion to their profession by doctors like Ashraf Beg ...
Noble Qur'an says: "Those who before them, had homes (in Medina) and had adopted the Faith; they show their selfless love and affection to those (Muslims) who came to them for refuge, and they entertain no desire in their hearts for things they give out (to the needy), but give them preference over themselves, even though poverty was their (own lot). And those saved from the covetousness of their own souls, - they are the ones that achieve prosperity." (59:9)
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