Little Angel

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

ا سَـــــــلاَمُ عَلَيــْــكُم وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكـَـاتُه

On every friday, after their Friday Prayer, an Imaam, who was a pious man, Reiichi and his 7 year old son, Ren would walk around the city where they live and give out pamphlets with the title "The Roads to Heaven" and few other titles.

On a very calm Friday, as Reiichi and his son went out to distribute their Islamic pamphlets, the sky suddenly turned dark and the air became cold. Suddenly rain poured down heavily. 

As Reiichi looked out to the sky from the door, Ren emerged from his side, adjusted his clothes and said, "Daddy, I'm ready."

Reiichi was shocked. He said "Ready for what, son?"

"Daddy aren't we going out to give the others pamphlets about Allah?"

"Son, it's cold out there and the rain is still heavy." Reiichi replied.

"But daddy, aren't there humans who would still go to hell even if it's raining?" Ren asked back.

Reiichi was taken aback. "I'm not ready to go out in this weather."

"Then can I go daddy?" Asked Ren fervently.

At first Reiichi hesitated to give the pamphlets to his son, but after Ren begged he gave up.

"Please be careful son, Allah is with you!" 

"Thank you daddy !"

With a gleaming face Ren went happily to the city centre to distribute his pamphlets until he reached the suburb. The small and little body disappeared in the sea of human, busy distributing the pamphlets to everyone he met. He also knocked on every door and gave the pamphlets to the owners. After nearly two hours, he had one pamphlet left. Ren felt that it his responsibility to finish every piece of pamphlets. He walked around for a while to find the last person but failed. Then he saw a small house hidden at a corner of a road. He mustered his strength and walked to the house. He pressed the bell. He waited for a while but there was no answer. He knocked the door. Again, no answer. He was about to left but he hesitated. Somehow Ren felt that this is the house where he must deliver his pamphlet. He pressed the button again. 

Finally the door opened slowly. Standing before Ren was an old lady in her 60s. Her mien was forlorn and sorrow. 

"Yes son...can I help you with something?"   

Ren face beamed beautifully as if he was an angel from the sky.

"Sorry maam for bothering you. I just want to say that Allah loves you very much and always takes care of you. I came to deliver the pamphlet and you are indeed the luckiest person." 

He smiled and bowed before he left. 

"Thank you son, may God be with you." The old lady replied in a soft voice.

***

The next Friday came and as usual before the Friday prayer the Imaam will give his sermon. As Reiichi closed his speech he asked the people, "Does anyone have something to say?"

Suddenly someone rose slowly. She was the same old lady. In a frail voice she started to speak. "I think nobody in this concourse knows me. I never attend this assembly even once. For your information, before the last Friday I was not even a Muslim. My husband had just left me alone in this world few weeks ago and I nearly followed him." Her eyes started to water.

"On last Friday I finally took decision to kill myself. I had the chair and the rope prepared. I tied the rope to the ceiling and the other end to my neck. As I was about to jump, my bell rang. I waited for a while, thinking that the person who pushed that button will eventually leave. But then it rang again, and I heard someone knocked on my door. I asked myself, nobody has ever be persistent and waited that long before. So I loosen up the rope and headed for the door. When I opened the door, I have never seen such a cute child before me. His smile was so sincere and his voice was angelic." 

[ Sorry maam for bothering you. I just want to say that Allah loves you very much and always takes care of you.]

That was the most beautiful words I have ever heard in my life. I watched the small angel walked in the rain. After I closed my door, I read the pamphlet, page by page. Lastly I put the rope and the chair to the place where they belong. I don't need that anymore.

And now, here I am standing as a happy person, humble servant to the only God, ALLAH. There was an address written on the back of the pamphlet. That's why I am here today. If it wasn't for the small angel who came on that day my spirit would surely be forever in hell."

Everybody was crying and shouted out, ALLAHUAKBAR, ALLAHUAKHBAR (Allah the Great, Allah the Great). The Imaam came down from his place and hugged his son tightly, crying his heart out. 

That was the most meaningful Friday for him. 

Please share his story :)

Allah loves all his servants. 

Once My Friend Said...

Don't bother to build your dream Marriage,

When you can't even take care of your FRIEND !

Islam has put FRIENDSHIP into top priority,

Because Prophet Muhammad s.a.w himself had good friends who helped him through his BATTLE !

Appreciate the sacrifices that your friends make :)

What about FRIENDS?

1~ Tell your companions/friends that he or she loves and cares about them. 

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said: 
"If a man loves his brother, let him tell him that he loves him." 
[Reported by Abu Dawud and al-Tirmidhi, who said it is a sahih hadith]





2~ When somebody is leaving to another place his friend must pray for him without his knowledge.

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said: 
"A Muslim’s supplication for his brother in secret is answered. At his head an angel is appointed, and whenever he supplicates for his brother with something good, the angel appointed to him says, Ameen and likewise for you"   
[Muslim].





3~ Always show your friend good face when you're meeting him.

From Abu Dharr,

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said to me: 

“Do not belittle any good deed, even your meeting your brother with a cheerful face.” 

[Muslim]

4~ Shake hands when you meet him

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said, 
“When two Muslims meet and shake hands, Allah forgives the sins of both before they depart.”
[Abu Dawud]

5~ Visits each other

From Mu'adh Ibn Jabal
Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) said: 

 “My love is a right upon those who love each other for My sake; and My love is a right upon those who visit each other for My sake; and My love is a right upon those who sit together for My sake; and My love is a right upon those who maintain relations for My sake.”

[Musnad Ahmad, Number 21575, Sahih]

6~ Give gifts

From Abu Huraira, r.a, 

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said:

"Give gifts to one another, and you will love one another."

7~ Help his friends in trouble

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said:

"A muslim is a brother to a Muslim: Neither he wrongs him, nor hands him over (to another). And whoso comes in need of his brother , Allah comes in his need ;and whoso removes a calamity of a Muslim, Allah will remove a calamity from the calamities of the Resurrection Day, and whoso conceals the faults of a Muslim, Allah will conceal his sins on the Resurrection Day' (Bukhari and Muslim)"

Soon We Will Rise

It always occurs to us to see the death of Syrian children and army every time we log on to our Facebook. It kills our hearts.

We want their Matyrdom too !

How many videos and speeches we have seen and heard from our brothers around the world, calling all Muslims to help the Syrian, the Palestinian and those who were oppressed. 

We feel ourselves to be useless and angry that we can't help them. We dream of picking up weapons and putting on our battle gear so that we can put bullets into the enemies of ALLAH !

We want to be in their place oh Allah !

We want Syahid !

Why am I here?

Burdened with books and exams?

If felt so wrong with the war's going on.

***

But then I remember,

Allah is The Wisest,

Allah has placed me here so that I can help,

I Can Help By Building the ARMY OF ISLAM.

With the right Tarbiyyah and Patience.

Soon I'll be an Engineer of Islam

My friends will be Doctors of Islam, Scientists of Islam 

Then We Will March Together,

As we believe in Allah's Promise

“The promise of Allah is true, and He is Exalted in Power, Wise.” 

[Al Qur’an 31:9]

Islam Will Soon Rise. How Are We Preparing Ourselves For It

Does God Exist?

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

ا سَـــــــلاَمُ عَلَيــْــكُم وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكـَـاتُه

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I
don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."

"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for him.

Sahih International

Say, "O mankind, the truth has come to you from your Lord, so whoever is guided is only guided for [the benefit of] his soul, and whoever goes astray only goes astray [in violation] against it. And I am not over you a manager."

[ Al Qur'an 10: 108]




ps: those who search will find

Looking For Truth ~part 1~

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

ا سَـــــــلاَمُ عَلَيــْــكُم وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكـَـاتُه

Reiichi pulled his blanket closer. It was raining lightly on a sweet Sunday morning, and it was perfect. He took a quick glance at his alarm clock to see it read exactly 6.00 a.m. He smiled as he curled up in his blanket. In his mind he played his Sunday tentative. Wake up at 8.30 in the morning, having a nice breakfast; toast and a cup of hot coffee with a good novel, go cycling around the neighbourhood and watch movie until it is time for lunch.

He was just about to doze off when a loud voice came yelling into his ears. “Allahuakhbar…Allahuakhbar…!”

“Urgh…!” He groaned, pressing his pillow closer to his ears.

About 3 minutes later of enduring great pain, he heard someone opened his door, and flicked on the light. The incandescence seared through his eyes. Reiichi shut his eyes tightly, cursing under his breath. “Dammnit…”

“Rei…lets pray.” Ren called.

“Go away…” Reiichi spoke softly, hoping Ren to leave. Few seconds later he felt someone shook his body. This time the voice came more persuasively, a speck of concern hung at the edge of his voice.

“Rei, are you sick?”

“Just leave me alone Ren, please.” Reiichi replied, his voice was stern and gave a clear message that further argument is intolerable. He felt a caring hand ruffled his hair before his room was dark again, the strong smell of perfume filled the room, suffocating him.

…

When he woke up at 8.30 a.m, he felt happy. The rain had stopped, but the mist still hung in the atmosphere. The birds sung beautifully in the morning bliss. He helped himself in the pantry for his sunrise java. The steam of his coffee immediately condensed in the cold air. He laid a piece of old newspaper next to the couch and poured a generous amount of cat food. A big, orange-coloured cat yawned from beside the toilet, stretched and quickly walked over to Reiichi. He gently caressed the cat before settling down on the couch, reading his novel.

“Um…Rei, are you free tonight? There will be a programme at the Blue Mosque, about Palestine and Syria. Before that maybe we could have dinner together.” Ren asked from his study table. 

“Sorry, I have plan.” Reiichi lied without turning from his book. He took a slow sip from his coffee as his mobile phone beeped. It was Oliver. Reiichi pushed a few buttons and read the message. 

[ Hey Rei, been a long time. Dinner on me tonight? ]

[ Sure. Why not ] Reiichi deftly worked his fingers on the phone and pushed the sent button. 

 ...

He remembered Oliver. The last time he saw him was seven years ago. Reiichi was only a small boy back then. He put up a stool next to his mother’s favourite rose, clinging to the rusty old fence to watch big muscular people carrying boxes from Oliver’s house into a big lorry.  

He still remembered the smell of morning glory that coiled around the retaining iron. Oliver was older than Reiichi by a year. Before he left in his father’s new blue car, he passed Reiichi a note, along with a small photo of him and Reiichi building sandcastle together during the previous school holiday. He gave Reiichi a soft smile and said something, but Reiichi could not remember.

On the same night Reiichi opened the note. It was a drawing of him and Oliver made by crayon. They were holding hands together and facing a number of stairs and a big wide door that Reiichi assumed to be shining, considering the yellow strokes that Oliver drew which emerged from the door. Reiichi had made both picture and the note as bookmarks for his favourite books. But one day his father gone berserk, hitting his mom and he burnt all of Reiichi’s books.

“Do you think all of those ridiculous books can feed you? I’m the one who work day and night just to feed you and that bloody woman!” He shouted and threw almost anything that he could reach. The photo album hit Reiichi on his temple, and he felt warm liquid oozed down his cheek, only he could not remember whether it was blood or his tears. His mother crawled from beside the couch and hugged him, defending the little Reiichi from any other flying stray objects. She cried and kept saying the word ‘Allah…Allah’. Reiichi did not understand.

Oliver was his best friend. They used to play together under a shady tree next to a football field. Oliver had asked his father to install some planks on the tree and put up a waterproof canvas so that it could be their base. Often Reiichi would beat him to the tree every evening, reading his books. They had carved their names on the tree trunk, symbolizing their eternal friendship. Oliver could not read so well, but he always asked his father to buy books for him, and the Oliver would request Reiichi to read it for him.

One day Reiichi came to their base to find that there was a mark made by spray paint. A red arrow was painted on the wooden plank, pointing at an angle to which the sun set. When Oliver came he asked, “Did you draw the arrow? For what?”

“A direction.” Oliver replied short, his face seemed to gleam in golden colour in the evening sun. A nearby mosque played their usual song over the microphone, and then Oliver would wash parts of his body with a mineral bottle he brought from home and stood directly facing his arrow. He stood, bowed, sat and put his forehead on the wooden plank. He had read something in his actions, but Reiichi could not follow, despite the fact that he read more books than Oliver.

After Oliver finished Reiichi asked him, “What were you doing?”

“Praying. Haven’t you seen your parents doing it?” Oliver said.

Reiichi slowly shook his head. “Pray? To who?”

“Well…God, of course.” Oliver replied as he sat next to his friend.

“But why do you need to pray to God?” Reiichi seemed curious.

Oliver frowned. “Well…I’m not so sure. My father told me I need to pray.”

Reiichi was lost in his thoughts.

…

Realization came hitting him. His coffee had gone warm and the cat had already finished his breakfast. He curled up beside Reiichi, licking his paw. Holding the cup in his hand, Reiichi forced the caffeine inside his system. The liquid swam uneasily inside him, threatening to come back up. Putting the cup on the floor, he slowly lowered himself into a reclined position on the couch as he picked up the cat, hugging it closely.

…