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,
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