In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the most Merciful Pls read and share this lovely story with a very happy ending. In Shaa Allah, this story wont leave any human beings eyes dry. Every Friday, after Jumaah prayers, an Imam and his 11-year old son would go out into the town and hand out booklets on THE PATH TO PARADISE. On one particular Friday afternoon, it was very cold outside and also pouring with rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and informed his father that he was ready to go into the town as usual. But his father refused to go out in this weather. Crestfallen, the boy requested permission to go out alone. After considering for a while, the Imam agreed and handed over the booklets to his son, whilst aadvising him to be careful. The 11-year old boy walked the streets of the entire town and distributed the booklets to whoever he met. After 2 hours and drenched in the rain and bone chilled wet, he was down to the last booklet. The boy stopped at a corner and looked for someone to hand over the booklet, but the street had become deserted. Then he turned his attention towards the first house he saw and rang the doorbell. No one answered but he continued to ring the doorbell and started knocking on the door also. He waited and waited. Something was holding him there on the front porch of that particular house! Finally, the door was opened by a sad looking elderly lady. With radiant eyes and a big smile on his face, the boy apologized to the lady for disturbing her. He told her, ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and gave her the booklet. As he departed, the lady called to him and said, Thank you son, and God bless you. The following week on Friday afternoon after Jumaah prayers, the Imam was giving a lecture and afterwards asked the worshipers if they had any questions or any information to share. He passed on a microphone to the gathering. Slowly from the back row among the lady worshippers an elderly ladys voice was heard on the speakers. Everyone looked at her but no one at the gathering knew her. She started to speak, Ive never been here before. You see, up to last Friday, I was not a Muslim and wasnt aware of the teachings of Islam. I never thought I could ever become a Muslim. She continued by saying, My husband died a few years ago, leaving me completely alone and heartbroken. Last Friday, being a cold and a rainy day, I was contemplating suicide, as even our children had abandoned me. In fact, I had lost hope completely. So, I took a rope and a stool to my attic and wanted ro hang myself. I had tied one end of the rope to a hook on the ceiling and the other end around my neck. As I was about to leap off the stool, I heard the doorbell ringing. I thought Ill wait a while till the person ringing the doorbell goes away. But the ringing persisted and someone started knocking on the front door as well. The ringing and knocking seemed to get louder and louder. I started wondering who it could be since no one ever visits me. I decided to check who was at the door and loosened the noose around my neck. When I opened the door, I could hardly believe my eyes, for standing before me was the most radiant and angelic little boy Ive seen in my life. His SMILE - oh, I could never describe it to you all, but it is forever embedded in my life. The words that came from his mouth aroused my heart that had long been dead to LEAP to life. He exclaimed in a cherub like voice, Maam, Ive come to say that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU. Then he gave me the booklet, PATH TO PARADISE. After that, the little angel disappeared back into the cold and rain. I closed my front door and started reading the booklet thoroughly. Then I went back to my attic to get my rope and stool since I wouldnt be needing them anymore for my intended purpose. You see, today I stand before you as a HAPPY VICEGERANT of the ONE AND ONLY TRUE ALLAH. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, Ive come personally to say thank you to ALLAHs LITTLE ANGEL who came in the nick of time, and by doing so, spared my soul from an eternity in hell. THERE WAS NOT A DRY EYE IN THE MASJID. The shouts of TAKBIR.. ALLAH AKBAR reverberated throughout the masjid. The Imam descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated..took his son in his arms while sobbing uncontrollably. Probably no congregation had ever witnessed a more glorious moment and probably this universe had never witnessed a father that was filled with love and honour for his son...Except for One, This Very One. Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Dont let it die. Share it with others. HEAVEN is for HIS people! ALWAYS REMEMBER - OUR CREATORs MESSAGE CAN MAKE THE DIFFERENCE IN THE LIFE OF SOMEONE.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 03:26:53 +0000