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.
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Spread His Word, help Him and you’ll see His hand in everything you do…