Prophet Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him ‘s Patience

She thought till late at midnight and finally decided how to take revenge from him. She could not sleep all night, because she was too eager to take revenge for the idols she worshiped. Even before the first ray of sunlight had entered her window, she was busy sweeping her house. She saved all the garbage in a basket, placed it on the roof of her house and proudly looked at it for a while, then with an impatient look on her face, she looked at the street that she lived on, and thought, “No one has ever seen him angry. Everybody will praise me when they will see him shouting at me and getting mad. They will laugh at him and make fun of him.” She looked at the basket again and grinned.

Meanwhile, she heard footsteps, announcing the approach of the end of her waiting. “Finally my prey has arrived,” she thought, as she saw a man dressed in clean, white clothes coming that way. She picked up the basket in her hands and threw all the garbage on him when he passed by. Much to the woman’s disappointment, he did not say anything and continued on his way.

The upper hand is better than the lower hand

Once a father was having a walk with his son. father was a wise man,and was very much concerned with the moral education of his son. both of them headed towards their fields near by while walking.

As they went along,they saw a pair of old shoes lying in path, which they supposed to belong to a poor man who was employed in a field close by,and who had nearly finished his day’s work.

The son turned to the father, saying: “Dad ! how about if we play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them.”

“My Dear Son,” answered the father, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him.”

Former American Soldier Reverts To Islam

My reversion to Islam begins as a child, were my first religious exposure was to a Christian Cult that my now divorced mother and father were deeply involved in. During my adolescence this was short lived as my mother turned towards drugs, alcohol and a violent motorcycle gang’s counter culture. As a result my childhood was saturated with being molested by our step father for eleven years, drugs, violence and then intense physical abuse by our second step-father. It was very hard growing up in this environment and I sought the first available means of escape, the Army at the age of seventeen.

The Army was both good and bad for me, I learned how to be a strong person through the Army; unfortunately that strong person was very prone to violence. Coping with my childhood wasn’t easy, thus beginning a period of self-medicating with hard drugs and alcohol. None of these were strong enough to numb my minds’ eye of the past; I did find one thing that was though-violence. I became very aggressive, very violent towards people. I became very calculating and malicious and would fight people just to see how they fought back; as a result the Army released me from duty and my family admitted me to a psychiatric hospital, were I was a frequent in patient for over a year.

Story of A Cobbler

Once a great saint Abdullah bin mubarik went to perform hajj. One day, after he had performed his hajj , he was sitting in holy kaba in his leisure time. He went to sleep. While sleeping in his dream he saw two angles talking to each other. They were talking to each other about hajj. One of them asked about how many people came to perform hajj this year, and how many of them had their effort accepted by ALLAH subhana hu wa tala.

The other replied “ almost 6-7 lakh people came here to perform hajj, but sadly none of them had it accepted”, he added” but I have heard that there lives a cobbler in Damascus, he didn’t come to perform hajj but his hajj is accepted, and ALLAH subhana hu wa tala is accepting hajj of all others because of him.”

How I Came To Islam

By Amna Farooq

ASSALAAMAULIKUM  DEAR BROTHERS AND SISTERS
At one time in my life i was Christian but always searching for something to answer all my questions I had in my soul and my oldest son at the time was a bit rebellious and hard to control, he was only 15 then and I was a single mother as his father and I had divorced when he was only 8 years old .. Anyways , He ended up having to go to a  boys school in Indianapolis , Indiana which by the grace and mercy of Allah ended up being best for Him, and for me, as a brother  there spoke to him about Islam.
My son studied and watched Videos and ended up taking Shahadah at a very young age(15) and i saw such a change  in his behaviour and his respect towards me , he seemed to ‘glow’ when he did his prayers..I decided i wanted whatever THAT was that he had embraced for myself as well….
Together we traveled to a dawah center in Milwaukee , Wisconsin, USA and my son was a witness to his Mother taking shahadah, Alhamdullilah..  ALMOST 15 YEARS AGO…..This was only after asking many questions, watching videos of Sheikh Ahmed Deedat and  Jamal Badawi and others debating Christians, also after talking to many sisters and doing many prayers..