In the Name of Allah,
Stay Sharp !
Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter
asked for a job in a timber merchant, and he got it. The pay was really good and so were the work conditions. For that reason,the
woodcutter was determined to do his best.
His boss gave him an axe and showed him
the area where he was supposed to work. The first day, the woodcutter brought 18 trees.
"Congratulations," the boss
said. "Go on that way!" Very motivated for the boss' words, the woodcutter try harder the next day,but he only could bring
15 trees. The third day he try even harder, but he only could bring 10 trees. Day after day he was bringing less and less
"I must be losing my strength", the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he
could not understand what was going on.
"When was the last time you sharpened your axe?" the boss asked. "Sharpen?
I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees."
Our lives are like that. We sometimes
get so busy that we don't take time to sharpen the axe." In today's world, it seems that everyone is busier than ever, but
less happy than ever. Why is that? Could it be that we have forgotten how to stay sharp?
There's nothing wrong with
activity and hard work. But God doesn't want us to get so busy that we neglect the truly important things in life, like taking
time to pray, to read. We all need time to relax, to think and meditate, to learn and grow.
If we don't take time
to sharpen the axe, we will become dull and lose our effectiveness. So start today. Think about the ways by which you could
do your job more effectively and add a lot of value to it.
I barely knew him, I have seen him in
the mosque for some days at different times and for many others I have not.
I warmly greeted him and I was
keen to know him. Until one day after Al-‘Asr (noon prayer), I stood chatting with a colleague outside the mosque while
he was coming. He greeted him and they seemed to know each other; they were schoolmates. We all engaged in the conversation
and I invited them to visit me in my house. They agreed to come the next day after Al-‘Asr.
I asked my friend about
him, he told me that he was a good character. I wondered why he did not come to the mosque for days although he was living
next door. My friend told me that this guy had some bad companions in work and when one of them called him, he did not come
to the mosque or attend the prayers and his travels increased.
I prayed to Allah to make
me a cause in his guidance and keep him away from his bad companions. I agreed with my friends to try to be his new friends
and to go out with him as much as possible in order to keep him back from the bad companionship. The man loved us and our
intimacy increased. Our friendship lasted for a long time; we used to go out together in the weekends without any previous
plans. I have even frequently canceled a lot of my family’s dates for his sake, as to be a cause in the guidance of
one man is better than the whole world.
The time passed and I had
to move to a new house on the outskirts of the town. I could not call him for a while, as I did not have a phone there so
we were separated for some time. Whenever I tried to call him in his house from any place, the answer was always, “he
is not here”. I was informed later that he had returned to his bad companions, he deviated from Allah’s path and
went astray after he had tasted the sweet taste of faith. He ignored his family and returned back to his bad behavior; leaving
the congregational prayers, recitation of Qur’an, valuable books and good company. He listened to songs and he totally
I repented his state and
prayed to Allah for both of us. I have even asked some of the brothers to return back and go out with him, but after some
time a received a sad call from a friend telling me that the guy was dead. I could not help but saying, “To Allah we
belong, and to Him is our return”.
I wanted to know what has
happened to him as I have tried to contact him many times but I failed to find him. My friend told me that he has traveled
to the East of Asia with his bad companions and he has taken an over dose! “Over dose of what?” I asked. “Of
DRUGS”, he replied. “ He died there and was put in a bier on the returned flight with a report stating the cause
of his death”, he added.
I was filled with grief
for his bad sad end and I realized that hearts are between the fingers of Allah, the most Merciful, He changes it as He likes.
The man was not sincere in his repentance (tuba) so he could not proceed, he has even returned to his previous state. “
To Allah we belong, and to Him is our return”.
I raise my hands to the
sky and supplicate from my entire heart saying: (Oh Allah, the Changer of hearts, makes my heart steadfast to Your religion).
Quoted from “Al-Zamn
Al-Kadem” (The next period) written by Abd Al-Malik Al-Kasem (amended).
Have you seen dear brothers
how the man may leave the right path after he tasted the sweet taste of faith and felt the love of Allah Almighty Who is true
when He says, “And keep thy soul content with those who call on their Lord morning and evening, seeking His face; and
let not thine eyes pass beyond them, seeking the pomp and glitter of this Life; nor obey any whose heart We have permitted
to neglect the remembrance of Us, one who follows his own desires, whose case has gone beyond all bounds”.(Al-Kahf:
Life is a test that leads
either to Paradise or to Hell.
He reverted to Islam then died !
A man used to live in Saudi Arabia originally
from India was a Siekh, and a Muslim Shaik ( Muhammad Farrag ) used to invite him a lot to Islam. He neither refused
nor accepted the idea because of his family.
Then one day Allah opened his heart
to Islam, he came to the shaik in his mosque to embrace Islam. The shaik was busy with his students and some Du’ah (Muslim
missioners who invite people to the worship of Allah).
Sheik Muhammad did not know that
the man wanted to enter in Islam so he did not give him any attention and he left the mosque with his students.
The man, who wanted to enter in
Allah’s religion, remained standing at the door of the mosque watching the shaik and his students riding their cars
and moving away. On that sight he could not prevent himself from crying and burst into tears. While he was standing weeping
at the door of the mosque, a young man who lived in the same quarter passed by him.
He asked him about the reason of
his crying and the Indian replied that he wanted to be a Muslim.
The young man (May Allah rewards
him the best) took him to his house. He made him perform abulution (wudoo) and say the two testimonies (No god but Allah and
Muhammad is His Messenger). The Indian left after he said the testimony and it was about the dusk prayer (Al-Maghrib). Then
he went to his room and suffered from a severe stomachache.
The young man came to shaik Muhammad
and told him the whole story. The shaik repented what he had done though he was ignorant of the matter. He went to the Indian’s
room, but his colleagues told him that he had died last night and he was then in the fridge of the Central Hospital. The shaik
went with some Du’ah to the hospital to receive his corpse, but the hospital refused stating that the embassy had sent
to his family in India and they would receive his corpse to be burnt there. The sheik objected saying that the man became
a Muslim and there were witnesses on that, but still the hospital refused.
Sheik Muhammad went to Shaik Abd
Al-Aziz Bin Baz (May Allah rest his soul and have mercy upon him) and told him the whole story. Shaik Abd Al-Aziz said that
the Indian should not be given to his family as he became their brother in Islam; they should pray on his corpse and bury
him there. He should not be given to the unbelievers. Sheik Abd Al-Aziz sent a copy of the subject to the emirate and requested
an order to give the corpse to sheik Muhammad Farrag.
The emirate ordered the hospital
to give the corpse to Shaik Muhammad and he received it. Some Du’ah washed the man and put him in his coffin. The funeral
prayer coincided with Al-Goma’ah (the congregational prayer). Shaik Muhammad gave a wonderful oration on the one who
embraced Islam then died without making one prostration to Allah. He stated in the first oration some similar examples from
history, then he stated in the second one the story of the Indian man upon whom they would pray after Al-Goma’ah. The
Muslims pray upon him, then they carried him upon their shoulders and they all went to the graveyard led by a lot of Du’ah
It was a moving scene, May Allah accept (his deeds) and have mercy upon him.
Written by meteor at clouds
On the Authority of ‘Abdullah
bin Mus’ud (May Allah be pleased with him) who said that the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him), the true and truly
inspired said, “(The matter of Creation of) a human being is put together in the womb of the mother for forty days,
and then he becomes a clot of thick blood for a similar period, and then a piece of flesh for similar period. Then Allah sends
an angel who is ordered to write four things. He is ordered to write his (i.e. the new creature’s) deeds, his livelihood,
his (date of) death, and whether he will be blessed or wretched (in religion). Then the soul is breathed into him. By Allah
who is no God but Him, a man amongst you may do (good) deeds till there is only a cubit between him and paradise and then
what has been written for him decides his behavior and he starts doing (evil) deeds characteristic of the people of the (Hell)
Fire so he enters it. And similarly a man amongst you may do (evil) deeds till there is only a cubit between him and the (Hell)
Fire, and then what has been written for him decides his behavior, and he starts doing deeds characteristic of the people
of Paradise so he enters it.” Narrated by Al-Bukhari and Muslim.
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed
up on a small, uninhabited island ....
He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue
him,and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to
build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.
But then one
day, after scavenging for food,he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst
had happened;everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.
"Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried.
Plenty of people use such statement --- think again you should never qestion Allah nor object to his willing)
the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.
did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
It is easy
to get discouraged when things are going badly.
But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even
in the midst of pain and suffering.
Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a
smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.
Pass this on. You never know who may be in need of this today.
My Favourite Stories
Daddi Can you give me 10$ ?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated,
to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.
"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?" replied the man.
"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"
"That's none of your business! What makes you ask such
a thing?" the man said angrily.
"I just want to know. Please tell me, how
much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy.
"If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour."
"Oh, " the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up,
he said, "Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?"
The father was furious. "If the only reason you want
to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself
straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have
time for such childish games."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the
door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only
to get some money. After an hour or so , the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his
son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The
man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep son?" he asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you
earlier," said the man. "It's been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here's that $10.00 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you
daddy!" he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy
already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
"Why did you want more money if you already had some?"
the father grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little
boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20.00 now... Can I buy an hour of your time?"
Please Take me !
"I was driving to the grocery store just
thinking of everything on my list to do today. Taking the kids to soccer practice, cleaning the house, getting groceries,
getting the oil changed in the car, the list went on and on. i was feeling overwhelmed and was already tired before I had
even gotten started.
On my way to the store I saw something horrible
happen!! A train had run into a car that was crossing the tracks. I thought "Oh no!, This is horrible, there is no way the
driver of that car could have lived!!"
I was the closest car to the tracks so I
put my car in park and got out. I ran over to the car and looked in and could not believe what I was seeing. Tears came to
my eyes and I just couldn't take it. Inside the car was a woman driving that was obviously dead.
In the backseat was a
baby in it's car seat bleeding everywhere and next to the baby was a little girl who I guessed to be about 4 years old and
she was bleeding also. Just then the little girl spoke.
She said, "Is my mommy and baby sister okay?"
I just looked at her and said "Honey I don't know. There is a doctor on his way right now."
Just then the little girl started crying
saying, "Don't take my mommy and my baby sister - Take me with you too!! Please!!"
She was pleading at who knows what
to take her - but take her where?? I asked the little girl who she was talking to and she said, "don't you see ?"
Angel is taking my mommy and my baby sister! I want to go with them too! My mommy is waving goodbye to me and she is holding
my baby sister and she is smiling!"
The little girl started to cry because she did not want to stay, she wanted to go
with her mommy and her baby sister.
I felt so sorry for her. I didn't believe
in God and I thought to myself, "Where did an Angel come from? What kind of God would take a mommy and a baby but not the
At that moment I saw the little girl start
to smile so big as she held her arms out to something, someone to pick her up. I thought to myself that she must be delirious
and maybe she is hurt worse that I thought. Just then the little girl closed her eyes and slumped over in her seat. She was
I couldn't be sad even though this was a
4 year old little girl that had just died. You wouldn't be sad either if you could see that beautiful smile on her face! I
guess her mommy and baby sister came back to get her.
That was also the day that God came to get me - as that was the
day that I became a believer and turned my life over to the only One God."