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04-11-2010, 01:17 AM
*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

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

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

** Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my

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.

04-11-2010, 01:21 AM
SubhanAllah! what a lucky boy he was. Inviting others towards the truth is not an easy task because before advising them, we ourselves should practice our faith because actions speaks louder than words.

04-11-2010, 03:39 AM
Subhanallah.. im truly speechless.

04-11-2010, 03:46 AM
i think mishal sir is right because action speaks louder than words and unless we dont preach ourselves, our words will have no impact on others..indeed this boy has been very lucky

04-11-2010, 06:22 AM
Subhanallah, This is a very amazing story. Thank you lots for sharing this with us. =)

04-11-2010, 10:40 AM
subhan Allah..............