The Imam-Preacher and his son...
PLS PATIENTLY READ THRU THIS PASSAGE...
Qur'an 3:104: Let there arise amongst you a band of people inviting to
all that is good and right, and forbidding the wrong. Such are the
successful ones...
Qur'an 16:125: Invite to the way of your Lord with beautiful preaching and in the best ways...
Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumaat service at the Central
Mosque (and shortly after Al-Usrah program), 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 'Muallim' dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
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, this eleven year old dakwah-expert turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and also 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!'
Well, the following Friday afternoon after Jumaat service (during which
period they hold a weekly program, Al-Usrah) 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 voice was heard over the speaker. As the
voice went on, a hint of glorious gaiety and contentment was plainly
evident in it even though the speaker wasn't seen,
'No one in
this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before
last Friday I was not a Muslim, and never thought I could be. My
husband had passed away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this
world. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was
even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no
longer had any hope or will to live.
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.
And as shouts of TAKBIR!!! ALLAH AKBAR!!! rented the air, even among
the ladies, despite themselves.
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'ah has had a more glorious moment, and probably this
universe has never seen a Papa 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. Please share this
wonderful message (and of course anyone I've sent or will send)...
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