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#1
A TOUCHING STORY THAT MOVED ME
INTO TEARS;
Ahmed was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first Qirat lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to
Ahmed. But Ahmed said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him recite the Quran. So I took him as a student. Well, Ahmed began with his Qirat lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as he tried, he lacked the sense of reading and failed to recognize the alphabets. But he
dutifully read the Quran that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me recite someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Ahmed off or waited in
her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Ahmed stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Ahmed (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to Qirat lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss ... I've just got to recite!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to participate in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Ahmed up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do
would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain" Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Ahmed came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?" He began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Surah- Al Kahf. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His voice was light and soft. His rectials were perfect! Never had I heard a recital so well by a person his age. After six and a half minutes he
ended . Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Ahmed in joy. "I've never heard like that Ahmed! How'd you do it?" Through the microphone Ahmed explained: "Well Shaykh...remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well....she was
born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special." There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Ahmed from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Ahmed as my pupil. ... He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
اپنی خرابیوں کا ہے مختصر فسانہ
اقوال عارفانہ اعمال احمقانہ
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#2
Story is good, but convertion is not good ,for example

1. "Miss ... I've just got to recite!" he insisted
2. "Well Shaykh...remember I told you my mom was sick
3. so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play

so please do check mistakes before posting a converted story
You Live Only Twice, So Utilize It Carefully
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#3
such a nice story, I was feeling myself in that crowd of peoples and got tears

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#4
A Wise And Saintly Rich Man,
Sensing His Approaching Death,
Called His Son To His Side And Gave Him These instructions :
“ My Son, I Shall Be Leaving You Very Shortly.
On The Day When I Die,
And They Have Washed My Body And Come To Wrap it in The Shroud,
I Want You To Put One Of My Socks On My Foot.
This is My Final Request Of You.”

Soon After This, The Old Man Did indeed Die,
Leaving Behind His Goods And Property,
His Children And His Dependents.
Family, Friends, Acquaintances And Neighbours Attended His Funeral.
The Body Had Been Washed And Was Almost Completely Wrapped in The Shroud,
When The Son Remembered His Father’s Wish.
Finding One Of His Old Socks,
He Handed it To The Washer Of The Dead,
Saying, “ In Accordance With My Father’s Last Request,
Please Put This Sock On His Foot.”

“ That is Quite Impossible :’
Said The Man.
“ Such A Thing is Utterly Impermissible in Islam. I Cannot Act Against The Shariah.”

Despite This Valid Objection, The Son insisted,
“ That Was My Father’s Final Request ;
it Must Certainly Be Carried Out.”

The Washer Of The Dead Was Unmoved.
“ If You Won’t Take My Word For it,”
He Said,
“ Go And Ask The Mufti.
He Will Confirm What I Tell You,
That it is Not Permissible.”
Holding Up The Funeral,
They Consulted The Mufti,
Preachers And Scholars,
All Of Whom Declared That This Was Not Permissible in Islam.
Just Then,
An Aged Friend Of The Deceased interrupted The Debate With These Words To The Son :

“ My Boy, Your Late Father Entrusted Me With A Letter Which I Was To Hand Over To You After His Departure.
Here, This Letter Belongs To You.”
So Saying, He Gave Him An Envelope.
Taken By Surprise,
The Boy Opened The Envelope And Read Out The Contents Of His Father’s Letter.

“ My Son, All This Wealth And Property I Have Left To You.
Now You See :
At The Last Moment,
They Won’t Even Let You Give Me An Old Sock To Wear.
When You Yourself Come One Day To Be in My Condition They Will Also Refuse To Let You Keep Anything But Your Shroud.
Eight Yards Of Shroud Are All You Will Be Able To Carry Over From This Fleeting World into The Hereafter.
So Pull Yourself Together And Be Prepared. Spend The Fortune I Have Left You,
Not For The Satisfaction Of Vain Desires,
But sin Ways Pleasing To Allah,
That You May Achieve Honour in Both Worlds.”
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#5
A Wise And Saintly Rich Man,
Sensing His Approaching Death,
Called His Son To His Side And Gave Him These instructions :
“ My Son, I Shall Be Leaving You Very Shortly.
On The Day When I Die,
And They Have Washed My Body And Come To Wrap it in The Shroud,
I Want You To Put One Of My Socks On My Foot.
This is My Final Request Of You.”

Soon After This, The Old Man Did indeed Die,
Leaving Behind His Goods And Property,
His Children And His Dependents.
Family, Friends, Acquaintances And Neighbours Attended His Funeral.
The Body Had Been Washed And Was Almost Completely Wrapped in The Shroud,
When The Son Remembered His Father’s Wish.
Finding One Of His Old Socks,
He Handed it To The Washer Of The Dead,
Saying, “ In Accordance With My Father’s Last Request,
Please Put This Sock On His Foot.”

“ That is Quite Impossible :’
Said The Man.
“ Such A Thing is Utterly Impermissible in Islam. I Cannot Act Against The Shariah.”

Despite This Valid Objection, The Son insisted,
“ That Was My Father’s Final Request ;
it Must Certainly Be Carried Out.”

The Washer Of The Dead Was Unmoved.
“ If You Won’t Take My Word For it,”
He Said,
“ Go And Ask The Mufti.
He Will Confirm What I Tell You,
That it is Not Permissible.”
Holding Up The Funeral,
They Consulted The Mufti,
Preachers And Scholars,
All Of Whom Declared That This Was Not Permissible in Islam.
Just Then,
An Aged Friend Of The Deceased interrupted The Debate With These Words To The Son :

“ My Boy, Your Late Father Entrusted Me With A Letter Which I Was To Hand Over To You After His Departure.
Here, This Letter Belongs To You.”
So Saying, He Gave Him An Envelope.
Taken By Surprise,
The Boy Opened The Envelope And Read Out The Contents Of His Father’s Letter.

“ My Son, All This Wealth And Property I Have Left To You.
Now You See :
At The Last Moment,
They Won’t Even Let You Give Me An Old Sock To Wear.
When You Yourself Come One Day To Be in My Condition They Will Also Refuse To Let You Keep Anything But Your Shroud.
Eight Yards Of Shroud Are All You Will Be Able To Carry Over From This Fleeting World into The Hereafter.
So Pull Yourself Together And Be Prepared. Spend The Fortune I Have Left You,
Not For The Satisfaction Of Vain Desires,
But sin Ways Pleasing To Allah,
That You May Achieve Honour in Both Worlds.”
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#6
fox-for-fun Wrote:Story is good, but convertion is not good ,for example

1. "Miss ... I've just got to recite!" he insisted
2. "Well Shaykh...remember I told you my mom was sick
3. so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play

so please do check mistakes before posting a converted story

hum pakistani ager jisay tuuti phuuti angrazi aate ho woo ek gooray say bat karain, woo kabhi galti nai nikalay ga, balkay pretend karay ga k usay sab samaj aa gaai. Or ager humhe log apnay he kise pakistani bhai say english bol lain galte say, woo 600 galteyan nikalay ga. Hum logoun ko waisay b dosroun ko criticize karnay mai bohat maza ata hai. Nothing personal foxy, just taking generally.
Itni paicheedgeyoun mai na paroo dost, pagal na ho jaoo kaheen:-s.. <!-- s:eek: --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/eek.gif" alt=":eek:" title="eek" /><!-- s:eek: -->
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#7
Quote: by soLja on Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:39 pm
hum pakistani ager jisay tuuti phuuti angrazi aate ho woo ek gooray say bat karain, woo kabhi galti nai nikalay ga, balkay pretend karay ga k usay sab samaj aa gaai. Or ager humhe log apnay he kise pakistani bhai say english bol lain galte say, woo 600 galteyan nikalay ga. Hum logoun ko waisay b dosroun ko criticize karnay mai bohat maza ata hai. Nothing personal foxy, just taking generally.
Itni paicheedgeyoun mai na paroo dost, pagal na ho jaoo kaheen:-s.. <!-- s:eek: --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/eek.gif" alt=":eek:" title="eek" /><!-- s:eek: -->


Abay chal apnay kam say kam rakh
You Live Only Twice, So Utilize It Carefully
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#8
fox-for-fun Wrote:
Quote: by soLja on Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:39 pm
hum pakistani ager jisay tuuti phuuti angrazi aate ho woo ek gooray say bat karain, woo kabhi galti nai nikalay ga, balkay pretend karay ga k usay sab samaj aa gaai. Or ager humhe log apnay he kise pakistani bhai say english bol lain galte say, woo 600 galteyan nikalay ga. Hum logoun ko waisay b dosroun ko criticize karnay mai bohat maza ata hai. Nothing personal foxy, just taking generally.
Itni paicheedgeyoun mai na paroo dost, pagal na ho jaoo kaheen:-s.. <!-- s:eek: --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/eek.gif" alt=":eek:" title="eek" /><!-- s:eek: -->


Abay chal apnay kam say kam rakh

aww dukhti rag pay paunnn?Big GrinBig Grin
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#9
Impressive story Pak|stan
Dheerey Dheerey Machal Oooooo Jia beQaraar koi Aaya haiiii koi aaya haiiiii......... Nahi aaya naa koi 
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#10
Jia420 Wrote:Impressive story Pak|stan
jia420
kaunsi wali story achi lagi pak|stan ki
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#11
hahah thanks ...
sorry ... wo galti say double ho gaya tha .. ;/
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#12
PaK|sTaN Wrote:hahah thanks ...
sorry ... wo galti say double ho gaya tha .. ;/
yar mujhay bhi to double hona tha ..
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#13
Running away from Islam, Then...

No one was more hostile to Islam in its early days than Abu Jahl. In fact he was given this nickname, which means “father of ignorance”, because of his stubborn opposition that was based on tribal interests and personal pride rather than any valid reason. Throughout the period when the Prophet (peace be upon him) advocated his message in Makkah, lasting 13 years, Abu Jahl was the most hardened opponent of Islam. He was then the man that ensured that the Quraysh army went out to meet the Muslims at the Battle of Badr. He was killed in that battle.

His son, Ikrimah, was also a determined opponent of Islam. After his father’s death, Ikrimah was one of the new leadership in Makkah, maintaining a stand of hard opposition. When the Prophet entered Makkah, after the Quraysh violated the Al-Hudaybiyah peace agreement, some of the stalwarts of Quraysh, including Ikrimah, fled. His wife, Umm Hakeem bint Al-Harith ibn Hisham went to the Prophet and embraced Islam. She then said to the Prophet: “Messenger of God! Ikrimah has fled to Yemen, fearing that you will kill him. Grant him a pledge of security.” The Prophet granted her what she requested.
Umm Hakeem traveled in pursuit of her husband, taking with her a slave who belonged to her husband, but the slave tried to seduce her. Feeling her vulnerability, she resorted to delaying tactics, promising him a positive response in good time. When they passed a tribe, she sought their help and they managed to chain him and kept him prisoner. She continued her travel until she reached an area by the seaside before reaching Yemen. Her husband was there.
Prior to her arrival there, Ikrimah had boarded a boat aiming for Yemen, but the boat was caught in a storm. The headman told the passengers that they should pray sincerely. Ikrimah asked him how to pray, and the man told him to say, “there is no deity other than God.” He said: “I fled so that I would not say this.” The people in the boat told him: “Your deities will avail you nothing.” The boat managed to get back to shore and Ikrimah was saved. His wife caught up with him at this stage.
She said to him: “I have come to you, having met the best, kindest and most compassionate man. Do not risk your life again. I have obtained a pledge of security for you.” And she told him what she did. He decided to go back with her. As they were on their way back she told him what the slave tried to do. He killed the slave. On the way, his wife refused him as he approached her for sex, saying that now that she was a Muslim and he was not, she could not respond to him. He said: “If your faith will stop you responding to me when I am your husband, then it must be very serious.”
As Ikrimah approached Makkah, the Prophet said to his companions: “Ikrimah will be arriving soon, coming as a believer in Islam, migrating for his faith. Do not curse his father. Cursing a dead man will upset the living without affecting the dead person.”
When Ikrimah approached and the Prophet saw him, he stood up to meet him, delighted that he came. Then the Prophet sat down while Ikrimah remained standing, and his wife with him covering her face. He said: “Muhammad! This woman claims that you have given me a pledge of security.” The Prophet said: “She is right. You are safe.” He asked: “Muhammad! What do you call for?” The Prophet said: “I call on you to declare that there is no deity other than God, and that I am God’s Messenger, and to attend regularly to prayer, and pay your zakah to the poor, and... (The Prophet mentioned the main Islamic duties).” Ikrimah said: “You only advocate the truth and what is good and beneficial. Even before you started your call, you were the most honest and honorable among us. I declare that there is no deity other than God and that Muhammad is God’s servant and Messenger.” The Prophet was delighted.
Ikrimah then asked the Prophet what was the best that he could say, and the Prophet told him that it was the declaration of God’s oneness. He asked him what was the next best. The Prophet said: “You say: ‘I ask God to be my witness and all those present that I am a Muslim who strive for Islam, ready to abandon my home for it.’ Ikrimah said that. The Prophet said to him: ‘You may ask me anything today, and I will grant you that.’ Ikrimah said: ‘I request you to pray God to forgive me any hostile act I did against you, and any effort or action to which I contributed in opposition to you, and anything I said against you in your presence or absence.” The Prophet prayed God in exactly the same words. Ikrimah then said: “Messenger of God! Whatever financial contribution I made in opposition to God’s cause, I will now contribute double for Islam. And whatever fight I fought against Islam, now I will fight double that for Islam.”
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#14
God made cousins
So that
Parents can compare
our marks... :/ <!-- sTongue --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/10.gif" alt="Tongue" title="Tongue" /><!-- sTongue -->

‪True Story‬ <!-- sBig Grin --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/4.gif" alt="Big Grin" title="Big Grin" /><!-- sBig Grin -->
اپنی خرابیوں کا ہے مختصر فسانہ
اقوال عارفانہ اعمال احمقانہ
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chulbula Wrote:God made cousins
So that
Parents can compare
our marks... :/ <!-- sTongue --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/10.gif" alt="Tongue" title="Tongue" /><!-- sTongue -->

‪True Story‬ <!-- sBig Grin --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/4.gif" alt="Big Grin" title="Big Grin" /><!-- sBig Grin -->

ahhaah
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