Tear Jerking Incident
Really a touching story >>>>>>>It's about muslim man named Rashid. He Says. "I was not a >>>>>>>practicing muslim, I had bad friends. I enjoyed going out with >>>>>>>them. I was almost never home, but always at gatherings with >>>>>>>friends, in these gatherings we backbited, gossiped and made >>>>>>>fun of ppl. I was especially known among my friends to make >>>>>>>jokes and ppl were impressed by the way I was so good at it. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One night (at the time I was 30 and married and my wife was >>>>>>>pregnant with our 1st child) I was as usual gathered with my >>>>>>>friends and talking useless talk. I was telling them how I was >>>>>>>at >>>>> >>>>>>>the market one day and I saw a blind man and I put my leg out >>>>>>>in front of this man and the blind man tripped and fell on his >>>>>>>face. My friends laughed and so on. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>When I went back home that night, my wife told me 'were have u >>>>>>>been?' 'I am so tired and sick and I think I am in labor.' A >>>>>>>tear dropped down her cheek. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt guilty, for I hadn't cared about my wife properly. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I quickly took her to the hospital. She was in pain for a long >>>>>>>time and could not give birth, I waited patiently, but >>>>>>>eventually I left and told the hospital to call me when she >>>>>>>gave birth. An hour later, they called telling me my wife had >>>>>>>given birth to baby boy named Salem. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I quickly went to the hospital. I asked >>>>>which room my wife was in. >>>>>>>They told me I 1st had to see the doctor. I got mad at them >>>>>>>and said "What doctor? I want to see my son!?!" they insisted >>>>>>>that I see the doctor first. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>So I went to the doctor, she first talked to me about >>>>>>>calamities and that one must accept the will (qadar) of Allah. >>>>>>>Then she told me, 'your son is blind!' My lowered my head and >>>>>>>remembered the blind man I tripped and made fun of. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I didn't know what to say, I thanked the doctor for her >>>>>>>kindness and went to see my wife. My wife was not sad, rather >>>>>>>she accepted the will of Allah (swt). She had always advised >>>>>>>me not to make fun of ppl and not to gossip and backbite. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>We left the hospital. I did not care about Salem, I did >>>>>not like >>>>>>>him, I pretended that he wasn't even in the house. But, my >>>>>>>wife loved Salem very much and cared for him. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem grew and he began to crawl, he wasn't crawling properly. >>>>>>>When he began to walk, we discovered that he was handicapped. >>>>>>>This was too much for me >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Later, my wife gave birth to 2 boys, Omar and Khalid. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Years passed, salem and his brothers grew. I continued to hang >>>>>>>out with my bad friends and did not like to be at home. >>>>>>>However, my wife was patient with me and she always made dua >>>>>>>that Allah guide me. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One Friday, I woke up at 11 am (which was early for me) and >>>>>>>was getting ready to go to a walimah (I did not go to Jummah). >>>>>>>I got dressed, put on 3tter, and was about to >>>>>head out the door when I saw Salem >>>>>>>(who was 10 yrs old) crying very loudly in the living room. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>So, for the first time in 10 years I cared and went to ask him >>>>>>>why he was crying. When salem felt me coming near, he stopped >>>>>>>crying and pushed me away as if to say, "Now you care, where >>>>>>>were you for the past 10 yrs!" >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem was calling his mother and brothers, but no one was >>>>>>>answering him, so he went to his room. I followed him. At >>>>>>>first, he would not tell me why he was crying. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Do you know why he was crying? His brother Omar, who normally >>>>>>>took him to the masjid, was late. Salem was afraid that since >>>>>>>it was a Friday, he would not be able to get a spot in the >>>>>>>front row at the mosque. I said, "is that why you cried >>>>>salem?" salem answered positively. >>>>>>>I, out of disbelief from what I heard, forgot about my friends >>>>>>>and the walimah. I then told salem that I would take him to >>>>>>>the mosque. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem could not believe what he had heard. He thought his >>>>>>>father was mocking him. He then began to cry. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I wiped salem's tears and took him by his hand to take him to >>>>>>>the car. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem refused. He said the mosque is near, and he wants to >>>>>>>walk there by foot. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I could not remember the last time he went to the mosque. The >>>>>>>mosque was full, but I was able to find a spot for salem in >>>>>>>the first row. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>After prayer was over, salem asked me to get him copy of the >>>>>>>Quran. I thought, 'how can he want a Quran if he is >>>>>blind!!!!' so I gave >>>>>>>him one anyway so that his feelings would not be hurt. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem then asked me to open to surat al-kahf. So when I opened >>>>>>>it for him, salem began to recite. He had memorized the entire >>>>>>>surah. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I took a Quran and >>>>>>>began to read. I asked Allah for forgiveness and guidance. I >>>>>>>then began to sob like a child. There were still people in the >>>>>>>mosque, so I tried to hide my tears. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I couldn't. I began to sob loudly. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt a small hand wiping his tears away. It was salem. He >>>>>>>hugged me and I thought, 'you aren't the blind one, for I am, >>>>>>>because I ran after the evil people who would drag me into >>>>>>>hell-fire.' >>>>>>> >>>>>>>>From that day on I never missed >>>>>a prayer at the mosque. My wife was >>>>>>>really happy. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I left all my bad friends and tasted the sweetness of eman. I >>>>>>>went to halaqas. I became closer to Allah and to my family. I >>>>>>>thanked Allah for this great blessing. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One day my pious friends decided to go to a far away place to >>>>>>>make dawah. I hesitated about going, I made istikharah and >>>>>>>asked my wife, to my surprise she encouraged me to go. She was >>>>>>>so happy, for before I used to travel w/o asking her. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I told Salem that I would be traveling, he hugged me with his >>>>>>>tiny arms, bidding me farewell. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I was away for 3 months and I would call my family and I >>>>>>>missed them greatly, especially Salem. Whenever, I called I >>>>>>>would ask for him but he was either at >>>>>school or the mosque. Everytime I told my >>>>>>>wife how much I missed him, she would laugh cheerfully. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Except for the last call, she did not laugh but her voice had >>>>>>>changed. I told her to say salam to Salem and she said "Insha >>>>>>>Allah" and was quiet. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I finally came back home and hoped Salem would open the door >>>>>>>for me, but Khaled did. Then I saw my wife, her face had >>>>>>>changed. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I asked her "what's wrong?" she replied "nothing." >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Then I remembered Salem, and asked "where is he?" My wife >>>>>>>lowered her head and did not answer. A tear dropped down her >>>>>>>cheek. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I screamed at her, "where's Salem, where is he?'" >>>>>>> >>>>>>>My son Khaled (4 yrs old), said "Daddy, Thalem went to Jannah, >>>>>>>he is with >>>>>Allah." >>>>>>> >>>>>>>My wife could not handle it and she broke down in tears and >>>>>>>left the room. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I found out later that Salem had got sick with a fever and >>>>>>>went to hospital 2 weeks before I arrived. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>The fever worsened and his mother stayed by his side and until >>>>>>>his soul departed his body."
Really a touching story >>>>>>>It's about muslim man named Rashid. He Says. "I was not a >>>>>>>practicing muslim, I had bad friends. I enjoyed going out with >>>>>>>them. I was almost never home, but always at gatherings with >>>>>>>friends, in these gatherings we backbited, gossiped and made >>>>>>>fun of ppl. I was especially known among my friends to make >>>>>>>jokes and ppl were impressed by the way I was so good at it. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One night (at the time I was 30 and married and my wife was >>>>>>>pregnant with our 1st child) I was as usual gathered with my >>>>>>>friends and talking useless talk. I was telling them how I was >>>>>>>at >>>>> >>>>>>>the market one day and I saw a blind man and I put my leg out >>>>>>>in front of this man and the blind man tripped and fell on his >>>>>>>face. My friends laughed and so on. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>When I went back home that night, my wife told me 'were have u >>>>>>>been?' 'I am so tired and sick and I think I am in labor.' A >>>>>>>tear dropped down her cheek. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt guilty, for I hadn't cared about my wife properly. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I quickly took her to the hospital. She was in pain for a long >>>>>>>time and could not give birth, I waited patiently, but >>>>>>>eventually I left and told the hospital to call me when she >>>>>>>gave birth. An hour later, they called telling me my wife had >>>>>>>given birth to baby boy named Salem. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I quickly went to the hospital. I asked >>>>>which room my wife was in. >>>>>>>They told me I 1st had to see the doctor. I got mad at them >>>>>>>and said "What doctor? I want to see my son!?!" they insisted >>>>>>>that I see the doctor first. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>So I went to the doctor, she first talked to me about >>>>>>>calamities and that one must accept the will (qadar) of Allah. >>>>>>>Then she told me, 'your son is blind!' My lowered my head and >>>>>>>remembered the blind man I tripped and made fun of. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I didn't know what to say, I thanked the doctor for her >>>>>>>kindness and went to see my wife. My wife was not sad, rather >>>>>>>she accepted the will of Allah (swt). She had always advised >>>>>>>me not to make fun of ppl and not to gossip and backbite. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>We left the hospital. I did not care about Salem, I did >>>>>not like >>>>>>>him, I pretended that he wasn't even in the house. But, my >>>>>>>wife loved Salem very much and cared for him. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem grew and he began to crawl, he wasn't crawling properly. >>>>>>>When he began to walk, we discovered that he was handicapped. >>>>>>>This was too much for me >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Later, my wife gave birth to 2 boys, Omar and Khalid. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Years passed, salem and his brothers grew. I continued to hang >>>>>>>out with my bad friends and did not like to be at home. >>>>>>>However, my wife was patient with me and she always made dua >>>>>>>that Allah guide me. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One Friday, I woke up at 11 am (which was early for me) and >>>>>>>was getting ready to go to a walimah (I did not go to Jummah). >>>>>>>I got dressed, put on 3tter, and was about to >>>>>head out the door when I saw Salem >>>>>>>(who was 10 yrs old) crying very loudly in the living room. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>So, for the first time in 10 years I cared and went to ask him >>>>>>>why he was crying. When salem felt me coming near, he stopped >>>>>>>crying and pushed me away as if to say, "Now you care, where >>>>>>>were you for the past 10 yrs!" >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem was calling his mother and brothers, but no one was >>>>>>>answering him, so he went to his room. I followed him. At >>>>>>>first, he would not tell me why he was crying. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Do you know why he was crying? His brother Omar, who normally >>>>>>>took him to the masjid, was late. Salem was afraid that since >>>>>>>it was a Friday, he would not be able to get a spot in the >>>>>>>front row at the mosque. I said, "is that why you cried >>>>>salem?" salem answered positively. >>>>>>>I, out of disbelief from what I heard, forgot about my friends >>>>>>>and the walimah. I then told salem that I would take him to >>>>>>>the mosque. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem could not believe what he had heard. He thought his >>>>>>>father was mocking him. He then began to cry. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I wiped salem's tears and took him by his hand to take him to >>>>>>>the car. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem refused. He said the mosque is near, and he wants to >>>>>>>walk there by foot. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I could not remember the last time he went to the mosque. The >>>>>>>mosque was full, but I was able to find a spot for salem in >>>>>>>the first row. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>After prayer was over, salem asked me to get him copy of the >>>>>>>Quran. I thought, 'how can he want a Quran if he is >>>>>blind!!!!' so I gave >>>>>>>him one anyway so that his feelings would not be hurt. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Salem then asked me to open to surat al-kahf. So when I opened >>>>>>>it for him, salem began to recite. He had memorized the entire >>>>>>>surah. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I took a Quran and >>>>>>>began to read. I asked Allah for forgiveness and guidance. I >>>>>>>then began to sob like a child. There were still people in the >>>>>>>mosque, so I tried to hide my tears. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I couldn't. I began to sob loudly. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I felt a small hand wiping his tears away. It was salem. He >>>>>>>hugged me and I thought, 'you aren't the blind one, for I am, >>>>>>>because I ran after the evil people who would drag me into >>>>>>>hell-fire.' >>>>>>> >>>>>>>>From that day on I never missed >>>>>a prayer at the mosque. My wife was >>>>>>>really happy. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I left all my bad friends and tasted the sweetness of eman. I >>>>>>>went to halaqas. I became closer to Allah and to my family. I >>>>>>>thanked Allah for this great blessing. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>One day my pious friends decided to go to a far away place to >>>>>>>make dawah. I hesitated about going, I made istikharah and >>>>>>>asked my wife, to my surprise she encouraged me to go. She was >>>>>>>so happy, for before I used to travel w/o asking her. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I told Salem that I would be traveling, he hugged me with his >>>>>>>tiny arms, bidding me farewell. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I was away for 3 months and I would call my family and I >>>>>>>missed them greatly, especially Salem. Whenever, I called I >>>>>>>would ask for him but he was either at >>>>>school or the mosque. Everytime I told my >>>>>>>wife how much I missed him, she would laugh cheerfully. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Except for the last call, she did not laugh but her voice had >>>>>>>changed. I told her to say salam to Salem and she said "Insha >>>>>>>Allah" and was quiet. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I finally came back home and hoped Salem would open the door >>>>>>>for me, but Khaled did. Then I saw my wife, her face had >>>>>>>changed. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I asked her "what's wrong?" she replied "nothing." >>>>>>> >>>>>>>Then I remembered Salem, and asked "where is he?" My wife >>>>>>>lowered her head and did not answer. A tear dropped down her >>>>>>>cheek. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I screamed at her, "where's Salem, where is he?'" >>>>>>> >>>>>>>My son Khaled (4 yrs old), said "Daddy, Thalem went to Jannah, >>>>>>>he is with >>>>>Allah." >>>>>>> >>>>>>>My wife could not handle it and she broke down in tears and >>>>>>>left the room. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>I found out later that Salem had got sick with a fever and >>>>>>>went to hospital 2 weeks before I arrived. >>>>>>> >>>>>>>The fever worsened and his mother stayed by his side and until >>>>>>>his soul departed his body."