Shayad ye sach hey..

Shayad ye sach hey..

keh Bicherney se koi Martta nahi...

Lekin Ek Din...

Main ney Phool ko Tehnii se Juda kia to...

Phool chand saaniyo'n mein Murjhaa kr Dam tor gia...

Tab main ney Jana...

Keh...

Agr Jazbay sachay aur Be-laos hon...

To...

Bicharney se koi Mar bhe sakta hey....!!!!

This made my eyes wet

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 answered..

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 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!'

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 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. 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.

Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father 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
Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...

Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion....

پاکدامنی

شیخ عبدالحق محدث دہلویؒ کے مکتوبات میں لکھا ہے کہ ایک مرتبہ دہلی میں قحط پڑا ، بارش نہیں ہورہی تھی، دریاﺅں اور بہروں کا پانی خشل تھا، حتیٰ کہ درخت بھی خشک ہوگئے تھے۔ لوگ پریشان تھے کہ فصلیں نہیں ہورہی۔ قحط سالی کی وجہ سے چرند پرند بھی پریشان ہوگئے۔ سب عوام، علماءاور صلحاءبھی شہر سے باہر آگئے، سب نے نماز استسقاءپڑھی اور دعا مانگی مگر پھر بھی بارش کے آثار ظاہر نہ ہوئے۔ اسی اثناءمیں ایک نوجوان اپنی والدہ کو لے کر قریبی راستے سے گزر رہا تھا، اس نے لوگوں کو اکٹھا دیکھا تو قریب آیا اور سواری سے اتر کر پوچھاکہ لوگ کیوں جمع ہیں؟ لوگوں نے کہا قحط سالی ہے، رحمت کی بارش مانگ رہے ہیں، سب معافی مانگ رہے ہیں مگر بارش کے آثار ظاہر نہیں ہورہے۔ وہ کہنے لگا بہت اچھا، وہ نوجوان گیا اور اپنی والدہ کی چادر کا کونہ پکڑ کر اس نے چند الفاظ کہے۔ اس نوجوان کے وہ الفاظ کہنے ہی تھے کہ آسمان پر بادل چھا گئے اور خوب بارش برسنا شروع ہوگئی۔ علماءو صلحاءاور دوسرے لوگ حیران ہوئے کہ اتنے لوگوں نے توبہ کی مگر رحمت کی بارش نہ برسی، اس نوجوان سے پوچھا کہ اے نوجوان! ہمیں بھی ذرا بتا کہ تیرے وہ کون سے الفاظ تھے جنہوں نے رحمت الٰہی کو کھینچ لیا، تو وہ کہنے لگا میں اس ماں کا بیٹا ہوں جو تقیہ، نقیہ اور پاک صاف زندگی گزارچکی ہے، میں نے جا کر اس کی چادر کا کونہ پکڑا اور کہا اے رب کریم! یہ میری وہ ماں ہے جس نے پاکدامنی کی زندگی گزاردی ہے۔ آپ کو اس کی پاکدامنی کا واسطہ دیتا ہوں کہ آپ رحمت کی بارش برسا دیں۔ اللہ تعالیٰ نے فوراً رحمت کی بارش برسادی۔ [اقتباس-کتنے بڑے ہیں حوصلے پروردگار کے

us pakistani ko kis ne becha

Trust is Important for Every Relationship

Trust is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.

A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, “Public Utilities Board.” There was silence. She repeated, “PUB.” There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady’s voice, “Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband’s pocket but I do not know whose number it is.”

Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just “hello” instead of “PUB”.

Happy forever

Once there was a rebel sufi sage. He was known for his love for freedom.
 He used to go around the country singing songs of rebellion.
 So the Caliph arrested him and put him in the shackles, from his neck downward,
 but no one could prevent him from singing songs of freedom
. After many days, the Caliph thought of meeting the sage in prison.
 So he visited him and asked whether he had any trouble.

The sage said, “What troubles? I am utterly happy as I am a royal guest,
your guest; how can troubles even touch me? I used to live in a hut
 but now you have put me in a palace. Thank you!”
 The Caliph was amazed hearing such words. He said, “Are you joking?”
 The sage said, “I can say so as I have turned life itself into a joke.”
 The Caliph asked him a straight question,
“Are the chains on your hands and feet heavy and painful?”
The Sufi glanced at his chains and said, “These chains are far away
 from me; there is a greater distance between the chains and me.
 Don’t be under the illusion that you have imprisoned me,
 it is my body, which you have imprisoned, not my freedom.
 You cannot turn freedom into prison, because I know
 how to turn prison into freedom.”

*****BUT IF*********

 "I say to you, this morning, that if you have never found something so dear and precious to you that you will die for it, then you aren't fit to live.
 
You may be 38 years old, as I happen to be, and one day, some great opportunity stands before you and calls upon you to stand for some great principle, some great issue, some great cause. And you refuse to do it because you are afraid.
 
You refuse to do it because you want to live longer. You're afraid that you will lose your job, or you are afraid that you will be criticized or that you will lose your popularity, or you're afraid that somebody will stab or shoot or bomb your house. So you refuse to take a stand.
 
Well, you may go on and live until you are ninety, but you are just as dead at 38 as you would be at ninety.
 
And the cessation of breathing in your life is but the belated announcement of an earlier death of the spirit.
 
You died when you refused to stand up for right.
 
You died when you refused to stand up for truth.
 
You died when you refused to stand up for justice."