Topic: Short Stories
Oh, I miss posting in this blog, I was out of town for a week with my hubby, our son and my sis Jong, a very tiring journey but the most pleasant and rewarding one. Lots of works welcomed me in office when I arrived, so there was no enough time to blog. It's last 10 days of Ramadhan also, we had a very little sleep at night. Anyway, I just want to share this 2 nice stories, I hope you will learn something from it as I did:

LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE………IT’S A REFLECTION OF YOU!
A boy and his father were walking in the mountains. Suddenly, the boy fell, hurt himself, and screamed “aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!” To his surprise, he heard the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain,

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhh” curious, he yelled: “who are you?” he received the answer: “who are you?”
Angered at the response, he screamed:
“Coward!” He receives the answer:
“Coward!”

He looked to his father and asked:

“What’s going on?” The father smiled and said: “My son, pay attention.”
And then he screamed to the mountain:

“I admire you!” The voice answered:
“I admire you!” Again the man
Screamed: “you are a champion!”
The boy was surprised, but did not understand. Then the father explained: “People call this “ECHO”, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
If you want more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”


Did you get a bill from Allah?
A man reached 70 years of age and he faced a disease, he could not urinate. The doctors told him that he needs an operation to cure this disease. He agreed to do the operation as the problem was giving him much pain for days. When the operation was completed, his doctor gave him the bill which covered all the costs. The old man looked at the bill and started to cry.

Upon seeing this the doctor told him that if the cost is too high then they could make some other arrangements. The old main said "I am not crying because of the money but I am crying because Allah let me urinate for 70 years and He never sent me a bill."

We rarely thank Allah for these things which are indeed great favours.

In the name of Allah, the Lord of the Boy!
Topic: Short Stories
I just want to share this nice story, I hope you will learn something from it:

Suhayb reported that the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, said, "Among those before you there was a king who had a sorcerer. When he was old, he said to the king, 'I am old, so send me a lad to whom I can teach sorcery.' He sent him a lad for him to teach. When the boy was on the way, he came upon a monk. He sat down to listen to his words and liked what he heard. Whenever he went to the sorcerer, he would pass by the monk and sit with him. When he came to the sorcerer, the sorcerer would beat him. He complained about that to the monk who said, 'When you are afraid of the sorcerer, say, "My family kept me." And when you are afraid of your family, say, "The sorcerer kept me"'..

"While all this was going on, he came upon a great beast which was barring the people's way and said, 'Today I will find out who is better, the sorcerer or the monk.' He took a stone and said, 'O Allah, if what the monk does is preferable to You to what the sorcerer does, then turn this beast aside so that the people can pass.'

He threw it and killed the animal and the people went on. He went to the monk and told him and the monk said to him, 'O my boy, today you are better than I am. I see the point that your business has reached. You will be tested and, when you are tested, do not point me out.' The boy used to heal the blind and the lepers and treat people for all their ailments.

A companion of the king who was blind heard this and brought him many gifts. He said, 'All that I have gathered for you here is yours if you heal me.' He said, 'I do not heal anyone. It is Allah Almighty who heals. If you believe in Allah Almighty, I will pray to Allah to heal you." So he believed in Allah Almighty and Allah Almighty healed him.

He went to the king and sat with him as he used to do. The king said to him, 'Who has returned your sight to you?' He said, 'It was my Lord.' He said, 'You have a Lord other than me?!' He said, 'My Lord and your Lord, Allah.' So he seized him and did not stop torturing him until he pointed out the boy. The boy was brought and the king said to him, 'O boy, your sorcery has reached the point where you heal the blind and the lepers, and you do such-and-such and such-and-such.' He said, 'I do not heal anyone. It is Allah Almighty who heals.'

He seized him and did not stop torturing him until he pointed out the monk. The monk was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion.' He refused. He called for a saw and placed the saw on the centre of his head and split it until the two halves fell apart. Then the companion of the king was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion!' He refused, and the the saw was placed on the centre of his head and split it until the two halves fell apart. Then the boy was brought and told, 'Renounce your religion,' and he refused. He handed him over to a group of his companions and said, 'Take him to such-and-such a mountain, and take him up the mountain. When you reach its summit, if he has not renounced his religion, throw him off.'

They took him and brought him up the mountain and he said, 'O Allah, save me from them in whatever way You will.' The mountain shook and they fell. He walked to the king and the king said to him, 'What has happened to your companions?' He said, 'Allah Almighty saved me from them.' He handed him over to a group of his companions and said, 'Take him and put him in a ship and take him to the middle of the sea. If he does not recant, then throw him into it.' They took him and he said, 'O Allah, save me from them in whatever way You will.' The ship capsized and they were drowned. He walked back to the king and the king said to him, 'What has happened to your companions?' He said, 'Allah Almighty saved me from them.'

He said to the king, 'You will not kill me until you do what I command you.' He said, 'What is that?' He said, 'You should gather the people together on one plain and crucify me on a palm trunk. Then take an arrow from your quiver and put the arrow in the centre of your bow and say, "In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy," and then shoot it. If you do that, you will kill me.'

So he gathered the people together on one plain and crucified him on a trunk and then took his arrow from his quiver and placed the arrow in the middle of the bow and then said, "In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy," and then shot it and the arrow struck his temple. He put his hand on his temple and then died. The people said, "We believe in the Lord of the boy." The king was brought and told, "Do you not see that, by Allah, your fear has brought about the very thing you were afraid of! The people have believed."

So he commanded that a trench be dug with openings onto it and had fires lit in it. He said, 'Throw into it, anyone who does not renounce his religion or tell him to jump.' They did that until a woman came with one of her children. She hesitated to jump into it and the child said to her, 'Mother, be steadfast! You have the truth.'"

One Eyed Mother!
Topic: Short Stories
Here's another touchy story from one Islamic Forum:


"my mom only had one eye..
i hated the fact that i had to be stuck with a retard for a mother.
i hated her... she was such an embarrassment..
my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.
she collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed
she was such an embarressment.
there was this one day during elementary school..
it was field day, and my mom came.
i was so embarressed. how could she do this to me? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.

the next day at school...
"your mom's a retard with one eye?!?!" ..and they taunted me.
i wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world so i said to my mom,
"mom.. why dont you have the other eye?!
if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock, why dont you just die?!!!"
my mom did not respond..
i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to say all this time..
maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished me,
but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very badly.

that night...
i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me.
i took a look at her, then turned away.
because of the thing i had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.
even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow up and become successful.
cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..

then i studied real hard.
i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence i had.

then, i got married.
i bought a house of my own.
then i had kids, too..
now i'm living happily as a successful man.
i like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.

this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..

what?!
who's this?!
...it was my mother...
..still with her one eye.
it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.
my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
and i asked her,

"who are you?!"
"i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i screamed at her," how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"


"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

and to this, my mother quietly answered,
"oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong address,"
and she dissappeared out of sight.


thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me..
i was quite relieved.

i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
then a wave of relief came upon me...

one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going on a business trip, i went.
after the reunion, i went down to the old shack, that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity

there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.
but i did not shed a single tear.
she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.

my son...
i think my life has been long enough now..

and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...
but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit me once in a while?
i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i heard you were coming for the reunion.
but i decided not to go to the school.
...for you...
and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was an embarressment for you.

you see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so i gave you mine...
i was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new wolrd for me, in my place, with that eye. i was never upset at you for anything you did.. the couple times that you were angry with me,.. i thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'

my son... oh, my son...
i dont want you to cry for me, because of my death.

please dont cry....
my son, i love you so much.

something gripped the corner of my heart.

and tears were flowing from the eye that my mother had given me..
my mom... my loving mom...
such simple words as 'i love you', that i never told her...
such simple things as buying my mom a dinner.
such simple things as buying her pretty clothes... that i never did...

and still, my mom loved me til her very end....
im sorry..
it wasnt my mom that was the retard with one eye...
it was me, that....

all these things i realized too late... mother, please forgive me...
mother, im sorry... im so sorry....."

Kindness Surely Pays Back!
Topic: Short Stories
I was browsing some Islamic sites this morning as usual (actually that's one of my favorite hobbies) and this is what I got from one of those interesting sites, I want to share it to you also because it's really touching, here is it:

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart."

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. The woman feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.
She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass of milk"
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

A Stranger
Topic: Short Stories
Read this one, it will make you think:
"A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new
to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our
family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome
me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young
mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years
my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an
opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My
parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love
Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was
our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales.
Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He
could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I
wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The
pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or
cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took
Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was
always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made
arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but
sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were
enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her
room, read the Qur'aan.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You
see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But
this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for
example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our
friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional
four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my
knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler
who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to
other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages
often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes
distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about
sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were
influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did
not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my
parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More
than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the
young family on Morningside Drive.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early
years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would
still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

It makes you think, doesn't it...