Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
The story of a little angel...kawaii=)
Assalamualaikum wbt..Hi everyone,once in a while I feel to post a story..this one is really incredible and brought massive touch to my heart..and I hope same opinion by you all,people..
Points to ponder:-
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...
Points to ponder:-
Spread the words of Allah,even small matter..
~The story of a little angel~
Every Friday afternoon, after the congregation service at the mosque 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 theImam 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 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 da'wah (Invitation) -expert 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!'
Well, the following Friday afternoon after congregation (Jam’aat) service(during which period they hold a weekly program) 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 wasn't to be 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 thought I could be. My husband passed on 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 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.
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.. (God is Great) 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'at (congregation) 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...
This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for theImam 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 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 da'wah (Invitation) -expert 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!'
Well, the following Friday afternoon after congregation (Jam’aat) service(during which period they hold a weekly program) 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 wasn't to be 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 thought I could be. My husband passed on 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 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.
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.. (God is Great) 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'at (congregation) 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
Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...
Qur'an 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my
favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion....
favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion....
Qur'an 3:110: You are the best community evolved for mankind; you enjoin the
right conduct and forbid indecency, and you believe in God...
right conduct and forbid indecency, and you believe in God...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Nature disasters..
Assalamualaikum wbt..Minna,ogenkideska..watashi wa genki nai yo..Kinō watashi no mura wa, kōzui o e ta...FLOOD..masyaAllah,mendakusai..~huhu..but friends,you know what?I learned something,perspectively different..I taught about some disaster that might happen,more powerful and more hazardous,bringing more and more casualty..hmmm,nauzu' billah..
Yesterday,only flood..
What if landslide happen?
Attached by a powerful Richter scale earthquake?
And a gigantic tsunami wave?
Extensively massive hurricane?
Because of the hot weather,bushfire happen?
Following by a dangerous drought?
Assuming coming of a very unbelievable ashes storm and unbearable lightning?
Exceeding volcanic situation?
Unimaginable Ice storm and tornado freeze?
Am I thinking too hard?I don't know.Only Allah alone know what will happen..We as His creation,must had full faith on Him,and do not leave Him whatever happen to us..The faith=Islam,must be inside our soul yesterday,tomorrow,the day after tomorrow and forever..Do not ever leave Allah,because Allah never forget us,or ever leave us..If you cry,make it for the sake of Allah..Allah sends all the disaster to test who is the best believers among us..
Allah alone~the most powerful and merciful..You,the victims will see the wisdom(hikmah) of Allah behind all this natural disaster...
Yesterday,only flood..
What if landslide happen?
Attached by a powerful Richter scale earthquake?
And a gigantic tsunami wave?
Extensively massive hurricane?
Because of the hot weather,bushfire happen?
Following by a dangerous drought?
Assuming coming of a very unbelievable ashes storm and unbearable lightning?
Exceeding volcanic situation?
Unimaginable Ice storm and tornado freeze?
Am I thinking too hard?I don't know.Only Allah alone know what will happen..We as His creation,must had full faith on Him,and do not leave Him whatever happen to us..The faith=Islam,must be inside our soul yesterday,tomorrow,the day after tomorrow and forever..Do not ever leave Allah,because Allah never forget us,or ever leave us..If you cry,make it for the sake of Allah..Allah sends all the disaster to test who is the best believers among us..
Allah alone~the most powerful and merciful..You,the victims will see the wisdom(hikmah) of Allah behind all this natural disaster...
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Hontou ni arigato!!
Assalamualaikum wbt..Hi everyone,shibaraku nii..
Kyo wa,I want to share with everyone my list of favourite drama..not simply exaggerate the true message by the plot,but hontou ni superb and i learn many things through all this dramas..Basically my theme are family genre..daisuki!!
Gist of Hotman,the main character(Enzo) bring up together a family that included all his sibling(same mum but different father) in his mother's house and at the same time raise a daughter that had a sensitive skin disease alone..His persevere and survival act are align with the 'ganbatte nee' words..Sooo admirable that Enzo..How would he be so persistent and 素晴らしい..
1 litre of tears,Aya-chan are suffered from an incurable disease, but lived life to the fullest until her death at 25. The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen..Her family keep accompany her until the last day of her.Resolving the calamity are just as hurt and touching than anything in the world..it really taken out all my tears fill up a bucket of pail huhu,really astonishing..
Hontou ni arigato enzo-san,aya-chan..really appreciate it..ありがとう
But my most grateful is to Allah,the Creator of all..past,present and future..Thank you Allah..seen link below to understand it better..=)
http://us2.harunyahya.com/Detail/T/EDCRFV/productId/20558/ALLAH_IS_THE_CREATOR_OF_ALL
Kyo wa,I want to share with everyone my list of favourite drama..not simply exaggerate the true message by the plot,but hontou ni superb and i learn many things through all this dramas..Basically my theme are family genre..daisuki!!
- パパと娘の7日間-papa to musume no 7-nichikan,
- オトマン-Hotman 1&2,
- 涙の1リットル - 1 litre of tears,
Gist of Hotman,the main character(Enzo) bring up together a family that included all his sibling(same mum but different father) in his mother's house and at the same time raise a daughter that had a sensitive skin disease alone..His persevere and survival act are align with the 'ganbatte nee' words..Sooo admirable that Enzo..How would he be so persistent and 素晴らしい..
1 litre of tears,Aya-chan are suffered from an incurable disease, but lived life to the fullest until her death at 25. The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen..Her family keep accompany her until the last day of her.Resolving the calamity are just as hurt and touching than anything in the world..it really taken out all my tears fill up a bucket of pail huhu,really astonishing..
Hontou ni arigato enzo-san,aya-chan..really appreciate it..ありがとう
But my most grateful is to Allah,the Creator of all..past,present and future..Thank you Allah..seen link below to understand it better..=)
http://us2.harunyahya.com/Detail/T/EDCRFV/productId/20558/ALLAH_IS_THE_CREATOR_OF_ALL
Sunday, May 9, 2010
God is the light everlasting...=)
Assalamualaikum wbt..minna,while I'm retrieve the strength that Allah had allow me,I pour it all in this blog.I read about it,I wonder whether anyone out there feel what I feel right now,and I decide to recite this lyrics in my mind and proclaim it to others..sugooi ne..
GOD IS THE LIGHT
How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great – then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home.
But how many eyes are closed
To the wonder of this night?
Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark
Stream of desires.
But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night – here too are signs.
God is the Light - God is the Light
How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures
Who dwell on her.
How great – then how great the Creator?
As its mountains pierce the clouds
High above the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years.
But how many hearts are closed
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds in a cage, asleep with closed wings
But like work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds reside – here too are signs
God is the Light – God is the Light
How great the works of man and the things he makes
How great – then how great the Creator?
Though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in.
Yet, how many times he’s tried,
Himself to immortalise?
Like his parents before him in the Garden of Eden
But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night here too are signs
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
GOD IS THE LIGHT
How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great – then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home.
But how many eyes are closed
To the wonder of this night?
Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark
Stream of desires.
But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night – here too are signs.
God is the Light - God is the Light
How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures
Who dwell on her.
How great – then how great the Creator?
As its mountains pierce the clouds
High above the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years.
But how many hearts are closed
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds in a cage, asleep with closed wings
But like work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds reside – here too are signs
God is the Light – God is the Light
How great the works of man and the things he makes
How great – then how great the Creator?
Though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in.
Yet, how many times he’s tried,
Himself to immortalise?
Like his parents before him in the Garden of Eden
But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night here too are signs
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
Friday, May 7, 2010
Brotherhood..~subarashi Islam..
Assalamualaikum wbt..Konichiwa..Minna,ogenkideska??Alhamdulillah,watashiwa genki deyo..mainichi wa atsui desho,,
I'm currently in a worry mode..My exam come to the end at last,but I really in the 'tawakkal' situation..huhu,pathetic enough to keep asking my colleague about the results.A real distraction to me,but I know for sure that i'm not really used all the brain cell for that last examination..really disturbing...But i found out this book,by Shaykh Khalid Yasin~admire him~
Huhu,what i'm mumbling about..my friends keep tendering me about do not give up,keep challenging myself,stay firm and steadfast..well,they really helping..thanks a lot,friends..When I'm out of my mind,persistently stress about the thing i've done..they occupy the word of wisdom to calm my heart,really astonishing they are,desho??
While checking things,i found this out..the thing to ponder,Brotherhood in Islam..
Abu Hurairah, radiyallahu 'anhu, reported that the Messenger of Allah, sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam, said:
"Do not be envious of one another; do not artificially inflate prices against one another; do not hate one another; do not shun one another; and do not undercut one another in business transactions; and be as fellow-brothers and servants of Allah.
A Muslim is the brother of a Muslim. He neither oppresses him nor humiliates him nor looks down upon him. Piety is here - and he pointed to his chest three times. It is evil enough for a Muslim to hold his brother Muslim in contempt. All things of a Muslim are inviolable for another Muslim: his blood, his property and his honour."
Well,Islam really has the solution for all,even about friendship and brotherhood..~Muslimin muslimat,we are brother and sister for life..Take care=)
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