10:23 AM

Kisah anak Pak Imam

Bismillah

Utusan emel daripada seorang sahabat. Kisah menarik untuk perkongsian. Minta izin untuk menyalin tampal di sini, untuk manfaat bersama. Baca sehingga habis cerita, ambillah pengajaran.


Assalamualaikum wth,

Dear brother and sisters, please read this..

For there is no time to waste.....


Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma services at the Central Mosque (and shortly after Al-Usrah program), theImam 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 'Mu'allim' 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-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 Jumat service (during which period they hold a weekly program, Al-Usrah) 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 it 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 away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was evenmore 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 ofto 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 anymore.

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 a eternity in Hell.'



There was not a dry eye in the mosque. And as shouts of TAKBIR!!! ALLAH AKBAR!!! rented the air, even among the ladies.

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 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, Allah's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone you know.
Please share this wonderful message.



Spread HIS Word, help HIM and you'll see HIS hand in everything you do...


Moral of the story.....?

Tanya diri, soal hati

(Kene ketuk, ouchh... bangunla weiii, bangun! )



Wallahua'lam

8 silent voices:

Fez said...

Good story!

MaUt said...

tq sara..a very nice story..indeed..sgt sedih lepas baca.rasa macam segala apa yang Allah jadikan kita di suatu posisi itu punya asbab dan musababnya..punya hikmah dan punya nikmat berganda yang Allah nak berikan..subhanAllah..tq222222

niksifu said...

I wish to share one meaningful lesson I got from this story. It is best stated in BM "sesuatu yang lahir dari hati maka tempat jatuhnya di hati juga" ..as the boy keenness to deliver the booklet was straight from his honest heart it was reflected by how much the old lady felt.

You don't need to be a great man(imam or something) to start dakwah but instead you need a true heart to begin with ;)

p/s- tak byk cerita yg boleh buat kita rs sebak & termenangis..indeed this is one of them..thank u

ishikawa said...

"sesuatu yang lahir dari hati maka tempat jatuhnya di hati juga" i.e ikhlas...

betul tu.. satu word y boleh describe ayat zay kat atas adalah ikhlas

ikhlas memang lahir dari hati.. hatta si empuya hati juga tidak sedar yang dia ikhlas..
ia kan rahsiaNya dalam hati...

tapi kesannya Allah nampakkan pada orang lain yang mendengar dan melihat perkataan mahupun perbuatan yang ikhlas dari hati..

SUBHANALLAH..

budak sekecik itu, apalah yang dia faham sangat tentang kewajipan beerdakwah, tuntutannya, ganjarannya..
tapi dia SUKA, dan suka dan suka yang lahir dari hati sehingga dia tak kisah walaupun ada halangan yang menanti..

SUBHANALLAH.. inilah si budak lelaki kecil yang dianugerahkan hati oleh Maha Pemberi...

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