once there was a teacher of a small class of little children. the teacher was an atheist and wanted to prove a point so one day she decided to teach her class about the five senses and brought up the existence of allah. the teacher said," how can you belive in allah you cannot see him, hear him, smell him, taste him, or feel him", the class became quite when one boy raised his hand ans said," how do we know that the teachers brain exists, we cannot see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, or feel it. that imediatly shut the teacher up and she never spoke of the topic again
The Power of Prayer. A True Story
Muniba, a young Muslim university student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some sisters one evening & the time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than she had planned.
Evening came & Muniba had to walk home alone, but she wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Muniba asked "God" to keep her safe from harm & danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley, she noticed a man standing at the end, as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy & began to pray, asking for "God's" protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness & security wrapped around her; she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man & arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the paper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy & the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety & to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a line up to see if she could identify him.
She agreed & immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down & confessed.
The officer thanked Muniba for her bravery & asked if there was anything they could do for her, she asked if they would ask the man one question.
Muniba was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE POWER OF PRAYER!
He, who loses money, loses much
He, who loses a friend, loses much more
He, who loses FAITH, loses ALL.
** A Truthful Boy **
Long ago there lived a youth who was fond of reading and writing. Unfortunately, there was no large school of learning where he lived. His father had died and the boy lived with his mother. One day he asked his mother if he could travel to Baghdad (Iraq) and seek knowledge there. Baghdad was a very big city. There were many famous schools and colleges where great saints and people who were very close to Allah stayed. The youth said to his mother, "My dear mother, let me learn as much as possible about Deen and Islam, because an unread person is called ignorant and useless. He is not respected. He is like a blind person who does not know what is happening in the world around and in the life hereafter. Ignorance is death on earth and leads to gloom and despair. To know many things brings light into a person's life. A knowledgeable person is well known and well liked amongst those who are Allah's chosen Ones. Without knowledge, one doesn't even know how to pray."
The mother was a good lady. She worshipped Allah day and night. Recitation of the glorious Qur'aan was her hobby. She was delighted to hear that her son wished for learning. She thanked Allah that her son had no bad habits.
This pious lady had only managed to save forty Ashrafis (gold coins), but these she gladly gave to her son. She prepared some food for him to eat during the journey and sewed the money into the lining of his coat under the armpit, thus hiding it away. When everything was ready, she said to her son, "I must tell you one thing. Listen to it carefully, remember it and never fail to practise it. Whenever you speak, speak only the truth. Remember that in truth lies salvation. You can save yourself from great worry by telling the truth. Truth will save your life."
In those days there were no motors, buses, trains and the only means of travel was by camel, horse or on foot. It was often very dangerous because travellers were usually attacked by robbers. So they travelled together in large groups called caravans.
Luckily, there was a caravan going to Baghdad. The youth went with them. They travelled for some time until one day a band of robbers came down from the hills. The robbers began to steal all they could. One of the robbers took everything away from the youth and asked him roughly if he had anything else. The boy calmly answered, 'Yes, I have forty Ashrafis." The robber said, "You must be joking!" The youth replied, "No, I am not." Indeed had his mother not told him to speak the truth! The robber stared at him as the boy carried on speaking, "I am travelling for a good cause. Those who go out to look for learning are walking towards Heaven. The angels will help them on their journey. I am going to be a learned man. I am a descendent of the Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam). Telling lies does not befit me. What are forty Ashrafis that I should tell a lie in order to keep them? Not even if I was to be killed would I do this. A Muslim does not tell a lie but speaks the truth even in the face of fear and danger."
While the youth was talking, another robber came up to him. He pushed him and said, "What have you got?" The boy replied, "Forty Ashrafis." This prompt reply made the robber stop and think. Everyone seemed to be lost in amazement or terror - stricken except the boy, who remained completely unmoved. Indeed he must not be joking. Puzzled the robber took him to their leader.
** "What is your name and town?" The leader asked.
"My name is 'Abdul Qaadir and I come from Jaylaan", the boy said.
"And where are you going?"
"Baghdad."
"What will you do in Baghdad?"
"I am going to be educated."
"Well, well! Have you any money?"
"Yes sir, I have forty Ashrafis. Haven't I already said so?"
"Where are they?" enquired the leader. He looked closely at the boy. **
"Here under my armpit", the boy answered as he pointed to the lining in his sleeve. "My mother sewed them inside my coat." The leader laughed, "You must be very simple. You don't tell people such things." "Muslims don't tell lies", the youth replied. The leader raised his eyebrows. "The boy is not so simple after all", he thought. "What great faith in lslam has this young lad! Without it he would not have told the truth. We make our children into clever liars. We tell lies ourselves day and night and hide the truth, thereby causing harm to Allah's Creation. This life is not worth living. This boy knows more of Allah's Wisdom than 1, a grown man."
He bent his head in shame. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He stood up, embraced the youth and asked his forgiveness.
Greatly surprised, the youth exclaimed, "Pray to Allah for forgiveness, for he expects His Creatures to ask Him Alone for His Mercy."
There, before him, the leader and his companions repented for all their sins and promised to live the lives of noble people, their first good action being that of returning all the stolen loot to the travellers, to the best of their ability.
Sayyid 'Abdul Qaadir Jaylaani (rahmatullahi alayh) (d. 11 66 AD.) grew up to be a pious man and one of the greatest figures of Islamic mysticism. He was also a great jurist and educationalist. He was well known as 'Muhyuddeen', the reviver of lslam.
** P.S. Sayyid means a descendant of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him, ameen) in the case of Sayyid 'Abdul Qaadir Jaylaani (rahmatullahi alayh) his family roots both from his mothers side and his fathers side went back to Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him), so basically both his parents were Sayyid. **
You know Minna paii, they do that a lot, they have something against Islamic people, when you’re posting unislamic things there’s no warnings and you can say the most ****** up things but they’ll ignore them but if somebody gets Islamic then you’re in trouble, what can you expect though the mods are mostly Quranites and Qadianis and a handful of fake Sunnis who’ll post a post now and then to show their Muslimness.
I think this website has some sort of hidden agenda. 
** THE APPLE TREE ** (FICTIONAL)
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, but I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. Then you will have money."
The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me" the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."
So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"
"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.
"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on"
"I am too old for that now" the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest." said the tree. "Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......
This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grew up, we left them... only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents.