Faith

There was a man of good heart and piety who worked in weaving carpets. Whenever he found a homeless person, he would cover them with a new carpet at his expense. One night, he had a strange dream. He saw his grandfather’s vineyard hanging from grapes, and people coming individually and in groups to eat from this grape vineyard, and the grapes never ran out. When the dream repeated, the man went to one of the righteous sheikhs and complained to him about his dream. He asked the sheikh: If you have a solution? The sheikh said to him: My son Muhammad’s age is two years. Memorize the Holy Quran completely. And God will grant him great status. Indeed, the man did that. When the child became eight years old, he was able, by God’s grace, to memorize the Holy Quran completely. The father thanked God greatly and increased his blessings and granted him much good and success. He was able to record the Quran in the narration of Hafs from Asim in the lands of the world by the method of memorization and recitation. Sheikh Muhammad Khalil Al-Husari took a financial grant for that, and God placed for him and recorded his success in the land and increased his blessings from it, where he was able to record the Holy Quran in the narration of Hafs from Asim in 1961, then recorded the Quran in the narration of Warsh from Nafi in 1964. ...

I was coming down from my minaret with fear. I had a minaret on earth named Utbah bin Rabia, and his father was my master. And I saw from my place this Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah, come to my minaret with fear. He came secretly, no one knowing about him. He wanted to invite them to Islam, and I hoped his migration would be simpler and more successful than Quraysh. ...

More than 1400 years ago, this story took place. In those distant days, there lived in the lands of the Arabs, in the city of Mecca, a powerful man of extreme strength, tall and wide, bulging with muscles, red-faced, with harshness in his looks, inspiring terror in souls, with terrible breath that provoked fear in hearts. The Childhood of the Mighty Giant: When he was small, he was distinguished by extreme courage and love of adventure. He loved fighting, wrestling, and combat. He wrestled his peers among the boys and defeated them all! He fought those older than him among the young men and defeated them all. He became known among them by the name: The Champion, the hero who never loses. ...

Long ago in one of the poor villages, there lived an old poor man. Despite his poverty, the king envied him because he owned a beautiful white horse unlike any other. The king tried repeatedly to buy it but to no avail. Though the king offered him an excellent price, the old man refused, saying: “This is not just an ordinary horse to me; it is my friend, so how can I sell my friend? Forgive me, my lord, for this is impossible.” ...

In the small, beautiful village with its wholesome air and flowing river, with its sweet waters and fish playing here and there under the waters, the old fisherman would go out every day with one of his daughters. They worked together, where he would fish and leave to his daughter who accompanied him the task of placing the fish in the vessel they collected inside. The father and his eldest daughter returned one day after catching as many fish as he could for that day. He left to his good wife the task of cleaning and preparing it for lunch. While they were sitting around the table, his daughter Layla, the youngest of his daughters, asked him how he caught those good fish. He answered her that he only puts bait in his hook or net and throws it to them in the water, waiting quietly while glorifying God. ...

From ancient there was a good who wanted to ask God in the time of the night to say a poem of the fire, and he was his sins with his lord: If I take a grain one by one then I will give it to you and you will send it to me, and he was fast he goes to hear a voice that is good, so he thought to read a lot to 99 grains, and when the time of the night came and he heard his father the patient and he took all what was in it, and when he found 99 grains only he said: What I do that 99 grains to take, and then he went away quickly and he saved the grain that he was reading his eyes into his hand and ran away, then came to the well and said to the well: Well that goes? He said: What goes? I said: Well, that goes? The well said to me: What is this? I said: That is the seed that I was reading. ...