There were two doors in the same house. One of them was a door of wisdom, while the other was a door of food. But the common matter between them was that they lived a life like cats. The house was full of children who were吵ing a lot and not obeying anyone’s order, and they did not stop at hitting the two doors, for they were hitting those two doors day after day. ...
Islam is a religion that hates lying because it leads to corruption and then to fire, and God loves truthfulness. God the Exalted hates the liar in this world with a severe and painful punishment. Therefore, God has revealed many noble verses that detest lying and urge truthfulness, as His statement, the Exalted: “Indeed, God does not guide the treacherous deceiver” (Surah Al-Mu’min, verse 28). Here is a collection of stories between truth and lying, and what happens to those who lie. For God, the Exalted, is just in His judgment, guiding the truthful and hating the deceivers, and seeing their deeds. ...
In a quiet village near one of the mountains, my father plowed the rough, hard land to farm it. We were living a hard life for a story. We did not have a lot of money. One day, I wanted to buy a comb like the rest of the girls in the village. I took 50 cents from my father’s savings. My mother discovered that the amount had been stolen and asked me and my sister who had taken it from the savings and where it had gone. ...
In one of the beautiful cities located north of Holland, a daughter named Lucy complained to her father that her life was extremely miserable and she did not know how to change the shape of her life. Lucy said, “I am tired of fighting and struggling all the time. As soon as I solve one problem, another follows immediately.” Her father, who worked as the head of cooks in one of the restaurants, took her inside the kitchen. There, he filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire. The three pots began to boil together at the same time. The father put potatoes in the first pot, an egg in the second pot, and ground coffee in the third pot. ...
In one of the green farms lived a donkey and a dog with a group of other animals. Each of them had his work and function inside the farm. The Journey Path: The farmer would go out every morning, carrying milk to sell on a cart. The donkey would pull the cart to the city. The distance between the farm and the city was long. Additionally, it required a long time from him. ...
Outside, a strong wind blew, and the cypress trees swayed north and south, almost hitting each other. On the clothesline in the neighboring building, the clothes’ sleeves danced with the wind. After the shift ended, the boys gathered at the club. Badr put his face on the window glass, looked outside, and said, “This is exactly the right time to build a kite.” The guide Suad said, “We will build a big kite at home.” Badr said, “You will see tomorrow the beautiful kite we will bring.” Ahlam said, “Yes, yes. I, Ali, Majid, and Fadi are friends and neighbors. We will prepare a big kite at home and bring it tomorrow to the club.” The guide said, “Good. If the wind continues to blow tomorrow, we will all go out to fly the kite.” ...
It is told that in the small village, three days passed during which the children did not see their friend the donkey Zurayf! They told the village crier. The crier went around the village and announced, “O people of the village, O people of the village, gather, gather! Who among you has seen Zurayf or heard anything about him, tell the children, and whoever does that has a great reward with the Creator, the Exalted!” ...
Laziness is a blameworthy trait. Our true religion has warned us against it and asked us to be active Muslims, for activity is part of hard work. We are required to work hard, continuously, and at a high level so that our Arab nations can rise, advance, and compete with other nations in progress, science, and elevation. But did Filfil realize all these matters? On the morning of one of the bright days, the teacher Sumaya went to her school to meet her dear children, the male and female students, and give them their lessons as they were all accustomed. The students were waiting for her lessons with great enthusiasm, for she was accustomed to telling them a story containing many, many lessons and morals. As soon as she entered the classroom, the students cheered and smiled at her. ...
Once, there was a cloth merchant who lived in a beautiful Indian village with his wife and two young children. They were well-off and lived a very comfortable life, for they owned a remarkable hen that laid an egg every single day. However, it wasn’t just an ordinary egg—it was a precious golden one. Despite this blessing, the man was not satisfied with receiving only one egg a day; he grew greedy for more. ...
In ancient times, there was a traveler known as Abu al-Nadhr. This man was constantly traveling, going here and there in God’s vast earth. He had been accustomed to this throughout his life. One of his characteristics was that he left for himself a friend in every town he visited. When he reached seventy years of age, he decided to return to Basra once again to visit one of his old friends named Abu al-Yasar. ...