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Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇
Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇

A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when m...

A Dream, Bad, and Blade: she took the midnight train going anywhere NEW YORKERS KEEP NEW YORK SAFE I just had a dream that could totally be the plot of the next big horror movie...it was this little boy and his father living in my old house and the boy had no idea who his mother was but as he started to get older this black figure-mass started appearing to him telling him it was his mother and it would plant bad ideas in his mind and the boy and his father were part of some religion that seemed kind of like a cult and one day after the black mass visited the boy while he was in his garage a glowing woman appeared to him and she was like the goddess of whatever religion they were part of and she was telling him that she could see the inside of his mind and could see the terrible thoughts he was having and she was extremely disappointed in him and that as the goddess of the religion, she was his mother and he didn't need to worry about that question (but the goddess wasn't aware of the black mass appearing to him) but the goddess disappeared when the boy's father quietly entered the garage (the boy was hiding and was unaware) and he was being followed by his neighbor who was also part of the religion and they were arguing and eventually started fighting and the father ended up the the ground and another angry neighbor showed up and started puncturing the fathers thigh repeatedly with this semicircular stamp blade and the boy knew something was going on so he came out of hiding and the neighbors ran away and he saw his father on the ground and bleeding ad got scared and angry and started to (unintentionally or not, I am unsure) summon the black figure who claimed to be his mother who, if unleashed, would most definitely wreak havoc everywhere...then I woke up
A Dream, Bad, and Blade: she took the midnight train going anywhere NEW YORKERS KEEP NEW YORK SAFE I just had a dream that could totally be the plot of the next big horror movie...it was this little boy and his father living in my old house and the boy had no idea who his mother was but as he started to get older this black figure-mass started appearing to him telling him it was his mother and it would plant bad ideas in his mind and the boy and his father were part of some religion that seemed kind of like a cult and one day after the black mass visited the boy while he was in his garage a glowing woman appeared to him and she was like the goddess of whatever religion they were part of and she was telling him that she could see the inside of his mind and could see the terrible thoughts he was having and she was extremely disappointed in him and that as the goddess of the religion, she was his mother and he didn't need to worry about that question (but the goddess wasn't aware of the black mass appearing to him) but the goddess disappeared when the boy's father quietly entered the garage (the boy was hiding and was unaware) and he was being followed by his neighbor who was also part of the religion and they were arguing and eventually started fighting and the father ended up the the ground and another angry neighbor showed up and started puncturing the fathers thigh repeatedly with this semicircular stamp blade and the boy knew something was going on so he came out of hiding and the neighbors ran away and he saw his father on the ground and bleeding ad got scared and angry and started to (unintentionally or not, I am unsure) summon the black figure who claimed to be his mother who, if unleashed, would most definitely wreak havoc everywhere...then I woke up

I just had a dream that could totally be the plot of the next big horror movie...it was this little boy and his father living in my old hous...