~Allah Listen to our prayers =)~

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies.
The Muslim (Scholar) had shared about listening to Allah and obeying
Allah through intuition.
The young man couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Does Allah still speak to
people through intuition?’

After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and
they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how
Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you’ll know it
was Allah
(SWT) Who has directed you.

It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, ‘Allah…If you still speak
to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.’

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest
thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said
out loud, ‘Allah is that you?’ He didn’t get a reply and started on
toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into
his head. ‘Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.’ It
didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the
milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, ‘Turn Down that
street.’ This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next
intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he
said out loud, ‘Okay, Allah, I will.’

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He
pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial
area of town. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst of
neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses
looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, ‘Go and give the milk to the people in the
house across the street.’ The young man looked at the house. It was
dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. ‘Allah,
this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are
going to be mad and I will look stupid.’ Again, he felt like he should
go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, ‘Okay Allah (SWT), if this is you, I will
go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look
like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will
count for something, but if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.’

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise
inside. A man’s voice yelled out, ‘Who is it? What do you want?’ Then
the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he
just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t
seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
‘What is it?’

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, ‘Here, I brought this to you.’
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the
hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was
following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears
streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, ‘We were just praying.
We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t
have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah (SWT)
to show me how to get some milk.’

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, ‘I ask him to send an Angel with
some milk. Are you an Angel?’

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he
had on him and put in the man’s hand. He turned and walked back toward
his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers.

Perfect stranger, Good Bye!

Many things came across my mind lately. There was a man who inspired me a little. I don’t know him, so do he. All I know, he read my blog and commented once. And one day, I got to know he has passed away. It’s hard for me to digest the truth. He is a perfect stranger for me, but I don’t know why. I am so sad and little depressed. That night, I read all his posting. All night long I went through his blog, read every sentences and it’s really meaningful for me. Sadly, he can’t approve any of my comment. He is not there anymore.
That night, I prayed for him. He is too young, 22. A great loss for his mother, I am very sure about it. He is genius, in fact he is brilliant. Positive minded. He is a young pilot, a good-looking pilot. He is gifted. He has everything, except a long life. That night, I cried for a stranger. Don’t know why, I got involved in such emotion. May be, the reason could be due to his comment on my post. May be because I added him on my friendster. May be, may be. Too many reasons, but yet he is a perfect stranger for me.
I asked Allah to protect him. May Allah bless him, allahumma Ameen. From Allah we came, and to HIM we shall return. And this post specially dedicated to Mohamed Ihsan, a young pilot who died in pride. Again, may Allah bless your soul, and may Allah save you and reward you a great barakah barzakh life. One day I will be in the same place you’re right now.
Salam ‘Alaykum Warahmat Allah Wabarakatuh Wajannatu Waredhwanu ya Mohamed Ihsan. Ameen