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There was a young man, before he was a Muslim; he lived with his mother until he was about 18 years old. Then he moved out of his home and lived in a different place on his own. During those days, he met some Muslims and became very close friend to them. Eventually he himself became a Muslim after learning about the beautiful religion of Islam from them. He made an effort every day to learn more and more about Islam. One day, he came to learn about the benefits of being good to one’s parents. After knowing this, he decided to visit his mother whom he did not visit for many years. He bought some flowers and fruits for her on his way. His mother was very pleased to see him after so long. He started spending lots of time with his mother on a regular basis. During his visits, he would stare at his mother and tears would roll down from his eyes. The mother noticed this happening many times and asked him one day the reason, why he visits her so much all of a sudden and why he cries. He told her about how he became a Muslim and that the position of a mother in Islam is very high.

He also told her about the reward he gets for looking at her.

 But while looking at her, he cries because the mother is not a Muslim and would not be able to save herself if she dies in this state. The mother immediately recognized the beauty of Islam and became a Muslim.

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The Bluest Flower…

Posted: May 14, 2008 in family
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I ran into a stranger as he passed by “oh excuse me please” He said “Please excuse me too, I wasn’t watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed, God’s still small voice came to me and said, “While dealing with a stranger common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, you’ll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise; you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed.

“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said “Are these the flowers you picked for me?

He smiled,” I found’ em, out by the tree. I picked’ em because they’re pretty like you. I knew you’d like’ em, especially the blue.”

I said,” Son, I’m very sorry for the way I ached today, I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.” He said,” Oh, Mom, that’s okay. I love you any way.” I said,” Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”
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