once upon a time in a village full of hope and faith,there was a father and his eleven years old son..they were very dedicated,good and responsible towards the community there.the father was the headleader in the Islam community there.
every Friday night,the father and his son will distribute articles about Islam to all of the community members..they will distribute them homes by homes,doors to doors,person by person,Muslim or non-Muslim.every Friday night.their hopes,that by reading the articles given,people will understand more about Islam.
one night,it was a very heavy rainy night ..and it's Friday.
the son was ready with everything he could,preparing to go through the rains,to distribute the articles.as usual.but he saw his father..sitting in the hallroom,still wearing home-clothes.no signs to go out of the house.
he then asked his father, "daddy,aren't we going to give the articles today..why are you still with your clothes..hurry up,it's raining outside.."
his father answered,"son,it's raining cats and dogs outside.. i dont think we can go tonight..never mind,we gan give the articles later on.."
"but,we have to distribute the articles as usual..it's Friday.."
"can't u see?its raining heavily.."
there was a bit dissappoinment in the son's face..
but still,he could replied to his father,"daddy,even it's raining,people still going to hell.."
the father was shocked,but still,no reaction...
"i'm going..even its raining.." said the boy. "its okay,i can go alone.."
"ok then,becareful..my pray is always with u.." said the father..
the son the walked through the rains,dropping by all the houses he could..distributing the articles..until he reached one house..look so gloomy from outside.he then pushed the bell.no answer.he pushed the bell again..no answer.the third time he pushed,the owner of the house opened the door.an old lady..looked very sad.
"hello ma'am!i'm here to tell u that today,Allah loves you so much that He give u this reminder..have a blessed night!" the son said while showing her the article.then he went to other houses.
the next Friday,there was a sharing moment held by the father,with the community members.they sat in a group,giving thoughts,sharing informations about Islam.then an old lady suddenly spoke.
"i was so lonely..so sad of my life..my husband died months ago and after that,i felt that my life was nothing.empty and lonely..no one loved me.no one.." she said..
she continued,"last Friday,i was about to hang myself when suddenly the door's bell rang.i ignored it n wanted to continue killing my self.the it rang again and the third time i gave myself chance to open the door.there was a boy right in front my door and he said Allah loves me..can u imagine,i was about to kill myself because i think nobody loves me..that boy gives me hope!and here i am.i am a muslim now.."
the father knew that the boy was his son.he was crying and crying and crying again..thanking his son and God.
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we can't stop spreading the truth to people,we cant't stop doing dakwah to others even if there are a lot of things blocking our ways,coz there are just excuses that triggered by syaitaan.
u know,people still going to hell even if we stop working.
and u never know,when,where and how the 'hidayah' n 'taufiq' from Allah will come,entering the hearts of the human..we just have to continue working till the End Day..
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