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Alhamdulillah,we have come to the last chapter of this book as wattpad allows only a certain number of chapters to be published in a book .

So, today, I'm posting the last chapter, In which I'll post more than one story In sha Allah.

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Jazakallahukhayran

May Allah grant u all the best in both worlds.

Don't forget to read one more authors note at the end
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Story one:

🍀بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم🍀
ﷺ ♥̸̨͡🍃ﷺ♥̸̨͡🍃ﷺ

Story Of A Cancer Patient & Her Dream

I remember when I was first diagnosed with cancer; I was inconsolable & utterly lost. I was angry at Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala, frustrated at Him, & could not believe He had done this to me. I believed myself to be a good person, I had performed Hajj, I prayed, I fasted, I was even involved in a local Dawah programme which had reverted a number of people back to Islam. So why had He done this to me? Was He punishing me for something? Had I disobeyed Him sometime, enough for Him to be this angry at me?

These questions swirled around in my head every second of every day, & the more they festered, the angrier I became. But I did not stop worshipping Him. I knew He was the only One who could cure me – & I needed Him. I was being selfish, but I knew He was my only hope. Aиϑ so I persisted. I prayed even more, I woke up for tahajjud for the first time in years, I tried to stay away from as much haraam as I could (which was made easy for me as I was unable to go outside the house!), I gave in charity more than I ever had & I read more Qur'an.

Aиϑ slowly, I started to become less angry. I prayed because I wanted to, not because I had to. I gave in charity not with the intention of being cured, but with the intention of helping those who were less fortunate than me. I realised I was not being punished –rather Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala was relieving me of my sins. I understood that I was being tested,& that this was from Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala to see how patient I was, to see whether I was thankful to Him even in this state.

Aиϑ then one night, I dreamt a dream most beautiful. I saw myself enter Jannah tul Firdaus with my husband. I saw the gems of Jannah, I saw the purity & the beautiful nature of Jannah. Aиϑ I was experiencing every emotion. Just like when we have nightmares, we feel unexplainably scared at the time, even though it isn’t real, I was experiencing every emotion. I was unbelievably happy, unlike anything I had felt before. I felt a sense of relief come over me, as though this was what I had been waiting for a long time,& it had finally arrived. It was the clearest dream I had seen in a long time, & when I woke up, I knew this dream was a gift from Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala. It was His way of showing me what was waiting for me. What would be my future in sha Allah if I continued worshipping Him, & Him alone, in my time of need
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Aиϑ suddenly, every suffering in my life became trivial. The constant pain, the fear of dying, the ache of leaving behind my loved ones was nothing compared to the happiness I felt in my dream. I continued praying for a cure, but I also began praying for that happiness.

Now, I close my eyes & picture my dream whenever I remember, in an attempt to taste that happiness once again, even though I know it cannot be felt in this life. Of course there are bad days, when the pain becomes unbearable & when I cannot take the suffering anymore, I become unthankful & impatient, but when I remember that dream & the beauty I saw in it, a sense of peace comes over me. I am reminded that this world & the pain & suffering I go through is nothing in comparison to the happiness & relief I felt in that dream, & in sha Allah, will feel when I enter Jannah.

This life truly is temporary, & so are the problems that come with it. When we go through a time of difficulty, Allah Subhana Wa Ta ala is simply testing us to see if we will return to Him & have patience in Him. Having patience does not simply mean bearing with what we are going through – rather it means accepting our situation as our Qadr (destiny), & being pleased with Allah Subhana Wa Ta ala for ordaining this for us. It means seeing the good in the bad, never losing hope in Allah Subhana Wa
Ta'ala & expecting good from Him. Our goal in this life is to attain Jannah, & in order to do this we must be happy with Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala & His decision. We must return to Him, find solace in His words, & worship Him & Him alone, without associating any partners with Him. When we do this, we will find a new found simplicity in our life – & we will be at peace knowing He only wants well for His slaves. Aиϑ in the end, we will enter Jannah, & abide therein for eternity, without any pain or suffering, may Allah Subhana Wa Ta ala unite us there, ameen
🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹

Rasul Allah sal Allaahu alaihi wasallam said:
“By Allah, this world in
comparison to the Hereafter
is nothing but as though one
of you dipped his finger in the
sea.
So ponder how much
(of sea water), the finger returns
with.”
[Mishkaat]
🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹

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Story 2:

⏳How you Live...is how you Die⌛

‘ ....To tell the truth, he looked like he was staring into the eyes of death...’

A police officer in a Muslim country wrote the following letter to a Shaykh describing the events that led to his return to Allah. He recalls:

Seeing accidents and crash victims was a normal part of my day, but one incident was different.

My partner and I had parked on the shoulder of the highway and began to chat. In a random second, the scene shattered to the hideous sound of metal bodies becoming one. We threw our heads back to see what had happened: a head-on collision, the result of a vehicle slipping into the lane of the oncoming traffic.

You couldn’t describe the carnage. Two young men sprawled in the first car, both in critical condition. We carried them gently away from the car and rested them on the ground.

Quickly we returned to assist the owner of the second car. He was dead. Back we went to the two young men lying side by side on the pavement.

My partner began dictating the Shahadah to them. “Say: La iIaha illAllah (there is no god but Allah), La iIaha illAllah…”

… their tongues wouldn’t acknowledge. They started humming the hypnotic lyrics of some song. I was terrified. My partner had experience however and he kept repeating his instruction.

I stood watching, no movement, eyes locked. Never in my life had I seen anything similar to what was going on before me. In fact, I’ve never actually seen someone die, and never in such a satanic way.

My partner continued to instruct them to say the Shahadah but there was no use. The hum of their song came to a slow silence, slowly. The first one stopped and then the other. Not a stir. Dead.

We carried them to our patrol car, my partner made no effort to speak. Not a whisper between us two as we carried the corpses to the nearest hospital.

The police officer fell back into routine, as he narrates, and started to drift from Allah. But another event happened to him that sealed the return. He continues… What an odd world. After some time, about six months, a strange accident took place.

A young man was moving along the highway normally, but within one of the tunnels leading to the city, he was maimed by a flat tire. To the side of the tunnel he parked and stepped to the back to remove the spare tire. The whistle of a speeding car from behind. In a second, it collided with the crippled car, the young man in-between. He fell to the ground with critical injuries.

I rushed to the scene, myself and another partner other than the first. Together we carried the young man’s body into our patrol car and phoned the hospital to prepare for his arrival. He was a young adult in his blossom years. Religious, you could tell from his appearance. He was mumbling when we carried him, but in our rush, we had not paid attention to what he was saying. However, when we placed him on his back in the patrol car we could make it out. Through the pain his heart was reciting Quran! He was so immersed in the recitation… Subhan Allah, you would have never said that this person was in intense pain.

Blood had soaked his clothes crimson red, his bones had clearly snapped in several places. To tell the truth, he looked like he was staring into the eyes of death. He continued to read in his unique, tender voice. Reciting each verse in proper rhythm. In my entire life, I had never heard any recitation like it. I said to myself, I’m… I’m going to instruct him to say the Shahadah just like I saw my friend doing; especially since I had previous experience.

My partner and I listened intently to that soft voice. I felt a shiver shock my back and up my arm, the hair stood. Suddenly, the hymn ceased. I watched silently as his hand rose softly. He had his index finger pointed upward to the heavens, saying the Shahadah “(La iIaha illAllah / There is no god but Allah).” Then… his head slumpt. Nothing. I jumped to the back seat, felt his hand, his heart, his breathing. He was dead!

I couldn’t stop staring at him. A tear fell but I hid it in shame. I turned back to my partner and told him that the boy’s life had ceased – he burst out loud crying. Seeing a man cry like that, I could not control myself and my partner faded away behind the fall of my own tears. The patrol car fogged from the emotions.

We arrived at the hospital. As we rushed through the corridors, we told all the doctors, nurses, and onlookers what had happened. So many people were affected by what we said, some stood there speechless and tearful. No one wanted to lose sight of the boy until they had been assured of the time and place he would be buried.

One of the hospital staff phoned the boys home. His brother picked it up and was told of the accident. His brother told us about him: He used to go out every Monday to visit his only grandmother outside of town. Whenever he visited her, he made sure to spend time with the poor children idling the streets and the orphans. The town knew him – he was the one that would bring them the Islamic books and tapes. His dusty Mazda would be filled with rice and sugar and even candies – couldn’t forget the candies – for those families who were in need.

He would not stand for anyone to discourage him from the long journey to that town. He would always politely reply that the long drive gave him time to review his Quran and listen to Islamic lectures on his cassette deck. And… And that with every step to the town he hoped for the reward he would find with Allah…

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So let us take lesson from these incidents and make a firm vow to start changing our lives from now on.
 
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AUTHORS NOTE:

and with that....

We come to an end to this book....

I want to thank all my dearest readers once again..

To all my readers that voted,commemted,shared,silent readers or anyone that came across this book..

Jazakallahukhayran

I'm planning to start a book 2 of this where i can post more Islamic stories,In sha Allah.

Should I?

What say??

If yes, what should i keep its name??

Any suggestions??

I have kept one more chapter empty, where I'll inform everyone about part 2 of this book. In sha Allah...

I know we won't remember all the stories that we've read ...but..i want to ask you all a question. .

Is there any story that really touched your heart??

Or a story that u learnt from??

You favourite story if u remember??

Any message or anything u wish to say??

Remember the whole ummah in your duas...

Take care
Stay blessed
Keep smiling

With lots of love and duas...