A Short Story

By Ishrat Ali

A long time ago, there lived the wife of a mujahid (someone who fights or struggles in the way of God) named Aasiyah. She became a widow after giving birth to three sons. In the absence of her husband, she took good care of her children. She was a very compassionate mother. Her sons, Ahmed, Asim, and Aziz always gave their mother lots of respect and treated her with honor. They would visit the masjid near their house everyday. They were not very rich but they were content with everything they had.

All of the sons of Aasiyah were very skilled. Ahmed was known for his skills in archery; Asim was great at wrestling; and Aziz could fight with three swords at once. Since childhood, their mother and father always made sure they had a strong bond of brotherhood. All three brothers were treated equally. Not one of them was given food until all three were present. If one was done with homework, he couldn’t go play until the other two were done as well. This was the rule of their home—”No one is treated better than the other and no one should get left behind.” Due to this rule, all three brothers helped one another in everything. They loved their mother and father very much. They wanted to be just like their father, Mus’ab. Mus’ab loved to go fight for the sake of Allah subhana wa ta`ala (exalted is He). He always believed in truth and justice. He spent many years fighting against oppression and passed away trying to protect the people in his small village.

Ahmed, Asim and Aziz called themselves the “Soldiers of Allah.” They would do everything to protect others no matter how old they were. Ahmed, the eldest, was 12. Aziz was 10 years old, and Asim was 9. Each of them mastered great skills at a very tender age because they wanted to end the oppression in their town. They never showed others their grief for losing their father. However they felt it in their hearts and did their best to stay strong.

One day, unexpected news reached the three brothers. They were told that the village would be under attack the next day. Upon hearing this news, Aasiyah began making lots of du`a’ (supplication) asking Allah subhana wa ta`ala for help. Ahmed, Aziz and Asim had a plan. They knew that their village was surrounded by mountains. They decided to climb the mountains and gathered as many men who knew archery to join them. Next, Aziz gathered others to hide behind the bushes, so when the enemy came they could attack by surprise. Asim, on the other hand, sent messages to his friends all over the village to help them out. All the men gathered in rows ready to make jihad (struggle in the way of Allah). Each person was told to create an uproar by saying that the village was under the protection of many other villages. If this village was attacked, all the other villages would attack the outsiders and destroy them.

When the enemy came, Ahmed’s archery covered them in arrows. Many ran away for their lives. The remaining army was attacked by the men with Asim and Aziz. They and all the villagers fought bravely. The soldiers of Allah (swt) had Allah with them and alhamdulillah  (praise be to God) they won the battle. They thanked Allah subhana wa ta`ala and asked Him for forgiveness.

Narrated Abu Huraira radi allahu `anhu (may God have mercy on him): “I heard Allah’s Messenger ﷺ (peace be upon him) saying, “The example of a mujahid in Allah’s Cause—and Allah knows better who really strives in His Cause—is like a person who observes saum (the fast) and offers salat (prayers) continuously, Allah guarantees that He will admit the mujahid in His Cause into Paradise if he is killed, otherwise He will return him to his home safely with rewards and war booty.” [4:46-O.B] Sahih Al Bukhari

By Ishrat Ali

Once in a town in Egypt lived a young boy named Zahir. He was very mischievious. Everyone in the town knew him for his bad behavior because he liked to prank people all the time. He never cared about what people thought of him. When he talked, he would say whatever he felt like without considering the feelings of others. People around him didn’t like him for they thought of him as a disrespectful and ill-mannered boy.

One day, he went fishing near the Nile river. His mother asked him to be careful and not to do anything wrong. After a long time and a lot of hassle, he finally caught a fish. But then, a group of boys passed by and decided to take his fish. Zahir tried to fight them for his fish. As they were fighting, Zahir’s uncle passed by and saw him. He got angry at Zahir and told him to leave. Zahir got mad and called his uncle an oppressor. The uncle ran after Zahir but could not catch him.

The next morning, the uncle came to visit Zahir’s mother. Zahir’s father had passed away when he was only five. After talking to his uncle, Zahir’s mother yelled at him. She told him to leave as she couldn’t take it anymore. Zahir started crying and crying, but his mother would not listen. Instead, Zahir’s mother, Firdous, took out a bag with some gold coins in it and gave it to Zahir. She asked him to go on a journey in the desert to find the Legendary Tree of Good Manners.

Zahir had no choice. He was alone and there was no one with him. Before leaving, he made wudu (ablution) and prayed two rak`at (units) salat (prayer) asking Allah subhanahu wa ta`ala (exalted is He) to help him on his journey.

So Zahir took the gold coins and some of the food his mother prepared him. On foot, he set out on a long journey, not knowing if he would be able to complete his task. He loved his mother more than anyone in the world. Of all people, he felt she was the only one who loved and cared about him. He felt sad about hurting her feelings and remembered his father. He wiped his tears away and said to himself, “I will find that tree no matter what it takes.”

The sun went down and night approached in the silence of the desert. Zahir lay on the cool sand looking at the stars in the sky. “The stars are many. The moon is one. I wish I could shine among the stars,” Zahir thought to himself.

Zahir said,

“That shining sky looks at me in my loneliness. It surrounds me giving me company. Reminding me of the goals that I want to achieve. I am distant from my world. My mother awaits me with sleeplessness. She is thinking of me and I am thinking of her. O my Allah! I am here at your service. I shall pray in this night. It is Your Mercy and Grace that I feel by me. Your Protection and Compassion, Your Light is enough for me. Please guide me and help me. O Allah, I am Your slave. All Praise be to You, please turn the tears of my mother into tears of joy. I am here but my heart is there. Only You can help me. My Lord, please forgive me.”

Zahir stood up for salat al tahajjud (late night prayer) with tears in his eyes and sparkling on his face. He felt relieved after expressing his sadness to Allah subhana wa ta`ala.

The sun shone on Zahir’s face as if smiling at him as Zahir continued his journey. On his way, he found an old man. The old man asked him for some food and Zahir gave it to him. The old man thanked Zahir and gave him his blessings.

Then Zahir asked the old man, “Are you looking for the Legendary Tree of Manners?” The old man wasn’t sure what Zahir was talking about. He looked baffled. Zahir saw the face of the old man and said “It’s all right. Never mind.”

Zahir gave the old man some of his gold coins. The old man thanked Zahir and handed him a leaf. Zahir asked, “What is this for?” The old man said, “This is my parting gift to you. May Allah bless you,” and waved him good-bye.

Zahir continued his journey. He felt weak and he almost ran out of food. However Zahir didn’t want to give up. He made lots of dua`a (supplication) to Allah subhana wa ta`ala.

After a few hours, Zahir came across some tents and saw a caravan. The people seemed harsh and unwelcoming. Zahir went to one of the tents and asked the strange men if they could provide him with some food in exchange for his gold coins. The men stared at Zahir. They seemed about to kill him. Then one of them said, “He has the leaf!”

Zahir tried to think of some way to escape from these men. It seemed that the leader of the caravan was approaching him. The leader said, “My name is Faisal. I am the leader of this caravan. What brings you here, boy? I see you have the leaf. You must have met my father.”

Zahir said, “I met an old man who was very kind to me. So he is your father then.”

Faisal invited Zahir inside his tent and entertained him as his guest. Zahir enjoyed his stay with Faisal. He watched all the people of the caravan eat in the most well-mannered way. Zahir learned a lot from the men. They taught him their ways of eating and their way of speech.

A few days later, Zahir inquired about the whereabouts of the Legendary Tree of Good Manners. The men were not sure where it was. But they told Zahir to go a few miles into the desert, where he would find a man who is an Islamic scholar. Faisal said, “The scholar spends most of his time in the worship of Allah subhana wa ta’ala and He is the most well-mannered person I have ever met. He might have an answer. I pray you find what you are looking for.”

Zahir thanked Faisal and his men for everything. He walked a few miles across the desert and he found a man reciting the Qur’an. Zahir greeted him, “Assalamu `alaykum (Peace be upon you)”, to which the scholar replied saying, “Wa `alaykum assalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu (And on you, peace, and God’s Mercy, and His Blessings.”

The scholar said, “When you are greeted with a greeting, greet in return with one better than it, or (at least) return it equally.” ((Qur’an 4:86))

Zahir brought some gifts to the scholar from Faisal. The scholar said,

“Al-Bukhaari (may God have mercy upon him) narrated that `Aa’ishah  (may God be pleased with her) said: ‘The Messenger of Allah  ﷺ (peace be upon him) used to accept gifts and reward people for giving them.’”

Zahir asked the scholar if he knew about the Legendary Tree of Good Manners. The scholar said, “Yes, I know of that tree! Sit and learn with me for a month and I shall tell you where to find it.”

But Zahir felt impatient. He wanted to find the tree and return to his mother so she wouldn’t worry!

The scholar looked at Zahir and said, “The Messenger of Allah ﷺ said, ‘How amazing is the affair of the Muslim! His affairs are all good. If he experiences ease, he is grateful, and that is good for him. If he experiences hardship, he faces it with patience and perseverance, and that is also good for him.’” ((Muslim 18/25))

So Zahir smiled and listened to the Qur’an recitation of the scholar. Then the scholar told Zahir it’s time for prayer and taught him how to give the adhaan (the call to prayer).

Everyday the scholar taught Zahir something new. He told Zahir that by the end of the month, Zahir would himself know where to find the Legendary Tree of Good Manners.

Zahir learned the Qur’an and the sunnah (tradition of the Prophet ﷺ) taught to him by the scholar. Zahir had to do everything according to the sunnah, so he followed the footsteps of his scholar.

The days passed by quickly and soon it was the end of the month. The Scholar woke Zahir up from his sleep and reminded him that it was the last day of the month. “So, now do you know where to find the Legendary Tree of Manners?” the scholar asked.

Zahir said, “It’s you.”

The scholar smiled.

Zahir said, “The Legendary Tree of Manners has branches which consist of Emaan (Faith), Ihsaan (Good), Haya’ (Modesty), Kindness, Charity, Humility, Taqwa (God-consciousness), Sincerity, and, most importantly, following the sunnah of Allah’s messenger ﷺ.”

The scholar rejoiced and told him, “Now you are that tree. You will pass it on, insha’Allah (God willing). Go to your mother and convey to her my greetings. I am your paternal uncle.”

The scholar handed him a letter that his father had left with him as a trust for his son. Zahir took the letter and thanked his uncle. He was very happy and thanked Allah subhana wa ta`ala for everything.

Abu Huraira, may God be pleased with him, said, “I heard Allah’s Messenger ﷺ, say, ‘The best among you in Islam are those with the best manners, so long as they develop a sense of understanding.’ ” ((Bukhari’s Book of Manners #286 and Ahmad))

A Short Story

Once in a small town lived a beautiful Muslimah named Aisha. Her beauty was the imaan (faith) in her heart that completed her character. Her hijab was her crown, her excellent manners her garment; Aisha’s gracefulness and compassion were such that they were like diamonds that shimmered inside of her.

Ever since she was a child, Aisha had dreamed of going for Hajj. Even though her family was very poor, it never stopped her from dreaming and hoping that one day she would have the wonderful opportunity to go on this blessed journey.

Once a week, Aisha’s father, Tahir, would give her one dollar to buy her favorite chocolate. He knew how much his beloved daughter loved chocolates. However although Aisha was very fond of them she rarely spent the pocket money she received on such treats. She was always aware of those less fortunate than herself and often times if she found anyone poorer than her family, she would give them her money as charity. The rest, if she had any, she would save to go for Hajj.

Many years passed by and Aisha had saved a good amount of money. In time, she also found herself a job and started to work to help support her family.

One day, Aisha’s neighbor, a widow named Salma, fell ill. Aisha had gone to check on her and found that she had suffered a heart attack. Having rushed her to the hospital Aisha then stayed with Salma as the doctors tended to her. She would then visit her neighbor at the hospital everyday and bring her food; during her visits they would often talk and reflect on stories about Islam, something that gave Salma much comfort. She was very fond of Aisha and her love for her grew deeper from the care Aisha gave her.

After a few days, the doctor, whose name was Rashid, advised Salma to get heart surgery. Salma’s condition was getting worse as each day passed and it was important, he said. Salma however was not able to pay the medical expenses and told Dr. Rashid she did not want to go through surgery.

When Dr. Rashid mentioned this to Aisha, she simply smiled and went to the bank. She took out all the money she had saved for so many years and, without saying a word to Salma, gave it to the doctor with instructions that it was to go towards Salma’s expenses for heart surgery. This was the money that Aisha had been saving her whole life to go to Hajj. Aisha had sacrificed her one and only dream to save her neighbor from dying.

When the doctor found out about this, he immediately called his brother Salman, a very rich and successful businessman who had been looking for a pious woman to marry. Upon seeing the generosity and excellent character of Aisha, Dr. Rashid told his brother to consider her for his wife. Salman agreed and after meeting Aisha and her family, was able to see for himself what a virtuous woman Aisha was. They married soon after Salma’s recovery. Salman later surprised Aisha by taking her on Hajj that same year. Aisha’s joys were higher than the skies! She was very happy and thanked Allah subhanahu wa ta`ala (exalted is He) for everything.

Aisha said:

Labbayk Allahumma Labbayk! ((I am here, O God, I am here))
O Allah I am at Your Service.
With a feeling of peace
In my heart, O Allah!

Here I come,
To Bayt Allah— ((the House of God))
Reciting, repenting, worshipping,
To my Lord I offer Praise!

Facing the Ka`bah,
Doing Tawaf, ((circumambulation, referring to the pilgrim’s revolutions around the Ka`bah))
Drinking Zam Zam, ((water from the well of Zam Zam))
Moving at a pace

With one intention
in my heart—
Just to please You
O Allah, The Only God.

Every step I take,
I remember Your Prophets
Rasul Allah sallallahu `alayhi wa salam ((the Messenger of God, peace be upon him))
And his Companions

Trying to grasp
how they performed Hajj

Making every moment
Trying to follow the Prophet,
Peace be upon him.

My connection to the world
is completely gone.
I feel I am connected
And close to My Lord.

My tongue makes Dhikr, ((remembrance of God))
My eyes see the Great Ka`bah
My heart repents
My mind makes Du`a’ ((supplication))
My body in Salah, ((prayer))
Bowing and Prostrating.

All I can say is Allah!
How beautiful is your House!
How thankful I am!
To witness your Oneness,

Seeking only your reward,
To be a sinless child again,
Asking for Your help,
Your love, and my steadfastness
In the religion of Islam.

Narrated `Aisha radi allahu `anha (may God be pleased with her), the mother of the faithful believers: I said, “O Allah’s Messenger! We consider jihad (struggle in the way of God) as the best deed. Should we not participate in jihad?” The Prophet ﷺ said, “No! The best jihad (for women) is Hajj-Mabrur (an accepted hajj).” [2:595-O.B] Sahih Al Bukhari