Guess What Happened To me
Here I will tell you stories that happened to me ever since I became Muslim in 2001. Probably some visitors may recognize who I am based on these stories cause I told it to them. Life became much more interesting when I accepted Islam.
The Rain
This occurred 8 months after I lost my job. It's tough for a man not to have work and it's even tougher when the wife is working full time. But I was taking care of my 3 year old daughter at home and we were having a good old time. One day my daughter and I were coming home from somewhere I don't recall but it was raining very hard. I mean really hard. The raindrops were hitting the car so loud it was as if something solid was hitting the car. On the road you could see the splashes the raindrops were making on the road.
We pulled into the garage and had to walk to the front door. My daughter said, "We're going to get wet! How do we go in?". Then at the moment I thought of doing something I never tried before.
Now before I continue with this story I will have to say the following to understand what happened next. Since I lost my job I was under so much pressure from my non-Muslim parents to shave my beard and let go of any religious restrictions that prevented me from getting a job. I did not want to do that. I did not want to earn sinful wages and feed my family with that. I had plenty of opportunities to work for a bank but I turned them down. There was even a job offer with the adult industry, I would be working on a porn site. I am sure this would have been an awesome job when i was non muslim. But of course I turned that down.
I was going to the mosque often almost every day. My parents were not helping me and my muslim wife was neutral on my adoption of the religion of Islam and its basic tenets. I was praying a lot. My relationship with Allah was very close. Only now I see that but back then I was begging for my situation to change. The humiliation I felt when my parents insinuated that Islam was an ancient religion. It looks of pity I received from the Muslim side of the family. I could just feel it coming from them 'oh silly convert to Islam' you don't have to be so strict on yourself.
So my only friends at that time was Allah and my daughter.
Back to the story....
I decided to use that moment of rain as a lesson to my daughter. I told my daughter, "Let's ask the Lord of the rain to make it stop." I raised my hand chest level and I glorified Him I asked Him , "Oh Allah you have given my a daughter who I am raising in your religion please show her this example so your sign can be ingrained in her heart and mind so she will not waiver from this religion please my Lord stop the rain."
The moment I lowered my hands the rain stopped dead. I was not surprised but my daughter was her eyes and mouth opened wide "It stopped!!" I said "Of course" Then we ran to the porch. The moment we were under protection the rain restarted with the same fierceness as before.
Nothing like that happened again. I look back at those days in 2006 and reflect my state compared to me now. I was in the middle of fitnah from all sides. Allah and His Quran was my only companion during those days. I spilled my feelings to Him. I went to the masjid often since there was no excuse not to. I was very humbled as there was no pride in me whatsoever since I had no job. I guess it was all these things that made me a better believer back then.
That moment reminded me of a verse in the Bible that was very mysterious to me. It was something that Jesus(pbuh) said in the new testament. He said those who have faith as big as a mustard seed can tell that tree to throw itself into the ocean. I may not have thrown a tree but I wonder about myself now, is my faith smaller than a mustard seed now?
May Allah forgive us.
We pulled into the garage and had to walk to the front door. My daughter said, "We're going to get wet! How do we go in?". Then at the moment I thought of doing something I never tried before.
Now before I continue with this story I will have to say the following to understand what happened next. Since I lost my job I was under so much pressure from my non-Muslim parents to shave my beard and let go of any religious restrictions that prevented me from getting a job. I did not want to do that. I did not want to earn sinful wages and feed my family with that. I had plenty of opportunities to work for a bank but I turned them down. There was even a job offer with the adult industry, I would be working on a porn site. I am sure this would have been an awesome job when i was non muslim. But of course I turned that down.
I was going to the mosque often almost every day. My parents were not helping me and my muslim wife was neutral on my adoption of the religion of Islam and its basic tenets. I was praying a lot. My relationship with Allah was very close. Only now I see that but back then I was begging for my situation to change. The humiliation I felt when my parents insinuated that Islam was an ancient religion. It looks of pity I received from the Muslim side of the family. I could just feel it coming from them 'oh silly convert to Islam' you don't have to be so strict on yourself.
So my only friends at that time was Allah and my daughter.
Back to the story....
I decided to use that moment of rain as a lesson to my daughter. I told my daughter, "Let's ask the Lord of the rain to make it stop." I raised my hand chest level and I glorified Him I asked Him , "Oh Allah you have given my a daughter who I am raising in your religion please show her this example so your sign can be ingrained in her heart and mind so she will not waiver from this religion please my Lord stop the rain."
The moment I lowered my hands the rain stopped dead. I was not surprised but my daughter was her eyes and mouth opened wide "It stopped!!" I said "Of course" Then we ran to the porch. The moment we were under protection the rain restarted with the same fierceness as before.
Nothing like that happened again. I look back at those days in 2006 and reflect my state compared to me now. I was in the middle of fitnah from all sides. Allah and His Quran was my only companion during those days. I spilled my feelings to Him. I went to the masjid often since there was no excuse not to. I was very humbled as there was no pride in me whatsoever since I had no job. I guess it was all these things that made me a better believer back then.
That moment reminded me of a verse in the Bible that was very mysterious to me. It was something that Jesus(pbuh) said in the new testament. He said those who have faith as big as a mustard seed can tell that tree to throw itself into the ocean. I may not have thrown a tree but I wonder about myself now, is my faith smaller than a mustard seed now?
May Allah forgive us.