Invaluable Wealth

seekshidayath wrote: As'salamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu, We find all most all the threads posted here by our moderator - Br.Peacemaker. I learnt alot from his efforts. May Allah Subhanahu Wa ta'ala reward him for his sincere efforts. But today, dear readers u need to bear me. Here's an Indian story of a person who embraced islam. But before plunging into the story lets remind ourselves that these stories are not like other stories of our prescribed novels or English books. We need to revive and refresh our faith. This story was published in a well read urdu daily and am trying my best to translate into English. Please mind that English is not my first language so it may disturb u while reading. All that i wish is Allah ta'ala grant us imaan and strengthen our faith. Ameen.

Walaikum Salam,

Jazak Allah Khair for posting the story.

May Allah guide us all.

Peace

u need not wait for a week. I finished it now Alhamdullilah,

We stood up from there. Maulana sahab congratulated and embraced me Both of us exchanged  the addresses. Maulana sahab was about to leave to a remote village at Sonipat. I asked , if i can accompany him. Maulana sahb said with a smile, ' Uss Ashram ki meeting kay  programme ka kya hoga? I said abb uska koi matlab nahi. I accompanied Maulana sahab , to his place. On the way he explained me as why he was moving there. Actually this village faced riots during 1947 -  war of independence. Since people there were though majority in muslims, but were weak in faith. They did not know the value of the wealth they possessed. Like  a child with a diamond in his hand.  What does a child knows its value unless not explained to him. But since he did not knew its value, so was easily snatched from his hands. Maulana sahab said that he was now going to that village and explain them the importance and value of this wealth of islaam. But here we needed to be careful as now we have most of the majority in hindus and especially the head of the village - pradhan is a very strict Hindu. We reached that village and entered a mosque. Maulana sahab wanted these people to gather here. But imam sahab said that its very imposibble for people to come. Maulana sahab said, lets give a try and if they don't turn up we will gather at the Pradhan's house. But Alhamdullilah, people did come and were seated in the mosque. Pradhan also turned up.
         
                                     I seeked permission of maulana sahab to speak before he started. Maulana sahab said "Yes'. Let me tell u readers that i was still dressed in a sadhu type that is priest of hindus attire- Orange dress and small plait in the middle of the head and the remaining head bald. etc etc. I started up speaking to the people. I narrated all the story of my past life. My feelings and efforts in search of God. Perhaps a hour that i spoke and concluded saying that,"My dear brothers Why are you after the restlessness and loss of peace of mind." I  was almost in tears and hiccups. There was all silence at first. And slowly there was a buzz. Amongst all of those people, Pradhan was moved . He decided to start up an islamic school. All those people co-operated him with excitement. Maulana sahab was very happy. He thanked Allah and congragulated me.

                        We left that village and i accompanied Maulana sahab on his invitation. I wanted to learn the islamic fundamentals. I first changed my appearance and was now a simple man. I attended 40 days classes and was learning. During this process i experinced and unknown happiness. I kept thanking Allah ta'ala for his bestowings. But when i looked at hindus and other non-muslims , i felt very bad and depressed. They are leading a life which has very bad end. I felt bad for those people in the ashrams who came to India in search of peace and settled in ashrams. What they need is little introduction of islam. I feel bad and worse as we muslims are n't fulfilling our responsibility. So i seeked the permission of maulana sahab to move towards that ashrams and do my dawah. But he replied that my first and utmost responsibility is towards my family. So i returned my HOME happily. But came to know that my parents were dead. During there last breath they had my name. I WAS BROKEN. I WAS DEVASTED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT MY PARENTS WERE DEAD WITHOUT RECITING THE SHAHADAH. I felt bad no muslim here ever tried to fulfill there responsibility. Let me tell here that, my father was very close to muslims as most of the employees were mulims. We even used to change the timings of our company during ramzaan. My father even used to tell his driver that he was born in a hindu family by mistake.--- This was his state. I f he were introduced the reality of islam he would have embraced islam. I was very much depressed as well as frustrated. It affected my health too. It was hard for me to to imagine my parents getting burnt in hell. Hhoooooooo. I used to wander here and there. But my brother cared for me very much.