Entitled "A Muslim child saves a Christian old man"
Every Friday, after the prayer, the imam and his eleven-year-old son
They go out in a suburb of Amsterdam (mostly Christian)
People are distributed small books entitled "The Way to Heaven"
One Friday it was very cold and rainy
The boy wore a lot of clothes so as not to feel cold, he said:
'Well Dad, I'm ready !!!
His father asked him, 'Ready for what'?
The son said, "Dad, it's time to go out to distribute the books
His father replied: The weather is very cold outside.
The boy surprised his father with the answer and said, "But my father there are still people going to the fire
Father: I will not go out in this weather ..
The boy said, "Can I go to distribute the books?"
His father hesitated for a moment and then said: You go, I gave him some books
The boy said: Thank you, Dad!
Although he was only eleven years old, he walked through the streets of the city
In this cold and rainy weather in order to distribute the books to the corresponding people
And remained hesitant door to door to distribute Islamic books ..
After two hours of walking in the rain, keep the last book with him
He was looking for a passerby in the street to give him, but the streets were completely deserted.
Then he turned to the opposite pier to go to the first house he met until the book gave them
And rang the doorbell, no one should ..
The bell rang repeatedly, useless, but something prevented him from leaving the house
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked on the door with his fist
He does not know what made him wait all this time, and continued knocking if the door opens slowly ..
At the door stood an elderly woman with signs of sadness
She said to him, "What can I do for you, my son?"
The little boy said to her and looked at her with sparkling eyes
And on his smile lit her world: 'Madam, I'm sorry if I bothered you,
But I just want to tell you: God really loves you and takes care of you and I come to give you
The last book with me which will tell you everything about God,
The real purpose of creation, how to achieve his satisfaction ...
The book gave it and wanted to leave.
She said to him: Thank you, my son!
A week later, after Friday prayers, the imam had finished his lecture
An old lady stood up and said:
'No one in this group knows me, and I have not come here before
Last Friday, I was not Muslim and I did not think to be.
My husband died a few months ago, leaving me completely alone in this world ..
Last Friday it was very cold and it was raining,
I decided to commit suicide because I had no hope of life.
So I brought a rope and a chair and went up to the upper room in my house,
Then I installed the cord firmly in one of the ceiling beams and stood over the chair
I fixed the end of the other rope around my neck, and I was
Lonely and filled with sadness and I was about to jump ..
Suddenly;;;
I heard the sound of the door bell ringing in the basement, I said:
I will wait moments and I will not answer and whatever
Whoever knocks the door will go after a little ..
I waited and then waited until he left the door but it was a sound
Roads on the door and bell ringing rise and grow ..
I said to myself again: Who is !!! ???
I lifted the rope around my neck and said I go to see who knocks the door and with all this determination ..
When I opened the door I could not believe my eyes. He was a little boy and his eyes glazed
A smile I have never seen before, so I can not describe it to you ..
The words that came from his mouth touched my heart, which was dead and then jumped into life again,
He said to me affectionately: Madam, I have come now to tell you:
God loves you and cares for you!
Then he gave me this book, which I carry "The Way to Heaven"
I closed my door and very tired I read the book ..
Then I went to the top and removed the rope and the chair ..
Because I will not need any of them anymore..
I am now very happy because I have come to know one true God.
The title of this Islamic Center is printed on the back of the book. I came here to say:
Thank God and thank you for this little angel who came to me at the right time,
Through this, my soul was saved from immortality in hell.
The eyes were heard in the mosque and the cries of zakat were heard.
