ABU NOOH
05-09-00, 01:46 AM
Brothers & Sisters,
The below story has happend in my country, and I would like all of you to free yourselves just 5 minutes to read it. Make sure that you have enough tissue, so you can dry your eays from tears.
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This is a true story about a girl who lived in Oman, and was Omani.
The people who told her story are her best friend and some members of her
family.
The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman
stayed on her Christian religion, but she came to live in Oman with her
husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They had some children,
but they lacked a family.
This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was
so bitter for one of their daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel.
That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no better name to
call her.
Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would
dream to have. They had a huge house, lots of money to spend, cars,
clothes, you name it, and she had it all. Most of all she could do
whatever she pleased anytime she wanted to. The father was always travelling,
and the mother could hardly be called a mother. The only thing that this young
girl lacked was a family.
Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.
The only people who she could turn to were the other rich girls who led a
life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends, listening to
music, basically having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to
interfere with them, they could do whatever they please.
In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days.
There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them.
They took two rooms, one, which the boys slept in, and the other where she
and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one room, or in
the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is
how much freedom these girls had. At least that is what they considered
freedom.
Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to
hang around somewhere without being disturbed by the others. They decided
to go to her friend's house because there was no one there. So they sat
together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one
of the rooms with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go
into any of the rooms if she wanted to. Malak preferred to stay in the
living room and talk to her boyfriend.
After some time her friend called her, so she and her boyfriend both went.
When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a
shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and
told her, " How dare you?" Then she stormed out of the house, full of feelings
that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she
felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to
be comforted.
All of a sudden she hated everything that she used to once enjoy. She
hated the music, the paintings in her room, their house, the money, her
clothes, her family. She hated all these things because they were all
not real and they only brought her misery and shame. She went to her
house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with
their friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that
house. She ran to her room for comfort, only to find all those horrible
paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and
broke them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.
Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet
so that she can pray. She wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she
didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole body wet,
because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her
grandmother's prayer mat and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.
Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated ( did
sujood) and just talked to God. She stayed like that for one whole hour. She just
poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after that,but
there was more that she wanted to do now.
She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time,
because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person
who could help her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely
couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She tried to find something suitable
to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she remembered
that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She
went and got them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her
grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's house.
When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw
herself into her arms and cried her heart out. The aunt understood what
happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle, she did the same,
she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his
niece at first because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was,
he comforted her and sat with her and talked to her. Malak had later said
that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she
asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach
her how to pray.
After she learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in
this room, I want to be alone for three days. Then she asked her uncle, "
Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said
that
she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she
said, " I could die before five years had passed." So she started her mission,
she started memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace
with herself in this new lifestyle.
After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter
was not in the house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated
to discover that she was in his brother's house. He went to take her from
there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak decided
to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.
What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the
holy Quran in three months only! Now she called her uncle and his family to
come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told them to hurry.
They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly. When they
got there, they were told that she was praying. A long time passed and she
still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see her. They saw her on
the prayer mat holding the holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you
all read that sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her
arms near the heart that memorized it.
The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury
her quickly. They called her father, but she had told her grandfather that
she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted to Islam. Her
sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was
the first time for her cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway,
because they were the closest people to her. They said that they felt other
people helping them, people that they couldn't see.
They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is
wrapped in), but it had disappeared. They started looking for it
everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in of
the corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most
beautiful smell. So they had no choice but to use this Kafan.
When the men went to pray for
The below story has happend in my country, and I would like all of you to free yourselves just 5 minutes to read it. Make sure that you have enough tissue, so you can dry your eays from tears.
===========================
This is a true story about a girl who lived in Oman, and was Omani.
The people who told her story are her best friend and some members of her
family.
The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman
stayed on her Christian religion, but she came to live in Oman with her
husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They had some children,
but they lacked a family.
This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The truth that was
so bitter for one of their daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel.
That is what she turned out to be later, so there is no better name to
call her.
Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would
dream to have. They had a huge house, lots of money to spend, cars,
clothes, you name it, and she had it all. Most of all she could do
whatever she pleased anytime she wanted to. The father was always travelling,
and the mother could hardly be called a mother. The only thing that this young
girl lacked was a family.
Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in.
The only people who she could turn to were the other rich girls who led a
life similar to hers. They spent their time with friends, listening to
music, basically having fun, as it would be called. There was no one to
interfere with them, they could do whatever they please.
In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days.
There was Malak and her best friend and six boys that went with them.
They took two rooms, one, which the boys slept in, and the other where she
and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one room, or in
the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is
how much freedom these girls had. At least that is what they considered
freedom.
Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to
hang around somewhere without being disturbed by the others. They decided
to go to her friend's house because there was no one there. So they sat
together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted to go into one
of the rooms with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go
into any of the rooms if she wanted to. Malak preferred to stay in the
living room and talk to her boyfriend.
After some time her friend called her, so she and her boyfriend both went.
When they did they were astonished to see their two friends in such a
shameful way. Malak was so furious that she slapped her friend and
told her, " How dare you?" Then she stormed out of the house, full of feelings
that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she
felt that her life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to
be comforted.
All of a sudden she hated everything that she used to once enjoy. She
hated the music, the paintings in her room, their house, the money, her
clothes, her family. She hated all these things because they were all
not real and they only brought her misery and shame. She went to her
house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with
their friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that
house. She ran to her room for comfort, only to find all those horrible
paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them all down and
broke them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.
Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet
so that she can pray. She wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she
didn't know how! She went into the toilet and got her whole body wet,
because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found her
grandmother's prayer mat and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.
Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated ( did
sujood) and just talked to God. She stayed like that for one whole hour. She just
poured her heart out to her Creator. She felt much better after that,but
there was more that she wanted to do now.
She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time,
because he was not on good terms with her father. He was the person
who could help her. She planned to go to his house, but she absolutely
couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She tried to find something suitable
to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she remembered
that her aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She
went and got them all out, wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her
grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's house.
When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw
herself into her arms and cried her heart out. The aunt understood what
happened, so she called her husband. When Malak saw her uncle, she did the same,
she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even recognize his
niece at first because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was,
he comforted her and sat with her and talked to her. Malak had later said
that this was the first time that she ever felt love and care. Then she
asked to see one of her cousins. When her cousin came, she asked her to teach
her how to pray.
After she learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in
this room, I want to be alone for three days. Then she asked her uncle, "
Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy Quran." The uncle said
that
she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy, she
said, " I could die before five years had passed." So she started her mission,
she started memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace
with herself in this new lifestyle.
After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter
was not in the house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated
to discover that she was in his brother's house. He went to take her from
there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak decided
to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.
What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the
holy Quran in three months only! Now she called her uncle and his family to
come over so that they could celebrate the occasion. She told them to hurry.
They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly. When they
got there, they were told that she was praying. A long time passed and she
still didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see her. They saw her on
the prayer mat holding the holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you
all read that sentence correctly, she had died holding the holy book in her
arms near the heart that memorized it.
The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury
her quickly. They called her father, but she had told her grandfather that
she doesn't want her mother to come if she had not converted to Islam. Her
sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her. It was
the first time for her cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway,
because they were the closest people to her. They said that they felt other
people helping them, people that they couldn't see.
They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is
wrapped in), but it had disappeared. They started looking for it
everywhere, but they couldn't find it. Then to their surprise in of
the corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most
beautiful smell. So they had no choice but to use this Kafan.
When the men went to pray for