A Beautiful Story About QUR'AN

A Beautiful Story About QUR'AN

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, 'Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?'

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, 'Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.'

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, 'You'll have to move a little faster next time,' and sent him back to t.he river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,' and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, 'See Grandpa, it's . useless!'

'So you think it is useless?' The old man said, 'Look at the basket.'

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
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'Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives"

Why Women Cry

Why Women Cry 
Watch her eyes 

"A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman , " she told him. 

"I don't understand , " he said. His Mom just hugged him and said , "And you never will." 

Later the little boy asked his father , "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" 

"All women cry for no reason , " was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man , still wondering why women cry... 

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone , he asked , "God , why do women cry so easily?" 

God said

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. 

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. 

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. 

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly. 

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. 

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife , but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. 

And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." 

"You see my son , " said God , "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair. 

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." 

Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do , - You will boost woman's self-esteem. 
Pass it on to men too -
 perhaps they will then understand "why women cry..............