This touches ones heart and this only confirms that Duaa is so powerful.A friend of mines always tells me ' Put your head on the mussallah, andsee what you cant get.'
ALLAH IS SO GREAT!!!
This story was written by a Muslim doctor who worked in Africa.One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but inspite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature babyand a crying two-year-old daughter.We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator.(We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no specialfeeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were oftenchilly with treacherous draftsOne student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and thecotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up thefire and fill a hot water bottle.She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle,it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates.And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. It is no goodcrying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered nogood crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, andthere are no drugstores down forest pathways.'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can,and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts.'Your job is to keep the baby warm.
'The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with anyof the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave theyoungsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told themabout the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the babywarm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. Thebaby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of thetwo-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, prayed with the usualblunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, Allah,' she prayed,'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, Allah, as the babywill be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by wayof a corollary, 'And while You are about it, would You please send adolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could Ihonestly say, 'Ameen?'
I just did not believe that Allah could do this.Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Holy Quraan says so. Butthere are limits, aren't there? The only way Allah could answer would befor a package to arrive from the homeland.I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I hadnever, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me aparcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses'training school, a message was sent that there was a car
at my frontdoor. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on theverandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking myeyes.I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. Wefolded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly.
Excitement was mounting.Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboardbox. >From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted cotton jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried. I had no tasked Allah to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.The ten year old was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If Allah has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!'Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small,beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone!
She had never doubted.Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Allah really loves her?'That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed Allah's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child- five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.''Before they call for prayer, I will answer all prayers!'Allah wants us to ask of Him.and he will surely answer.Please share this amazing story with as many others as you can.
Our Allah really IS . . . AN AWESOME Allah!LESSONS TO BE LEARNED:Don't ever underestimate the POWER OF ALLAH-Allah can do anything Allah desires Kids are innocent and pure- Their duas[prayers] are easily and quickly answered by Allah The Dedication of this Muslim Doctor - spare time was devoted to Allah to bring others closer to Him- Lets also become invitees to ALLAH Don't forget others in need.
You may never know when you would be in need!Always contribute to good causes.you never know the little you give may save some ones life..or in which way it will benefit them.
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