Ahh guys so sorry this so late.I told a few people that I will upload this soon or Saturday…but yeah didn’t exactly specify which Saturday.Haha. XD Life is like squeezing every ounce of energy out of me.
Thank you so much everyone for your words of encouragement. They mean lot!
Anyway here it is, I hope you like. 🙂 Let me know what you think of this.
Since as long as I can remember, I have always loved stories. Stories made my eyes sparkle with joy. They made me believe in what others may not believe in or help me to imagine more, as well as to ignite curiosity. A friend of my father had told me a story of how a little girl in the village (I really forgot the name) had been taught by her parents to always pray two Rakahs to Allah for anything she needed/wanted. That little girl obeyed. Whenever she would pray she would mostly ask for candy. And her parents knew about it and therefore while she was busy, they would quickly put some candy under her prayer mat or behind her without her noticing.
However, one day she wanted candy in the middle of the night. She did what she had always done. She stood on the prayer mat and behind her were stood nervous parents who didn’t have any candy left in the house. Unfortunately, they couldn’t go out to the shops and buy since all of the shops were closed at this hour of the night. They anxiously waited for what will happen after she had finished praying. That is when a miracle occurred. As soon as the little girl finished praying and picked up the prayer mat she smiled from ear to ear because she saw that Allah had (as always) given her what she asked for. Lots of candy! Her parents were overjoyed to see her so happy and filled with satisfaction. This story influenced me to a great extent. The little eight-year-old me was eager to try this myself, I also convinced my four-year-old sister to join me.
The two of us put our prayer mats and prayed to get not candy, but a whole meal. We prayed to Allah to give us roasted chicken (or was it chicken Mandi?). I specifically remember we had turned of the lights of the room (thought it was evening time) and stood in front of the window. We waited impatiently as we watched busy people and zooming cars from the window. Our plan was to keep looking outside so that when Allah sends down some angels, the angels don’t shy away. In other words, we wanted to see the Angels with full meal that they would put under our prayer mats. When we couldn’t wait any longer or felt hopeless we would sneak a look behind us. What confirmed, that the angels had not arrived was that our prayer mats didn’t look swollen. Yes, logic.
The funny truth is that our parents had no clue about this and couldn’t possibly come and put the roasted chicken. We checked under the mat and waited for a long time. Alas, no sign or smell of roasted chicken. The only thing left to do was fold back the prayer mat and put it in its right place. However, when we were doing it, the doorbell rang and we rushed to the door. There we saw our lovely father with his hands full. He held two huge small bags which he had brought from the restaurant. It was exactly what we prayed for, roasted chicken (or chicken Mandi).
We were extremely happy that our prayers were answered. Even though they were answered in an unexpected way. Our mission was accomplished and we felt proud of our little magical achievement. This whole incident was inspired by the girl who wanted to candy. She taught my sister and I that asking Allah sincerely will result in happiness. Furthermore, our experience taught us that your prayers can be answered in a way that may be unpredictable. Nonetheless, we must hold on to hope and have faith that our prayers will sooner or later be answered.
It has been almost a decade since this incident yet I never forget. I can’t ever forget the feeling or the scenes of how we got what we wanted. Of how Allah SWT does know what is in every heart. Plus, how we might assume different ways of achieving something but ultimately what has to reach us will in the way that Allah pleases.
When I think about it now, I tell myself I have known how to get what I wanted. Yet, someday I do not get what I want. Why is that? Is is that my heart isn’t as innocent and faithful as when I was young? Am I distracted and begin to believe more in resources on earth than from above? Or maybe it is just that not all our prayers are answered immediately. Some may never we be answered on earth. BUT for them we will be rewarded for in Paradise (Jannah).
Do you think this story was influential? Do you remember prayers that were answered in an unusual way?