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Qur'an 3:104: Let there arise        amongst you a band of people inviting to all that is good and right,        and forbidding the wrong. Such are the successful ones... Qur'an        16:125: Invite to the way of your Lord with beautiful preaching and in the        best ways...
Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumaat service at        the Central Mosque (and shortly after Al-Usrah program), the Imam and        his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH        TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature. This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his        son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside,        as well as pouring rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and        driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!' His 'Muallim' dad asked,        'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and        go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring        rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers,        'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks,        'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said,        'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'
'Thanks,        Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year        old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and        handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a        booklet.
 
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a        corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets        were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw        and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell.        He rang the bell, but nobody answered.. He rang it again and again,        but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally, this        eleven year old dakwah-expert turned to leave, but something stopped        him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and also knocked        loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him        there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door        slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly        lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes        and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm        sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that "ALLAH        REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU" and I came to give you my very last        booklet which will
tell you all about God, the real purpose of        creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.' With that, he handed her        his last booklet and turned to leave. She called to him as he        departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following        Friday afternoon after Jumaat service (during which period they hold a        weekly program, Al-Usrah) the Imam was giving some lectures. As he        concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want        to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an        elderly voice was heard over the speaker. As the voice went on, a hint        of glorious gaiety and contentment was plainly evident in it even        though the speaker wasn't seen,
'No one in this gathering knows me.        I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a        Muslim, and never thought I could be. My husband had passed away some        time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Friday, being a        particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I        came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to        live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway        into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in        the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope        around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted        I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell        downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it        is will go away.."
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell        seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing        also started knocking loudly..... I thought to myself again, 'Who on        earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I        loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the        while the bell rang louder and louder.
 
When I opened the door and        looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was        the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His        SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came        from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE        as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell        you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'
Then he gave me        this booklet, "Path To Paradise" that I now hold in my hand. As the        little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my        door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my        attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them        any more. You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True        God.Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of        this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's        little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared        my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in        the mosque. And as shouts of  TAKBIR!!! ALLAH AKBAR!!! rented the air,        even among the ladies, despite themselves. Imam-Dad descended from        the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated.... He        took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no jama'ah        has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never        seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honor for his son...        Except for One. This very one...