The Worth of a Single Tear
Numerous a long time ago, within the old city of Damascus, there stood a little, humble madrasa. In spite of its straightforward dividers and fundamental classrooms, it was a place where numerous youthful hearts were formed, and numerous souls found their way to Allah. Among the understudies was a youthful man named Ayman. He was known for his sharp intellect and speedy mind, but tragically, he needed a profound association with his confidence. Ayman once in a while implored, made no du'a, and lived his life accepting that the reason of presence was as it were to look for delight, amusement, and consolation. Religion, to him, was a burden, not a favor. He found delight in common things but was unconscious of the vacancy gradually developing inside his heart. His instructor, Sheik Hassan, was a man of monumental shrewdness and persistence. He had seen numerous understudies come and go, a few upright, a few misplaced. But Sheik Hassan had a firm belief—no heart was past the reach of Allah's benevolence.
