Returning to the Lights Ways

Raihan was born in a modest family on the edge of Dhaka. Life was never easy, but it was especially full of love from his mother. His father, the rickshaw panel, worked hard every day, so Liahhan ran across his father's arms in the window every night.

But everything changed when Raihan was only ten years old. His father died in a street accident, leaving the grieving woman, little daughter, boy too young to understand the weight of loss, but old enough to feel it.

Over the years, life has become more difficult. His mother began sewing clothes for her neighbors and attempted to achieve her goal. Now a teenager, Liahhan saw her mother's hands break and bleeding. He couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm leaving school," he told her one day. "I make money. You don't have to suffer alone."

"No, Baba," said his mother. "Education is not intrusive."

However, Liahhan did not listen. He began delivering newspapers early in the morning, working on tea stands during the day, then pulling Richachia in the evening. He placed all the hawks worthy of his mother's hand. Sometimes she cried - not because of sadness, but because her little boy had become a man too early.

was initially proud of his efforts. But slowly the fight began to get it. His friends continued their studies, but Liahhan saw only difficulties.

One night, tired and hungry, he met a group of older boys hanging out from the tea stand. They looked relaxed, well dressed and happy.

"Are you working all day and still wearing torn sandals?" one of them laughed. "You're going to get it wrong."

"What does that mean?" asked Liarhan.

"There's an easy way to make money, brothers," the boy said. "Fast money. You don't need to sweat in the sun. "

Raihan didn't accept it right away. It was a small package at first. There were no questions stolen.

Raihan has begun to change. His once again understated appearance became noticeable. He wore sunglasses at night, chatted roughly with his mother, often disappearing for days.

His mother cried softly. One night, she was waiting for him. She looked at him with a sore eye as he finally returned to smell cigarettes and sweat.

"My son," she said quietly. "Where are you going? What will you do? Would you be afraid of Allah?"

Raiahan stared at her and then looked away. Something trembled in his heart. But he proudly silenced him. One afternoon, he saw a familiar face - his friend was Asif from his childhood. They sat at school, realized Sula and dreamed of becoming something big.

Asif was now wearing a white Punjabi, his face was calm and full of light. He helped set up chairs outside the local madrasa.

"Raihan?" Asif smiled. "Svanara, that's a long time ago! How are you?"

Raihan muttered his answer.

"I've heard you... busy. But listen to your siblings - it's not too late. Allah's door is always open. Just take a step towards him, and he will take ten for you. "

That night, Liarhan couldn't sleep. He opened an old drawer and pulled out his Coruan as a child. The dust covers the cover. He wiped it off with his trembling fingers.

He slowly turned the pages. The poem he learned as a child, he returned.

"say: "Through sin" My servant who has surpassed himself should not despair at Allah's mercy. In fact, Allah forgives all sins... `" (Quran 39:53)

Tears flocked to his cheeks. "Yeah Allah, I want to go back."

The next day, he told the old gang he was finished. They laughed. "People like us don't have a second chance."

"I'll do mine," replied Liahhan.

It wasn't easy. Some threatened him. Others laughed. But Riahhan continued.

He began praying five times a day. He almost was during Ramadan. He returned to the mosque. One day, Imam noticed Ryan's presence and went towards him and said, "It is easy to see how young blood returns to the mosque. Allah loves those who do penance."

Raiahan smiled. It felt real for the first time in a few years.

Soon the Imam offered him part-time jobs at Madrasa, organising books and assisting at events. Liahhan thanked and accepted.

He began studying again in his free time. There is no textbook, but the story of the Quran, the Hadith and the Prophet. He studied Yusuf (A.S.). About Umar (R.A.), who once resisted Islam but became one of his greatest leaders.

Liahhan saw himself in these stories - resolved and broken, but not exceeding hope. On Friday

, after Juma's prayer, the Imam stood in front of the community and said, "

Brothers, there is a young man, among us, who has decided to return to a straight path. Some already knew. Others quickly learned that it was Raiahan.

Outside the mosque, my mother was waiting. She hurriedly hugged him as Liarhan came out and put on a simple white hat and clean clothes.

"My son," he whispered: "You will come back."

"I have never stopped being you, Ammu," he whispered. "I have forgotten who I am."

Closing News:

No matter how far they go, the road to Allah will never be closed. It is Al Gaffer - constant forgiveness. Like Raihan, everything you need is a step into a sincere heart and light.