An Islamic horse story, which conveys Islamic values in a fantastic way

A long time ago, in a desert, there was a special horse—his name was “Noor”. He was white in color, had a deep look and his eyes were full of intelligence. People used to say, Noor is not an ordinary horse, he is a word of caution and mercy.

Last year, an elderly traveler came. He was a pious old man, returning from many Hajj. He was fascinated by the horse and said, “This horse’s herd is the light of the hereafter.”

At night, in that deep sleep, a dream—a messenger came to the great one, “This horse has been chosen for a journey. Muhammad (PBUH)’s vehicle in MI raj.

The next day, the old man Noor woke up from his sleep. He said, "Go, O heavenly vehicle, your true journey begins."

To listen to the path of the horse on the desert horizon, from the perspective of the doctors' light.

Today, that story is told—the horse "Noor" is still in the sky, ready to be the vehicle of a righteous and honest person's journey.

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Story name: "Rahul-Ghazi: A story of a newsworthy horse"

There was a small town in one line of Purpura Sara, its Bad Riya. Here lived a kind and creative boy—Amir. Amir was an orphan, but his heart had immense faith in the work. He spent his life reciting the Quran, praying at night, this was his path.

List, Amir received a request to see the progress of the horse. The horse's brilliance was many scars, symbolic, but strange in appearance. I went ahead, "Are you lost, friend?"

The horse wanted to give the word of Amir. He shook his head, the doctor wrapped his leg. I understood that this horse was not just an animal—there was something wrong with it.

The next day I could serve the horse with its stored water and dates. In the meantime, the horse became strong. He became so structured and agile that I named him "Ruhul-Gali"—meaning "Spirit of War".

One night I had a dream. In the dream, a radiant man came, “I, I have the right to your heart. I will do well.”

I heard Amir shaking from his sleep. His heart was filled with love and responsibility.

Rahul-Ghazi and I—in the morning, we used to think of running, agility, and patience in the mountains. Last year, the power of the bandits attacked. People are disguised, no one can create obstacles.

Amir stood up. Rahul-Ghazi was prepared. He said, “We rely on the workers, come on, friend!”

Ruhul-Gazi Kopar showed the way with the speed of the wind. The bandits stopped at his strong roar. I organized the people with his confidence, honesty and information. The gang could be against the bandits.

The next day, Yaz Imam came and said, “I, you did not just look, at my instigation, this horse and you, the one who established a bright tooth of trust, give a reminder of the journey of my father the Prophet (PBUH)—he went to MI raj with Al-Burra.”

Ruhul-Gazi looked at the sky with a sad face. Because he-ad-ya—actually the work was not finished yet.

Years passed. Last an old dervish came. He argued with Rahul Ghazi, saying, “I have known this horse for a long time, in an unknown valley, an angel gave it to a righteous man alone.”

Amir was surprised, I said, “I am just an ordinary boy!”

The dervish smiled and said, “That is why he has chosen you.”

From there, Ruhul Ghazi and the neighboring villages listened to the message of peace, education, and Islam. They never fought—rather, they won hearts with prayers, kindness, and example.

Even after many, many years, the children of Baria Prakriti would say to each other, “If you are as wise as I am, and find a righteous companion like Rahul Ghazi, then you will be successful in this world and the hereafter.