A Young Man in Search of Truth
Once upon a time, Hamid was the son of a rich merchant in Baghdad.
Isl
Once upon a time, Hamid was the son of a rich merchant in Baghdad. His father gave him all the happiness and comforts of the world, but Hamid's mind was always filled with unrest. He did not understand that real happiness cannot be found with this wealth and luxury.
One day, Hamid heard about the famous scholar of the city, Hazrat Imam Ghazali (RA). He heard from people that he possessed deep knowledge and could answer the questions of the heart of people. Hamid set out in search of him.
A few days later, Hamid reached Imam Ghazali's majlis. He asked, "O Imam, I cannot find peace even after getting everything. Where is true happiness?"
Imam Ghazali smiled and handed Hamid a date palm and said, "Break it and see."
As soon as Hamid broke the palm, a beautiful, fresh date came out from inside. The Imam said, the human heart is also like this nut. It is hard on the outside, but beautiful and sweet on the inside. When you seek Allah, and your heart is soaked in His remembrance, then you will find true happiness.
Hamid understood that happiness is not wealth and luxury, but closeness to Allah. He repented and started acquiring Islamic knowledge from Imam Ghazali. After a few days, Hamid became a pious and wise person and started calling people to the path of Allah.
A young man named Ismail lived in a prosperous city in ancient Arabia. His father was a famous merchant of the city. Ismail could not find peace in his heart even though he had all kinds of happiness and comfort. He always wondered, "What is the real purpose of life? Can wealth and luxury really bring happiness?"
Search for Truth
One day, Ismail met an old scholar in the desert of the city. The old scholar told him, "O young man, to seek the truth, you must first purify your heart. Allah Almighty says,
Those who strive in My way, I will certainly guide them to My path. (Surah Ankabut: 69)
Immail was influenced by the scholar's words and set out in search of Allah.
Tests and Patience
He started walking along the desert path. One day, tired, he sat down by a well. Suddenly, he saw an old man struggling to draw water. Ismail helped him. The old man said to him, Why are you struggling so much?
Ismail said, I am searching for the truth.
The old man smiled and said, e truth is within you. You just need to search a little. Ask Allah for help, He will show you the right path.
Guidance in a dream
That night, Ismail saw in his dream that a bright light was calling him. A voice came in the dream,
O Ismail, I show the way with my light to those who patiently seek me.
Ismail woke up and realized that Allah was guiding him.
Encountering the truth
He returned to his hometown. Now everything seemed new to him. He realized that real happiness lies in worshipping Allah and serving people. Ismail began to distribute his wealth among the poor and focused on acquiring knowledge in the path of Allah.
Education:
Searching for truth is not possible without the will of the heart and the help of Allah.
Patience and trust will lead to Allah's guidance.
Real happiness is in pleasing Allah and serving people.
Allah guides those who go out in search of truth.
Lesson:
True peace and happiness are in the remembrance of Allah and living on the righteous path. The delusion of the world makes people restless, but faith and piety can calm the heart.
About the Creator
Tushar Farabi
🔹Welcome to my profile 🪔i share online earning tips,fitness guides,Islamic stories, and digital Marketing insights. Stay updated with SEO-friendly,informative, and engaging content! 🔥📖
Keep reading
More stories from Tushar Farabi and writers in Motivation and other communities.
“The Man Who Never Missed a Day”
When I was 17, I met a man who delivered newspapers in the rain. Not in a casual, half-hearted way—but fully committed, every single morning. He would leave his house before sunrise, his coat soaked, shoes falling apart, and the wind cutting through him like a knife. Yet, despite the cold and wet, he smiled at everyone on his route. To a teenager like me, it was both confusing and inspiring. I remember the first time I saw him struggle with a bundle of papers that seemed almost too heavy for him. He slipped on the wet pavement, muttered something under his breath, and kept walking. When he reached the next house, he knocked on the door, handed over the paper, and smiled as the door closed. That smile was strange to me—it wasn’t pride or satisfaction, it was… calm. Almost peaceful. Curious, I approached him one morning. “Why don’t you take a day off when it’s so hard?” I asked, shivering in my hoodie as the rain soaked me through. He laughed, a deep, gravelly sound that didn’t sound annoyed, only knowing. “Son, nobody cares about today,” he said, shaking his head. “What matters is tomorrow. You build your life the same way: one small effort, every day, even when nobody notices.” At the time, I didn’t understand. My life felt urgent, like it had to explode with success immediately. I was chasing big ideas, jumping from project to project, leaving most half-finished. I thought motivation was everything—without the spark of inspiration, nothing mattered. The idea of showing up every single day, even when tired, even when bored, even when invisible, felt almost insane. I watched him for weeks. Rain or shine, he was there. I started noticing small details I hadn’t seen before—the careful folding of the papers, the way he adjusted his wet coat to protect the bundle, the extra minute he took to smile at a child running out to grab the paper. Every morning, the same ritual. Every morning, the same effort. And yet, nobody cheered. Nobody noticed. Years passed. I went to college, chasing my own “big dreams,” my own versions of instant success. I started businesses, abandoned them; learned new skills, stopped halfway; made promises to myself I couldn’t keep. I told myself I was working toward greatness, but mostly, I was chasing the idea of success, not the work itself. Motivation was my fuel, and when it ran out, I stopped moving. Meanwhile, the memory of that man stayed with me. The quiet diligence, the smile in the pouring rain. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he had already taught me the most important lesson: consistency matters more than talent, and persistence matters more than inspiration. Years later, I found myself struggling. A career path crumbled beneath me, a relationship ended badly, and my confidence had hit rock bottom. I remembered the man with the newspapers. I thought about how small, invisible efforts can be the hardest to trust—because results are not immediate, and recognition is not guaranteed. Yet, he had shown me that those small efforts accumulate, slowly but inevitably, into a life that cannot be ignored. I started experimenting with this principle myself. Every morning, I wrote 500 words for my stories—even when tired, even when uninspired. I practiced my skills quietly, without posting or sharing. I did the work not for applause, but because it mattered to the person I wanted to become. Some days, it felt like nothing was happening. Some days, I wanted to give up. But then I remembered the man with the newspapers, and I kept showing up. It didn’t take long before I started noticing changes. The words I wrote flowed better, ideas connected in ways they never had before. People began noticing my work. Small victories became more frequent, and my confidence started to rebuild. What had seemed like meaningless, invisible effort had quietly transformed my life. That man never became famous. He never went viral. He had no thousands of followers, no awards, no recognition. But every paper he delivered, every smile he shared, every step he took in the rain—it all mattered. Each day of consistent effort built a life he owned completely, a life he could be proud of. I realized then that success is not a moment. It is not a sudden flash of recognition or a single lucky opportunity. Success is the sum of the quiet, consistent decisions we make when no one is watching. It’s the choice to wake up when it’s easier to sleep. It’s the decision to work when it’s easier to scroll on your phone. It’s the effort we put in when the world doesn’t applaud. And the truth is simple: showing up every day is more powerful than talent, motivation, or luck. Talent fades. Motivation fluctuates. But showing up—every single day, rain or shine—creates results you cannot imagine. Just like the man in the rain, your efforts may not be recognized immediately. People may overlook them, circumstances may feel unfair, progress may seem invisible. But over time, the cumulative effect of your daily effort will speak for itself. One day, the world will notice. One day, your consistency will transform your life. So, start today. Don’t wait for motivation. Don’t wait for inspiration. Show up. Every day. One small effort. One action. One step at a time. Let your grind be louder than your excuses. Because the man who never missed a day wasn’t special. He was ordinary. But through persistence, he became unstoppable. And so can you.
By Ihtisham Ulhaqabout 22 hours ago in Motivation
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.