Tears of Tears

There used to be a wealthy businessman named Abdul Malik. He was known for his success in several business ventures, several city real estate, and fleets of luxury cars. He dressed in designer clothes, organized competitions, and rubbed his shoulders with influential people. Abdul Malik had everything in the world's eyes.

But despite his outside success, there was a gap in him - the silence he ignored. His heart felt empty as he was separated from his faith, but he refused to admit it.

He rarely prayed, never read the Quran, nor watched Ramadan. He often laughed, saying, "Religion is for the elderly and the poor. I have everything I need."

His wife, a respectable woman named Samira, sometimes gently reminded him: "Malik, don't forget who has given you all this."

But he casually replies, "I deserve it for my efforts. With God, he will certainly like me."

One day, everything changed.

Your only child, Hasan, is a Lighter and Happy 7-year-old sausage chic. At first, it looked like a typical fever, but it quickly got worse. The doctor was confused. No responses were encountered in the post-test. Within a few days, Hasan died in the intensive care unit and barely breathed.

Abdul Malik has been destroyed. The whole world's money could not wake his son up. He brought in the experts, flew doctors from abroad, and provided empty checks, but nothing worked. Finally, the doctor at Hylanki said, "We did everything we could. Now, only prayer can help."

These words struck him harder than any mistake.

I couldn't sleep that night. Abdul Malik wandered the hospital corridors and stood in front of a small mosque connected to the hospital. For some reason, his feet led him to it.

He stepped on the soft carpet, a place he hadn't been for years. The mosque was calm, weakly lit, and peaceful. Without much thought, he collapsed on Sajida - weakness - and he cried for the first time in his adult life.

"Ah Allah... I don't know how to pray. I don't know if you will listen. But... save my son. I will change. I promise. Please give it back to me. "

Tears tumble down his cheek. It shows the carpet. Malik! Your son just opened her eyes. His vitals will stabilize!"

Abdul Malik was speechless. He rushed to the intensive care unit and saw his son smile and "Abba..."

Doctors called it a medical miracle. Abdul Malik called it God's mercy.

From that day onwards, he changed his life. He began praying five times a day. He began studying Koruan with his teacher. His chic suit was replaced by understated clothing. The useless party has stopped. Instead, he fed his arms and held a meeting to talk about Allah's mercy.

He closed one of the entertainment deals and opened a free clinic at his place. He founded an orphanage and a madrasa to ensure that children who had no family would not feel lonely without hope.

One day, an old friend visited him and laughed: Whiskey in one hand, designer guard! "

Abdul Malik replied with a calm smile. When I met Allah, I finally met him. "

My friend laughed: "Do you think some prayers can determine sin for a lifetime? Abdul Malik replied: He is not continuing to work. He is waiting for us to come back - even after life."

My friend was silent.

Abdul Malik's story has become known in the community. Many who were separated from religion were urged to come back. They saw in him an active example of transformation, not forced by fear but excited by love and loss. He often said to people: It was a tear of sincerity - tears were humbly shed before my master."

Moral lesson:

Reverting in faith is never rejected by Allah, no matter how late.

True peace comes not from prosperity or status, but from the heart associated with Allah.

A sincere low rise could change the overall fate.

All needs have opportunities for spiritual awakening.

Even the most distant heart can return to the path in a crucial crack.