“The Light of Repentance”

In a small village, there lived a younger guy named Saleh. His call meant "righteous," however his existence became something however. He became called the villages largest troublemaker—hooked on gambling, drinking, and stealing. The villagers feared him and stored their distance.

His mom, Amina, became a pious woman. Every morning after Fajr prayer, she could enhance her arms and beg Allah for her sons guidance. She knew that as long as her son became lost, her responsibility as a mom became no longer over. Yet, Saleh confirmed no symptoms and symptoms of changing.

One night, Saleh became returning domestic inebriated and disoriented. As he stumbled through a dark alley, he heard a baby crying. Curious and irritated, he walked closer and noticed a little boy sitting by me at the roadside. “What are you doing here?” He requested gruffly. The boy replied, “My mother and father died in an accident. I don't have anyone. Nobody will take me in.”

Saleh felt a twinge in his heart—something he had in no way skilled before. The boys harmless eyes regarded to pierce through the layers of darkness wrapped around his soul. He took the boy home, gave him food, and laid out a vintage blanket for him to sleep on. His mom Amina became greatly surprised the following morning whilst she noticed her son displaying kindness for the first time. Silently, she thanked Allah.

Days changed into weeks. The boy, Yahya, referred to as Saleh “brother.” One day, Yahya requested, “Brother, why don`t you pray?”

Saleh laughed, “A sinner like me? What desirable will prayer do for me? I`ve achieved too many terrible things.”

Yahya checked out him and said, “My mom used to say, Allah forgives all sins if a person without a doubt repents.”

That easy sentence struck Saleh like lightning. It felt as though an angel was talking through the baby. That night, for the first time in years, he made wudu and stood in prayer. His knees shook, and tears flowed as he fell into sleep. "Ah, Allah," he whispered, "I am a sinner. But I regret it today. Please forgive me."

His tears washed like rain in the dry soil above his heart.

From that night, the saree began to change. He gave up drinking and gambling. He went to the mosque, spent time learning the Quran from the Imam and helping the poor. He returned the stolen items to the legal owner. The villagers were shocked. Some people initially disbelieved it, but over time, I saw integrity in its transformation. He cared for Little Yahiya like his son. One day an elderly man from the village said: "Saleh, we were spitting them, but now we pray for them."

Saleh smiled and replied: "This is all the mercy of Allah. He opened my heart through the voice of a child."

A year later, Saleh became Muezzin of the village mosque. His adan echoed through the air every day - full of regret, hope, and love for Allah. Yahiya now grew up studying at Madrasas and caring for Sale.

One night, Sasa sat with her mother and said, "I'm not going to stop you." "Mother, the prayers you made for me - Allah answered them. If it were for them, I might not have found my way. 

Tears came into view in Amina's eyes.The mother will not stop praying. And Allah will not close the door to the lead.
Lessons of History:
No matter how confused someone is, Allah can reach her if she is deeply regretful. In fact, Allah forgives all sins.
"Say: My servant who has surpassed himself by sin, do not despair at Allah's mercy. In fact, Allah confers all sins. In fact, it is Ghanari. "
-Surah Az-Zumar (39:53)