The Tale of the Lumberjack Allah Trusts

A quiet little village surrounded by forests and rivers, surrounded by colonies, once Allah, Lumberjack was home to a poor but hardworking lumberjack named Hussein. He was not wealthy and not chic. He lived in a modest clay house with his wife and two children, Amina and Yusuf. Life was difficult, but Hussein was pleased and grateful for what he had.

Before the sun rose, we prayed to Hussein Fajr and proceeded to the nearby forest. He cut off the dried branches, collected fires, and later sold them at the village market. With this income, he was able to buy food and clothes for his family. It wasn't that much, but it was always enough to survive.

Hussein was deeply religious. He never missed the prayers fasted during Ramadan. He often said to them: "We may not have gold or silver, but if we have faith in Allah with Iman, we are richer than the king."

On certain days, the sky was cloudy, and a cold wind blew over the village. Hussein went early and hoped to collect more wood before the weather got worse. However, as he was searching for the forest, he realized something unusual - there were no dry trees. He went deeper into the woods, but the trees were wet, either broken or too young to cut them.

Hours have passed. His stomach groaned, his legs tired. Annoyed and a little hopeless, Hussein sat under a tall tree and placed his hands on his lap. His eyes closed for a moment, then he whispered a warm prayer:

-"YA Allah, you are a provider. You will never forget your servant. Today I came to acquire honest bread for the family, but I found nothing. I trust you, my Lord. So please help me. "

After the prayer, he caught up and rose to his feet. He approached wonder. Next to the fountain was a small stone box partially buried on the earth.

He wiped the dirt and opened the box - and in his surprise there was a golden coin! His hands trembled. "Is that true?" he thought. But then a wave of concern passed through him. "Is this another treasure? Is it halal to take it?"

Despite his poverty, Hussein was not greedy. He closed the box and closed it not to keep it but to find leadership. He rushed to the village of Imam and told him everything. The Imam listened carefully and said, "You have found this wealth, but first you have to ask.

For the next seven days, Hussein made public announcements at the market and mosques. But no one happened.

A week later, the Imam said:

Hussein fell to his knees at Sujod, thanking Allah for the mercy of him. He did not hurt himself to spend his wealth on himself. Instead, he repairs his home, ensures that his children are properly trained in both worldly and Islam, continues his wooden cutting work for a while, and does not want to be lazy.

He also became the secret benefactor of the poor in his village. He paid the family's debts, funded the repairs of the mosque, and left food outside the door, making it unashamed that people would accept help. But he never boasted. He always said, "This isn't mine. This is Allah. I just pass it on. "

years have passed, and Hussein has become one of the most respected men in the village - not for his wealth, but for his humility, familiarity, and unwavering faith." Father, if you had not found these coins, what would you have done? "

Hussein smiled and replied, "Then I would have gone more. I would have been prayed more. Because I might not know how my rizq will come - but I know who it came from. And that's enough for me. "