Friday, February 5, 2010

OUR ALLAH IS SO GREAT!!!

OUR ALLAH IS SO GREAT!!!

This story was written by a Muslim doctor who worked in Africa.

 One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward;  but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a  tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter.

We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator.
 (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator,  nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
 
One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.
 She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the  bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates.

 And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
It is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst  water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no  medicine stores down forest pathways.

 "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you  safely  can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it  free  from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."
 The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers  with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me.

 I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray  about  and told them about the tiny baby.  I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die  if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old  sister,  crying  because her mother had died.

 During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, prayed with  the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please,  Allah,"  she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good  tomorrow,  Allah, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."
 
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added  by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You  please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You  really  love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I  honestly say, "Ameen?" I just did not sincerely believe that  this was really possible.

 Oh, yes, I know that Allah can do everything. The Holy Quraan says so. 

 But my faith was not so strong, surely there are limits, aren't there? The only way Allah  could answer  would be for a package to arrive from my home country.

 I had been in Central Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had  never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone  did  send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I  lived on  the equator!

 Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the  nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was  a car  at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had  gone,  but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two kilogram parcel.

 I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel  alone,  so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled  off the  string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper,  taking  care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting
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 Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large  cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted  cotton  jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the  knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children  looked  a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and  sultanas-  that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put  my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and  pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.  I had not asked Allah to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.

The ten year old was in the front row of the children. She rushed  forward, crying out, If Allah has sent the bottle, He must have sent the  dolly,  too!"
 
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the  small,  beautifully dressed rag dolly. The little rag dolly had no eyes, ears or even a mouth. But yes it was a dolly.Her eyes shone! She had never doubted.

 Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and  give this rag dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Allah  really  loves  her?"

 That parcel had been on the way for five whole months.  Packed up by my former school class, whose leader had  heard and obeyed Allah's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even  to  the equator. And one of the girls had put in a rag dolly for an African  child-  five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of  a ten-  year-old  to bring it "that afternoon."
 
 "Before they call for prayer, I will answer all prayers!"

Allah wants us to ask of Him…and he will surely answer.
 
 Please share this amazing story with as many others as you can.

 Our Allah really IS . . . AN AWESOME Allah!

LESSONS TO BE LEARNED:

Don't ever underestimate the POWER OF ALLAH-
Allah can do anything Allah desires

Kids are innocent and pure- Their duas[prayers] are easily and quickly answered by Allah

The Dedication of this Muslim Doctor – spare time was devoted to Allah to bring others closer to Him- Lets also become inviters to ALLAH

Don't forget others in need…you may never know when you would be in need!

Always contribute to good causes…you never know the little you give may save some ones life….or in which way it will benefit them.

If you work for ALLAH…ALLAH works for you!!!!