Story God's way
Allah (SWT) has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the
right time....
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard
muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I
slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was
hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting,
frantic scuffling and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get
involved? I was frightened for my own safety and cursed myself for
having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I
became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and
call the police? Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in
my head had taken only seconds, but already the cries were growing
weaker.
I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally
resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman,
even if it meant risking my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I
athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical
strength-but once I had finally resolved to help the girl.
I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the
assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground where we
wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was
crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see
her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock.
Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her froma
distance. It's OK," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe
now."
There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in
amazement.
"Dad, is that you?"
And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Maliha.
Do all the good you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all times you can,
To all the people you can
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