A Special Friend

During interval at school, all the girls would sit in a classroom and eat the lunch that their mothers had packed for them. Each day as Ayesha ate her lunch, she would notice Saadiyah sitting alone. Saadiyah did not bring lunch. While all the other girls were eating, Saadiyah would sit quietly or put her head down on the desk.

Ayesha began to wonder why Saadiyah never brought lunch to school. She noticed that Saadiyah was very thin, and that she did not have as much energy as the other girls. Her clothes and shoes also looked very old. She realised that Saadiyah’s family probably did not have enough money for Saadiyah to bring lunch.

Ayesha had always been taught that Allah loves and rewards those who share. One day she sat next to Saadiyah and asked, “Would you please help me eat my lunch?” Saadiyah was surprised. She was also very hungry, so she agreed. That was the first day that Ayesha and Saadiyah ate lunch together. Saadiyah remembered to thank Ayesha by saying “Jazakallah Khair,” which means, “May Allah reward you well.”

Thereafter, Ayesha would always share lunch with Saadiyah. They soon became very close friends. Saadiyah explained to Ayesha why she didn’t bring lunch. She said “My parents do not have much money. That is why we can only eat in the morning and in the evening. We are making Dua to Allah everyday to make it easier for us. Insha Allah, our Duas will soon be answered.”

Ayesha liked sharing her lunch with Saadiyah. Saadiyah, however, felt sad that she could not give Ayesha anything in return. She said to Ayesha, “Everyday, you share your lunch with me, but I can’t share anything with you. I wish that there was something that I could do for you.”

Ayesha thought about it for a moment, then smiled and said, “My mother always says that the best gift that you can give to a person is to make Dua for them. If you really want to do something for me, then you can make Dua for me.”

Saadiyah agreed that it was a good idea. After that, she began to make Dua for Ayesha everyday. Eventually, Saadiyah’s parents could afford to give her lunch every day. Saadiyah and Ayesha still liked to share though. Now they had two lunches to share. Through sharing, Saadiyah and Ayesha remained close friends. Saadiyah has never forgotten how wonderful Ayesha was to her. She continues to make Dua for her special friend.


The Spy

Little Zaid loved to carry tales. If he saw anyone doing something wrong or making a mistake, he would rush off to tell others about it. He would often sneak up behind his brothers  to see what they were up to. He was always waiting for them to do something wrong, so that he could get them into trouble with his parents. His brothers called him  ‘A Spy’.

In school, he would always interrupt the teacher to tell her what the other children were doing, even if they were doing nothing wrong. Zaid was always getting into trouble for carrying tales but this did not make him stop. If someone told him a secret, he enjoyed telling it to others. This bad habit became worse as time went on.

One day, Zaid’s friend Muhammad was upset because he had done very badly in a class test. The test had not been so difficult and Muhammad was the only one who had not done well. Muhammad was so embarassed. He asked all his friends not to tell anyone. They all, including Zaid, agreed.

Soon though, Zaid told someone. Then he told someone else. Eventually, everyone knew about it. Muhammad was very angry with Zaid. He shouted at him and said, “I don’t want to be your friend anymore. You are nothing but a ‘tale carrier.”

All Zaid’s other friends wouldn’t talk to him either. Sometimes, he would see them all talking and laughing but when he joined them, everyone would become silent. Nobody seemed to like him anymore. None of the boys in his class wanted to be his friend anymore. “We don’t trust you,” they said.

At home his brothers did not like to spend time with him. “Why should we let a spy play with us?” they asked. Zaid was very lonely. He had no one to play with. He wanted people to like him again. He wanted his brothers to stop calling him ‘A Spy’. He wanted to change and become a better person.

His parents gave him some very good advice. They told him to seek forgiveness from all those he had troubled in the past. They also told him that he should only speak well of others or keep silent.

Zaid prayed to Allah for forgiveness and asked Allah to help him change his ways. He went to all his family members and friends to apologise and ask them to forgive him. It was not an easy thing for him to do. Zaid is a nicer person now that he no longer carries tales. Everyone likes him and nobody calls him ‘A Spy” anymore.



The boy who didn’t listen

There was once a boy who didn’t like to wear shoes. He loved to run around barefoot and didn’t understand why his mother always made such a big fuss about wearing shoes.

One day, he told his mother he was going out to play in the garden. His mother reminded him to wear his shoes first but once again, he didn’t listen.

He was so happy to be running and playing barefoot in the garden, when suddenly his foot got pricked by a big black thorn. He screamed out loud and began to cry.

His mother came out running, to see what had happened. Pointing to his foot, he cried: “I got poked by a thorn.”

“Why didn’t you listen to me and wear your shoes?” scolded his mother, carrying him off into the house. “I even reminded you to do so, before you went out!”

The little boy just kept on crying loudly and felt bad for not listening to her. His foot felt so sore and he just hoped his mum could help him feel better soon.

His mum placed him upon the kitchen table and checked his foot. She saw a big, thorn stuck there and carefully pulled it out. Then she applied some ointment on the prick and put a plaster over.

A short while later, the boy was fine once more and went back out to play. This time however, he made sure he wore his shoes first, before going outside.

Can you guess the boys name?



Don’t Please Shaitaan

One Sunday afternoon, Abu Bakr and his sister Aatikah were playing at home, in their lounge. Aatikah played with her plastic tea set and pretended to make tea. She offered a cup and saucer to Abu Bakr and said, “Here Abu Bakr, let’s have tea.”

Abu Bakr however was too busy with his new red truck and ignored his sister. “Abu Bakr, would you like a hot cup of tea?” she asked again. She held the empty cup in front of him.

Abu Bakr became angry and pushed the cup away. “Leave me alone, Aatikah,” he said. “I don’t want to play your silly tea party game. Go and bother someone else.”


Aatikah felt very hurt. Not only did Abu Bakr not want to play with her, but he had also called her ‘tea party’ a silly game. Because she felt so bad, she leaned over and pushed Abu Bakr’s truck so that it fell onto its side. “Look! Your silly little truck had an accident,” she said.

Abu Bakr became very angry. “How dare you touch my truck!” he shouted. He gave Aatikah a hard push. She then pushed him back. He pushed her again and she began to cry.

Their parents heard the noise and rushed into the room. “Stop this nonsense at once!” said their father. She started it first,” said Abu Bakr. “No! He did,” cried Aatikah. Their parents were very upset with them. Aatikah and Abu Bakr had to explain to them how the fight had started.

After they had finished explaining, their father said to them, “You should treat each other with love and respect. You should not fight. We are now all upset because of your fight but guess who is very happy right now?”

“Who?” asked the children?

“Shaitaan,” replied their father.

Aatikah and Abu Bakr felt very ashamed of themselves. They didn’t want to make Shaitaan happy. They hated shaitaan. They knew that shaitaan loved it when people behaved badly. He wanted to take people to Jahannam with him.

Aatikah and Abu Bakr did not want to go to Jahannam, they wanted to go to Jannah. They also wanted Allah to be pleased with them. Besides, they didn’t want to fight anymore as it’s such a wonderful thing to have your brother or sister as your friend.

“I’m sorry for fighting with you,” Aatikah said to Abu Bakr. “I’m sorry too,” said Abu Bakr. Then Abu Bakr asked Aatikah if she would make him a cup of tea in her tea set. Aatikah became pleased and the two children went off happily to play.




Zaahid Loses His Shoes

One afternoon, Zaahid went to Madrassah. There he took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack, next to the other children’s shoes. He then entered his classroom, made salaam to his Muallimah and friends and sat down at his place to learn.

Zaahid enjoyed learning his lessons and during the break, had fun  playing with his friends. Time passed swiftly and soon the lessons were over and it was time to go home. He once again made salaam to everyone and left the classroom.

Zaahid became worried when he searched for his shoes and didn’t find them there. He waited till all the children collected their shoes, then checked the rack once more . They were nowhere to be found. Zaahid now knew for sure that they were missing.

He burst into tears, wondering how he was going to go home barefoot. He went back into the classroom, to inform his Muallimah that his shoes were missing. His Muallimah reminded him to recite: “Inna lilaahi wa inna ilaihi rawjioon”. This dua is read when a loss occurs. It means: ‘To Allah we belong and to Him is our return.’

His Muallimah then told him she would lend him a pair of spare shoes, that she kept for emergencies. She went to her cupboard and took out the pair, which she lent to him. He was so relieved to have shoes to walk home in. He returned the shoes to his Muallimah the next day.

A day or two later, his parents bought him another pair of shoes. Zaahid was so pleased to get them. He realised that he had been patient upon his loss and had recited his dua too . Allah Ta’ala had now granted him a new pair of shoes, that were much better than the ones he had lost.



Keeping ties with fellow Muslims

Ebrahim and Ismail were the very best of friends. They lived on the same street and they played, did homework and even read salaah together. They loved spending time with each other.

One day, while playing together, Ebrahim accidentally threw Ismail’s ball too high and Ismail was not able to catch it. It rolled down the road and got lost. “Look what you’ve done!” Ismail shouted. “My ball is lost because of you!”
“It was an accident,” Ebrahim shouted back. “Besides, it’s not my fault.   It’s yours! You didn’t catch the ball in time and now you are blaming me.”

They continued to shout and blame each other. The ball was eventually found and returned to Ismail.  The damage however was already done and Ebrahim and Ismail did not want to be friends anymore. They didn’t even want to talk to each other.

For two days they did not greet or talk to each other. They ignored one another totally. Their families hoped that they would soon forgive each other and become friends once again.

On the third day, at madrassah, their teacher was explaining a hadith of Nabi Muhammed S.A.W. which said that a Muslim may not keep away from his fellow Muslim for more than three days. This meant that before three days had passed, they had to start talking to each other and greeting each other.

If they continued ignoring each other, they would be sinful. Both Ebrahim and Ismail were worried as it was already the third day since their fight. As soon as they could, they rushed over to each other and made salaam. Each of them asked the other for forgiveness. They both then asked Allah to forgive them.

It was great to be friends again. They had missed each other. They realized that they are brothers in Islam and they should always try to stay friends for the pleasure of Allah.



The Pudding

One day little Naeem walked into his house without making salaam. His mother reminded him to enter with salaam or else shaytaan would enter with him too. He then went back outside and entered again, this time with salaam. His mother smiled and returned his salaam. 

She was pouring a hot mixture from her pot into little pudding cups. Like most children, Naeem loved pudding and ice-cream. His mouth began to water at the sight. “May I have some please,” he asked his mother. 
“Sorry my dear, you can’t have this,” she replied, putting the cups into the fridge to set. Naeem was very disappointed. There were at least a dozen filled cups. Why wouldn’t his mother let him have one?

He went to his room but kept thinking of all the puddings in the fridge. Eventually he decided to help himself to a pudding. When his mother wasn’t looking, he sneaked into the kitchen and took a cup of pudding and a teaspoon. He then ran back to his room and crept under the bed so that no one would see him.

His mother heard him running to his room and suspected that he was up to something. She went and peeped into his room and heard him rustling under the bed.

Suddenly Naeem exclaimed, “Yuck!”, and shot out from under the bed. He ran to the sink to rinse his mouth. His mother then knew that he had helped himself to a cup of ‘pudding’. She burst into laughter saying that it served him right for not obeying.

Naeem knew that he had been caught red handed. His face and ears turned red and he was filled with shame. He handed the cup back to his mother and asked her, “What is this? It’s not pudding! It tastes horrible!” His mother replied, “Of course it isn’t! It is dripping which I made by melting fat. All the pudding cups in the fridge are full of dripping and not pudding. Mummy always has a reason when she tells you that you can’t have a thing.”

 Naeem learnt an important lesson that day. Things are not always what they seem to be.