salah MORNING

MORNING MORNING
The young woman who married a while ago wakes her husband every morning prayer, and her wife goes to the community. One day a man who is a little bit late when woken by his wife is raised to the second congregation.
After the prayer, the imam came to her side; Or the woman's husband. Man; Yeah, but im asking how you know the name of my wife. Imam; I saw the whole community entering the paradise in prayer in the first congregation in my dream today, and we were a woman together. They asked me who this is, they said it was your wife.
When he came home quickly to give this good news to his wife, he realized that his wife delivered the soul to his Lord in prostration ...
The person who does not get up in the morning prayer thinks he has some comfort. He does not know that this is sloppy, basically comfortable; In the presence of the Lord is a few minutes remaining in the hearts.
- If you pray when you pray, if you want to sleep, if you want to leave, you can not leave the circle of sorrow and anguish. Vallahi prayer; The world and the Hereafter are comfortable and no.
- Vallahi, you can not find anyone more fervent and merciful than Allah!
- Vallahi knew that the one who prostrated himself was surrounded by God with a mercy;
- Servants of the morning community, faces white, foreheads are light and time is fertile. If you are not among them, pray to Allah that you may be among them!
What a beautiful morning prayer:
- Two rak'ahs circumcision; Better than the world and the inside. (Hadith)
- He will take you to Allah's obligation. (Hadith)
- Qurath, to witness (verse)
- Mate; If a person lived like that, he would die, how he would die ...
As long as we are in the embrace of Allah .....

I was a pastor's assistant

My name is Hasim JEANSEN. I was 19 years old. I was a pastor's assistant .. My sister got married to a Turk and became a Muslim. I told him Islam was not right. I went to a bookstore and bought a German Quran. I wanted to read the Quran and show his brother his mistakes. I read the Quran and found his mistakes, but I loved it when I read 3 more pages. Then I started to read a lot more. After a while I started looking for more information about Islam. I fell into the dilemma. Should I stay as a Christian or should I be a Muslim? In my head, questions began to arise. After a while I went to the chaplain's sordum: Says you should choose which? He also said I do not know. But I know someone will tell you what to choose. I ask him who he is. He also said god. Pray him, ask him, and he will give you the answer. I got a little nervous and went away. I started to think. The chaplain was right. I believe in Allah, I believe, so great and everywhere, can answer me. I fall on my knees.
Yakup: I know you are, I believe in you, you grow up, you know everything, no one in the world knows better than you, tell me what should I do? When I said these things, something powerful began to happen. I felt hot and cold. Somebody rolled me warmly, I started trembling. I cried, I cried, I cried All my body hurt. I got the Kuranan then. I put a chest. I cried for half an hour. I opened a place of joy. The time of Maide came. When the priests, the teachers, the clergy, hear the Qur'an, when they read it, they will cry if they have no arrogance in their hearts, and they will know that this is the word of Allah. I said to myself: I only believe in you. You created this world. Hz. I do not know Muhammad, but I know he is a prophet. And I decided to be a Muslim. My name is Hasim JEANSEN. I am 36 years old. I work as an imam in Germany.

Fabulous stories

One of the women had only one son. One day a young boy gets a serious illness. Two eyes, two fountains, prayed unceasingly to God to give healing to his son while his son was crying on his pillow and weeping to sleepy nights.
One day when his son was healed he was almighty to God for seven days to enter the city. One day the young lad recovered while the woman almost completely cut off her hope. Although she was grateful to God in the unlimited joys, she was not ready to fulfill her calling and even dangerous.
With a tough and serious expression to an unknown voice entering a night's dream, he says, "Healing your son, you must fulfill your present, or God's disasters will not end.
When she realizes that she will not escape from the promise she has given to Allah, she summons her only son and tells the situation clearly and says to her son: "Now go and dig me a well in the form of a grave, and I will enter the well for seven days by fulfilling the promise I gave to Allah in the days of my illness." If there are days to live, then seven days later I will live here again. I will enter the vista as paying the voting mortgage.
His son prepared a well in the shape of a tomb, and he entered live to pay the votive debt. He did not enter the well He saw that he had opened a hole around with the help of Allah Almighty. I will come to fulfill the promise that I have given to you, my God, to keep me from all kinds of accidents, destroying me from the dark and narrow mind. " As soon as the duo ended, the darkness of the dark hole from the hole he saw flickered.
Shortly thereafter, he widened and saw a riverbed garden, colored, illuminated and surrounded by greenery, looking over the grave hole, which became a medium-sized window. The two women walked through the garden and came toward her. As soon as the women approached, they spoke to him: "O earthly woman! Our saint is our mate!
The woman joyfully stepped out of the grave and entered the garden where sweet streams of birds were brewing, where the streams were raging. The three women waited together in the green for a while and sat in the middle of the garden next to a large pool.
As she sat together, the earthly woman looked curiously at the woman next to her. One of the women had a colorful bird on top of them, with their wings fanning. The other woman was also put on a bird, but the hard, long beak and the hair of the woman were constantly heading. First he asked the fox with his wings, turning to the fowl; "Which goodness do you reach this high degree?"
She answered this question: "I had a beloved husband when I was in the world, he took care of every word of it, and I reached that level through my obedience."
The earthly woman, after receiving the answer from the first woman, returned to the other woman and asked: "Well, what evil have you done, and this big-billed bird keeps staring without stopping?" She started talking to the woman; "I am a good-natured and clean man, I have fulfilled my duties against Allah as much as I have been in the world, I have done good to many people, everyone is satisfied with me, sometimes I have come out of commandments. This green garden gave me permission to stay in the place, but I am condemned to the work of this bird who has been playing without stopping because I am not satisfied with my husband.
What happens, I beg you. You will return to the world again. I tell you my husband's name and where he lives. Visiting my husband; Tell him about your condition and ask for it from your name, and you shall be entitled to it. After seven days of circumcision, the women took their guests and put them in the well, and at that very moment the voices of digging from the grave were coming in. The woman ran to her mother seven days ago to save her beautiful vistas.
The woman who fulfilled her debt to God in the event of her son's well-being, came out of the ward and came to her house and visited everyone who lived in the far-away environment. There was also a husband of the woman who hung the head of the hard-earned bird in this world. The woman spoke to the man about the torture of the wife in the other world, and he took the man's right to his dead wife.
She saw the woman who was tortured in her dreams that night; The punishment had come to an end when the law of his husband was lawful, and he thanked the worldly woman for mediating; He was constantly praying.
Allah (c.c.) is not enough to leave all Muslim women in the path of honor and chastity, but whoever obeys their husbands as Allah has commanded them.

Fabulous stories

It was my father's last days. They were calling from the hospital:
- Go get your father.
Her lungs were over. Because he was an alcoholic man. So much so that it took almost alcohol instead of water. My poor mommy pulled me off ...
But no one else had seen the evil of my father ...
My father has never been any good to us either. Because half-life was in bed, half-life was in hospital corners.
I'm always sorry for my dad ...
Because when my father was alive we grew up without a father. I was on construction. I tried to work. My pillow helped me out of stone. Fortunately, unlike my father, I did not get a mouthful of alcohol ...
I learned the prayer and the imam of the neighborhood camel.
My father is now old and exhausted. He was hospitalized and the second month was left behind. Now they say, "Get your bride."
There was a lot of procedure when he died at the hospital. They called you to want to send it home.
We were with my poor mother and sister. He was lying like a funeral in a two-person patient's room ... She was unaware of anyone. It's just a dry pale ...
Nor was it my father. My eyes filled. I spent my life looking at the death-breathing face:
"Hey Husband Huseyin Aga hey ... You are going to the world from the world ... Whatever the world is going to be,
At that moment the other patient in bed, as if to answer me, said:
- Are you close to the hospital?
-I'm boy.
-Don't worry ... I made all the religious ministry up to last night's sabbath.
-How so?
-I'm a god. I made him a repentant Nasuh. I have confessed the word of witness. I told him he did it again. I told him he did it again. The last word was the Word-i martyrdom.
The world did not come out of his mouth again. Take your heart with the comfort of your father ...
I was so weird I can not tell. I'm closed to the patient's hands. "My servant Allah, please be willing. Did God send you? "
- They put me in this room the night before. Your father must be very fond of dallas. "Ecstasy never let me curse," he told me all the time.
I was surprised once again. Because my father was not fond of dallas. But that drunken dad, whenever someone tells the Ottoman ...
My Lord is not my wisdom ... "Ecdat" when he said that?
We brought our father home by thanking him. It was already the last moments anyway. Sabatha also passed away to repent. We, my family, including my family, "drunkard," my father, who did not turn and look at his face, the time of his death coincided with that muezzin. Could this be a coincidence?