And the moral of the story is...

And the moral of the story is...





Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy
decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the
water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake,
an alligator was swimming toward him.

His mother, in
the house, was looking out the window and saw the two
as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran
toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing
her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim
to his mother. It was too late.

Just as he reached her, the
alligator reached him. From the dock,
the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the Alligator
snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the
two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother
was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by,
heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the
alligator.

Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy

survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of
the animal, and on his arms,were deep scratches where his mother's
fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son
she loved. The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the
trauma asked if he would show
him his scars. The boy lifted his
pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter,
"But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have
them because my Mom wouldn't let go."


You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No,
not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic, but the scars
of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused
us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are
because Allah has
refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there
holding on to you. Islam teaches us that Allah loves us. He wants to
protect us and provide for us in every way. But sometimes we
foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life
is filled with peril and we forget that the
enemy(Satan) is waiting
to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins, and if we have the
scars of His love on our arms, be very, very grateful. He did not
and will not let us go.

Please pass this on to those you love. Allah has blessed you, so
that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a
person is in his/her life and what they are going through. That is
why it is so important that we make duaa for each other and hope
for the
best for each other. Insha Allah take a few seconds out of
your busy schedules and forward this email to as many brothers and
sisters that you love and care about