A true story about a little girl who wrote letters to Allaah and Allaah gave answer to each letter from the little girl.
This beautiful story was told by the mother of the girl.
I was up early; I had a free day today. Warda my little girl too. I sat at my desk and was busy writing letters. Warda came to me and asked; "Mommy, what do you write?" "I'm writing a letter to Allaah." "Can I read? Asked my little Warda "I replied;" No honey, this letter is mine and nobody should read it. “Warda was sad and went out of the room. She was always used to ask me and I refused each time.
Weeks went by. I went once in Warda's room and she was nervous and I felt strange. Why was she agitated? I thought to myself. "Warda, what do you write?" She was still nervous. "Nothing, Mom." "What writes a girl of nine and her mother can not know about it?" "I also write letters to Allaah like you mommy." Warda asked me: "Mommy comes everything what we write true?" "Obviously my daughter, because Allaah knows everything." She still let me not read the letters. I went out and went to my husband and my thoughts were with my daughter. My husband noticed that I was not feeling well and asked if he should call a doctor. "No," I said quickly. Oh my Lord, I did not want him to think so. I kissed his forehead has sweated regularly because of me and my daughter.
One day Warda went to school and when she returned she found a doctor in our house. She went to her father who was sick and lying in bed, his illness went later in a serious condition. The doctor told to me that the state of my husband only going worse and that he has only has some weeks to live. Warda loved her father and hugged him. The love of the daughter for her father filled the room. And I forgot that my girl was young and confirmed her that her dear father was getting weaker and only had a few weeks to live. She became upset and was crying. She kept repeating, "Daddy why this happens? Why?" "Do du'aa Warda for him that Allaah cures him. You have to stay brave and do not forget The Mercy of Allaah and that He is capable of anything. You are my oldest and only daughter. "She gave me her ear and gave her grief not the strength. She stepped on her pain and said bravely:" Daddy is not going to die. "
Each morning she gave her father a kiss on his soft cheek. One day she looked at her father while her eyes radiated love. She begged him: "Can you bring me to school today, like my classmates?" Grief changed his face and he was trying to hide it from her and said: "Insha'Allaah, there will be one day I bring you to school." While he was sure that because of his illness the happiness of his daughter would never complete.
Then on one day Warda was at school. It came in my thoughts to see what my daughter was writing in her letters to Allaah. I searched her room but I found nothing. Would she have taken the letters? Had she torn the letters after she had written it? Presumably it is here in this box. For what she loved this box. She constantly begged me to give her the box.
Ya Allaah, the box is full of letters all for Allaah! I started to read all letters.
"Ya Rabbi,Ya Rabbi; Let the dog from our neighbour die, because he always frighten me."
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; A major concern of our cat. Ya Rabbi, replace for her the kittens that died."
"Ya Rabbi, let my nephew succeed for his exam, because I love him."
"Ya Rabbi; Make the flowers in our garden grow quickly, so I can cut some flowers every day and give the flowers to my teacher."
And many other letters and they are all innocent. One of the letters was entertaining, which she wrote: "Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; give the maid a little more sense, because she tires my mother."
I realized at once; Ya Allaah, they all came true! The dog is dead, the cat had several children, the flowers are grown and Warda each day she take a flower for her teacher and Ahmed graduated with high marks.
Ya Allaah, why did she not ask Allaah to cure her father? I searched trough all the letters, but could not find a letter.
Suddenly the maid called me to answer the phone. Warda's school called. I got upset and asked the person I had on the line: "What happened? Warda has done something?"
And then came the shock. The person on the phone said that Warda had fallen from the fourth floor and was not living anymore. She was on her way to her absent teacher to give her a flower.
The flower fell and Warda fell with the flower. Indeed two flowers fell.
Me and my husband could not believe it and were amazed, staring at each other. Our heart is gone.
My husband even ran a tongue paralysis, which he could not talk. Why did Warda die?
The grief filled our lives. I kept fooling myself and pretended I bring her to school, run by her school. I did everything my little one liked. Every corner of the house reminded me of her and her smile that made the house lively.
Years passed and on a Friday; the maid came running to me and says she heard noise from the room of Warda. Ya Allaah, Warda has returned? That's crazy. "You imagine it only. I had not entered this room since Warda died. But my husband insisted on going to the room and look. I turned the key and opened the door and then I suddenly started crying and threw myself on her bed. I then looked around the room and saw a painting on the ground. The painting had fallen and that made noise.
Warda Loved the painting. In the painting was the Ayah from Surah Al-Baqara; Ayahtul Kursi. Warda was used to read it every day until she knew it from her head. When I lifted the painting to hang it back on the wall, a paper fell out of the painting on the ground.
Ya Allaah that is one of the letters which Warda wrote to Allaah! Why did she hide it behind the painting? And what she had written to Allaah? Ya Allaah, my eyes were all donated by the words:
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; I die not Dad."
Subh’ana Allaah what a touching story.
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A true story about a little girl who wrote letters to Allaah and Allaah gave answer to each letter from the little girl.
This beautiful story was told by the mother of the girl.
I was up early; I had a free day today. Warda my little girl too. I sat at my desk and was busy writing letters. Warda came to me and asked; "Mommy, what do you write?" "I'm writing a letter to Allaah." "Can I read? Asked my little Warda "I replied;" No honey, this letter is mine and nobody should read it. “Warda was sad and went out of the room. She was always used to ask me and I refused each time.
Weeks went by. I went once in Warda's room and she was nervous and I felt strange. Why was she agitated? I thought to myself. "Warda, what do you write?" She was still nervous. "Nothing, Mom." "What writes a girl of nine and her mother can not know about it?" "I also write letters to Allaah like you mommy." Warda asked me: "Mommy comes everything what we write true?" "Obviously my daughter, because Allaah knows everything." She still let me not read the letters. I went out and went to my husband and my thoughts were with my daughter. My husband noticed that I was not feeling well and asked if he should call a doctor. "No," I said quickly. Oh my Lord, I did not want him to think so. I kissed his forehead has sweated regularly because of me and my daughter.
One day Warda went to school and when she returned she found a doctor in our house. She went to her father who was sick and lying in bed, his illness went later in a serious condition. The doctor told to me that the state of my husband only going worse and that he has only has some weeks to live. Warda loved her father and hugged him. The love of the daughter for her father filled the room. And I forgot that my girl was young and confirmed her that her dear father was getting weaker and only had a few weeks to live. She became upset and was crying. She kept repeating, "Daddy why this happens? Why?" "Do du'aa Warda for him that Allaah cures him. You have to stay brave and do not forget The Mercy of Allaah and that He is capable of anything. You are my oldest and only daughter. "She gave me her ear and gave her grief not the strength. She stepped on her pain and said bravely:" Daddy is not going to die. "
Each morning she gave her father a kiss on his soft cheek. One day she looked at her father while her eyes radiated love. She begged him: "Can you bring me to school today, like my classmates?" Grief changed his face and he was trying to hide it from her and said: "Insha'Allaah, there will be one day I bring you to school." While he was sure that because of his illness the happiness of his daughter would never complete.
Then on one day Warda was at school. It came in my thoughts to see what my daughter was writing in her letters to Allaah. I searched her room but I found nothing. Would she have taken the letters? Had she torn the letters after she had written it? Presumably it is here in this box. For what she loved this box. She constantly begged me to give her the box.
Ya Allaah, the box is full of letters all for Allaah! I started to read all letters.
"Ya Rabbi,Ya Rabbi; Let the dog from our neighbour die, because he always frighten me."
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; A major concern of our cat. Ya Rabbi, replace for her the kittens that died."
"Ya Rabbi, let my nephew succeed for his exam, because I love him."
"Ya Rabbi; Make the flowers in our garden grow quickly, so I can cut some flowers every day and give the flowers to my teacher."
And many other letters and they are all innocent. One of the letters was entertaining, which she wrote: "Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; give the maid a little more sense, because she tires my mother."
I realized at once; Ya Allaah, they all came true! The dog is dead, the cat had several children, the flowers are grown and Warda each day she take a flower for her teacher and Ahmed graduated with high marks.
Ya Allaah, why did she not ask Allaah to cure her father? I searched trough all the letters, but could not find a letter.
Suddenly the maid called me to answer the phone. Warda's school called. I got upset and asked the person I had on the line: "What happened? Warda has done something?"
And then came the shock. The person on the phone said that Warda had fallen from the fourth floor and was not living anymore. She was on her way to her absent teacher to give her a flower.
The flower fell and Warda fell with the flower. Indeed two flowers fell.
Me and my husband could not believe it and were amazed, staring at each other. Our heart is gone.
My husband even ran a tongue paralysis, which he could not talk. Why did Warda die?
The grief filled our lives. I kept fooling myself and pretended I bring her to school, run by her school. I did everything my little one liked. Every corner of the house reminded me of her and her smile that made the house lively.
Years passed and on a Friday; the maid came running to me and says she heard noise from the room of Warda. Ya Allaah, Warda has returned? That's crazy. "You imagine it only. I had not entered this room since Warda died. But my husband insisted on going to the room and look. I turned the key and opened the door and then I suddenly started crying and threw myself on her bed. I then looked around the room and saw a painting on the ground. The painting had fallen and that made noise.
Warda Loved the painting. In the painting was the Ayah from Surah Al-Baqara; Ayahtul Kursi. Warda was used to read it every day until she knew it from her head. When I lifted the painting to hang it back on the wall, a paper fell out of the painting on the ground.
Ya Allaah that is one of the letters which Warda wrote to Allaah! Why did she hide it behind the painting? And what she had written to Allaah? Ya Allaah, my eyes were all donated by the words:
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; I die not Dad."
Subh’ana Allaah what a touching story.
This beautiful story was told by the mother of the girl.
I was up early; I had a free day today. Warda my little girl too. I sat at my desk and was busy writing letters. Warda came to me and asked; "Mommy, what do you write?" "I'm writing a letter to Allaah." "Can I read? Asked my little Warda "I replied;" No honey, this letter is mine and nobody should read it. “Warda was sad and went out of the room. She was always used to ask me and I refused each time.
Weeks went by. I went once in Warda's room and she was nervous and I felt strange. Why was she agitated? I thought to myself. "Warda, what do you write?" She was still nervous. "Nothing, Mom." "What writes a girl of nine and her mother can not know about it?" "I also write letters to Allaah like you mommy." Warda asked me: "Mommy comes everything what we write true?" "Obviously my daughter, because Allaah knows everything." She still let me not read the letters. I went out and went to my husband and my thoughts were with my daughter. My husband noticed that I was not feeling well and asked if he should call a doctor. "No," I said quickly. Oh my Lord, I did not want him to think so. I kissed his forehead has sweated regularly because of me and my daughter.
One day Warda went to school and when she returned she found a doctor in our house. She went to her father who was sick and lying in bed, his illness went later in a serious condition. The doctor told to me that the state of my husband only going worse and that he has only has some weeks to live. Warda loved her father and hugged him. The love of the daughter for her father filled the room. And I forgot that my girl was young and confirmed her that her dear father was getting weaker and only had a few weeks to live. She became upset and was crying. She kept repeating, "Daddy why this happens? Why?" "Do du'aa Warda for him that Allaah cures him. You have to stay brave and do not forget The Mercy of Allaah and that He is capable of anything. You are my oldest and only daughter. "She gave me her ear and gave her grief not the strength. She stepped on her pain and said bravely:" Daddy is not going to die. "
Each morning she gave her father a kiss on his soft cheek. One day she looked at her father while her eyes radiated love. She begged him: "Can you bring me to school today, like my classmates?" Grief changed his face and he was trying to hide it from her and said: "Insha'Allaah, there will be one day I bring you to school." While he was sure that because of his illness the happiness of his daughter would never complete.
Then on one day Warda was at school. It came in my thoughts to see what my daughter was writing in her letters to Allaah. I searched her room but I found nothing. Would she have taken the letters? Had she torn the letters after she had written it? Presumably it is here in this box. For what she loved this box. She constantly begged me to give her the box.
Ya Allaah, the box is full of letters all for Allaah! I started to read all letters.
"Ya Rabbi,Ya Rabbi; Let the dog from our neighbour die, because he always frighten me."
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; A major concern of our cat. Ya Rabbi, replace for her the kittens that died."
"Ya Rabbi, let my nephew succeed for his exam, because I love him."
"Ya Rabbi; Make the flowers in our garden grow quickly, so I can cut some flowers every day and give the flowers to my teacher."
And many other letters and they are all innocent. One of the letters was entertaining, which she wrote: "Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; give the maid a little more sense, because she tires my mother."
I realized at once; Ya Allaah, they all came true! The dog is dead, the cat had several children, the flowers are grown and Warda each day she take a flower for her teacher and Ahmed graduated with high marks.
Ya Allaah, why did she not ask Allaah to cure her father? I searched trough all the letters, but could not find a letter.
Suddenly the maid called me to answer the phone. Warda's school called. I got upset and asked the person I had on the line: "What happened? Warda has done something?"
And then came the shock. The person on the phone said that Warda had fallen from the fourth floor and was not living anymore. She was on her way to her absent teacher to give her a flower.
The flower fell and Warda fell with the flower. Indeed two flowers fell.
Me and my husband could not believe it and were amazed, staring at each other. Our heart is gone.
My husband even ran a tongue paralysis, which he could not talk. Why did Warda die?
The grief filled our lives. I kept fooling myself and pretended I bring her to school, run by her school. I did everything my little one liked. Every corner of the house reminded me of her and her smile that made the house lively.
Years passed and on a Friday; the maid came running to me and says she heard noise from the room of Warda. Ya Allaah, Warda has returned? That's crazy. "You imagine it only. I had not entered this room since Warda died. But my husband insisted on going to the room and look. I turned the key and opened the door and then I suddenly started crying and threw myself on her bed. I then looked around the room and saw a painting on the ground. The painting had fallen and that made noise.
Warda Loved the painting. In the painting was the Ayah from Surah Al-Baqara; Ayahtul Kursi. Warda was used to read it every day until she knew it from her head. When I lifted the painting to hang it back on the wall, a paper fell out of the painting on the ground.
Ya Allaah that is one of the letters which Warda wrote to Allaah! Why did she hide it behind the painting? And what she had written to Allaah? Ya Allaah, my eyes were all donated by the words:
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; I die not Dad."
Subh’ana Allaah what a touching story.
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A true story about a little girl who wrote letters to Allaah and Allaah gave answer to each letter from the little girl.
This beautiful story was told by the mother of the girl.
I was up early; I had a free day today. Warda my little girl too. I sat at my desk and was busy writing letters. Warda came to me and asked; "Mommy, what do you write?" "I'm writing a letter to Allaah." "Can I read? Asked my little Warda "I replied;" No honey, this letter is mine and nobody should read it. “Warda was sad and went out of the room. She was always used to ask me and I refused each time.
Weeks went by. I went once in Warda's room and she was nervous and I felt strange. Why was she agitated? I thought to myself. "Warda, what do you write?" She was still nervous. "Nothing, Mom." "What writes a girl of nine and her mother can not know about it?" "I also write letters to Allaah like you mommy." Warda asked me: "Mommy comes everything what we write true?" "Obviously my daughter, because Allaah knows everything." She still let me not read the letters. I went out and went to my husband and my thoughts were with my daughter. My husband noticed that I was not feeling well and asked if he should call a doctor. "No," I said quickly. Oh my Lord, I did not want him to think so. I kissed his forehead has sweated regularly because of me and my daughter.
One day Warda went to school and when she returned she found a doctor in our house. She went to her father who was sick and lying in bed, his illness went later in a serious condition. The doctor told to me that the state of my husband only going worse and that he has only has some weeks to live. Warda loved her father and hugged him. The love of the daughter for her father filled the room. And I forgot that my girl was young and confirmed her that her dear father was getting weaker and only had a few weeks to live. She became upset and was crying. She kept repeating, "Daddy why this happens? Why?" "Do du'aa Warda for him that Allaah cures him. You have to stay brave and do not forget The Mercy of Allaah and that He is capable of anything. You are my oldest and only daughter. "She gave me her ear and gave her grief not the strength. She stepped on her pain and said bravely:" Daddy is not going to die. "
Each morning she gave her father a kiss on his soft cheek. One day she looked at her father while her eyes radiated love. She begged him: "Can you bring me to school today, like my classmates?" Grief changed his face and he was trying to hide it from her and said: "Insha'Allaah, there will be one day I bring you to school." While he was sure that because of his illness the happiness of his daughter would never complete.
Then on one day Warda was at school. It came in my thoughts to see what my daughter was writing in her letters to Allaah. I searched her room but I found nothing. Would she have taken the letters? Had she torn the letters after she had written it? Presumably it is here in this box. For what she loved this box. She constantly begged me to give her the box.
Ya Allaah, the box is full of letters all for Allaah! I started to read all letters.
"Ya Rabbi,Ya Rabbi; Let the dog from our neighbour die, because he always frighten me."
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; A major concern of our cat. Ya Rabbi, replace for her the kittens that died."
"Ya Rabbi, let my nephew succeed for his exam, because I love him."
"Ya Rabbi; Make the flowers in our garden grow quickly, so I can cut some flowers every day and give the flowers to my teacher."
And many other letters and they are all innocent. One of the letters was entertaining, which she wrote: "Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; give the maid a little more sense, because she tires my mother."
I realized at once; Ya Allaah, they all came true! The dog is dead, the cat had several children, the flowers are grown and Warda each day she take a flower for her teacher and Ahmed graduated with high marks.
Ya Allaah, why did she not ask Allaah to cure her father? I searched trough all the letters, but could not find a letter.
Suddenly the maid called me to answer the phone. Warda's school called. I got upset and asked the person I had on the line: "What happened? Warda has done something?"
And then came the shock. The person on the phone said that Warda had fallen from the fourth floor and was not living anymore. She was on her way to her absent teacher to give her a flower.
The flower fell and Warda fell with the flower. Indeed two flowers fell.
Me and my husband could not believe it and were amazed, staring at each other. Our heart is gone.
My husband even ran a tongue paralysis, which he could not talk. Why did Warda die?
The grief filled our lives. I kept fooling myself and pretended I bring her to school, run by her school. I did everything my little one liked. Every corner of the house reminded me of her and her smile that made the house lively.
Years passed and on a Friday; the maid came running to me and says she heard noise from the room of Warda. Ya Allaah, Warda has returned? That's crazy. "You imagine it only. I had not entered this room since Warda died. But my husband insisted on going to the room and look. I turned the key and opened the door and then I suddenly started crying and threw myself on her bed. I then looked around the room and saw a painting on the ground. The painting had fallen and that made noise.
Warda Loved the painting. In the painting was the Ayah from Surah Al-Baqara; Ayahtul Kursi. Warda was used to read it every day until she knew it from her head. When I lifted the painting to hang it back on the wall, a paper fell out of the painting on the ground.
Ya Allaah that is one of the letters which Warda wrote to Allaah! Why did she hide it behind the painting? And what she had written to Allaah? Ya Allaah, my eyes were all donated by the words:
"Ya Rabbi, Ya Rabbi; I die not Dad."
Subh’ana Allaah what a touching story.
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