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Wisdom From Unlikely Sources

Go to any quotation site, and you’ll notice that most quotes come from only famous people.

However, whoever said that wisdom comes primarily from famous people?

The following is a compilation of true stories and conjured tales from MYM staff writers (as well as a special guest writer towards the end) that think otherwise and have encountered wisdom from unlikely sources. If you would like to submit your personal story, please leave a comment and we will add it to this post! So here goes:

Sr. Maryam: Go Down To Go Up

I remember going to a hospital for a meeting with a doctor. I got off the car, the hospital’s entrance door was a few steps away, and I was walking really fast towards it because I was a bit late but then I suddenly stopped. It wasn’t premeditated because I had other things on my mind at that time and I didn’t know why I had stopped walking.

But when I looked at my feet, I saw a chained fence just a feet above the ground and then I thanked God, because if I hadn’t stopped, I would have fallen in front of all those people and would have been laughed at, or perhaps I would have badly injured myself. As I carefully walked past the fence, I smiled because that incident made me reminisce something that happened ages ago, a time when I was in Grade 6.

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Emo Muslim Youth?

Our society is filled with hurt and despair. The sad part is that we, as Muslim youth, don’t make it any better.

Unfortunately, many people do not realize that any statement or action of hurt will hurt, regardless of what one may say.

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Giving Back To Our Communities

All too often, we see individuals being raised up by their communities and then just leaving when they’re old enough.

When they were younger, they used to attend the full-time/weekend school, spend hours at the playground with other children, attend the after-school Karate or sports program, participate in the community festivals, get scolded by their wizened elders, and get loved and spoiled by their uncles and aunties…They were being raised by the whole village, by the whole community.

What do they decide to do?

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The Outlook of Young Imam An-Nawawi

When Imam Nawawi was young, he used to be pursued by the children of his town as they continually asked him to join them in their games.

They used to sneer, jeer, and try every conceivable method to get him to join, but he used to break away from them crying while saying,

“Allah did not create me to play” 1

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  1. Story shared by Shaykh Yasir Qadhi at Sacred Scrolls

MYM is featured in Mission:Ramadan!

New E-Book for all

Alhamdulillah, ProductiveMuslim.com has released an eBook entitled, Mission: Ramadan. It basically comprises of 30 bloggers each writing on one theme, this year being Qur’an, for the month of Ramadan. Go ahead and click the cover image to view the eBook!

In the book itself, there are two articles written by MYM staff writers – Day 2 has been written by Jawaad Ahmad Khan (personal website) and Day 28 by Yours Truly (also published on MYM).

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From the Masses to the Individual

There was once a politician who was gearing up to give the speech of his life. He spent countless months writing and reciting his speech, he spent thousands of dollars to rent the largest stadium in town, and spent even more in mass advertising through flyers, posters postcards, billboards, online social networks, television commercials, and every other conceivable method of attracting people.

The long-awaited day came, and the politician soon made his way to the stage, trembling with anticipation. He put on his carefully crafted smile and slowly turned to the crowd.

There was nobody there. Except for one person.

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Mud or Gold

Many years ago, while waiting for my father to pick me up from school, I sat in front of the Masjid playground, mesmerized by the sand all around me. It was a sunny day, and the sand glittered in the sun like gold. As I picked the shimmering golden beads of sand up and let them slip through my fingers, I felt like I was the richest man in the world…

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