A Voice in the Heart
A young man had been to Wednesday
night class of Qur’anic studies, the Mu’allim had shared about listening to
Allaah and obeying Allaah through intuition.
The young man couldn’t help but ask
and wonder, ‘does Allaah still speak to people through intuition?’
After lessons, he went out with some
friends for coffee and they discussed the message. Several friends talked about
how Allaah led them in different ways and that at the end you’ll know it was
Allaah (SWT) who has directed you.
It was about ten o’clock when the
young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray,
‘Allaah, if you still speak to people, speak to me. I will
listen. I will do my best to obey.’
As he drove down the main street of
his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He
shook his head and said out loud,
‘Allaah is that you?’
He didn’t get a reply and started on
toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head.
‘Okay, Allaah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.’
It didn’t seem like too hard a test of
obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of
milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt
the urge. ‘Turn down that street’
This is crazy he thought, and drove on
past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn around Seventh
Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half
jokingly, he said out loud ‘okay Allaah, I will.’ He drove several blocks, when
suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curve and looked
around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best but it
wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The business was closed and most of
the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed
something, ‘go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.’
The young man looked at the housed, It
was dark and it seemed the people were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open his car and sat back. ‘Allaah, this is insane. Those people
are asleep and if I wake them up, they’re going to be mad and I will look
stupid.’
Again, he felt like he should go and
give the milk. Finally, he opened his car, ‘okay Allaah, if this is you, I will
go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look stupid,
okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if they
don’t answer right away, I am out of here.’
He walked across the street and rang
the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man’s voice yelled out,
‘who is it? What do you want?’
Then the door opened before the young
man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He
looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he
didn’t seem to be happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
‘What is it?”
The young man thrust out the gallon of
milk,
‘Here, I brought this to you.’
The man took the milk and rushed down
a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk towards the
kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man
had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying.
‘We were just praying. We had some big
bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby.
I was just praying and asking Allaah (swt) to show me how to get some milk.’
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, ‘I
ask him to send an angel with some, are you an angel?’
The young man reached into his wallet
and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man’s hand. He turned
and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He
knew that Allaah (swt) still answer prayers.
Always listen to the voice inside you,
it is the voice of Allaah, always there guiding us. But do we listen to it?