Stories for the Muslim Youth
When Sarah came in after playing outdoors one evening, her mother asked her to settle down to do her homework. Now that she was in third grade, Miss Aliya, her teacher, had wanted the class to practice writing a short story in cursive. But what could she write with? Once again her pencil was missing!... Continue Reading →
Knock! Knock! Knock! The door opens. Mr. Hamid looks out to see who is knocking. A little boy in ragged and dirty clothes stands with his hand outstretched. Boy: Sir, please give me some money. Mr. Hamid: Who are you? Boy: I am a beggar. Mr. Hamid: No, no. I want to know what your... Continue Reading →
The pearl Necklace is a true story about a man who lived in Makka many years ago. His name was Abu Bakr Muhammad. He was a good man who would spend most of his time praying, remembering Allah and seeking knowledge. Let’s listen to his story. A long time ago, I used to live in... Continue Reading →
Hira and her brother Farid were very happy. They now had a baby sister. She was such a lovely baby. She had such tiny feet and hands and was not really much bigger than the doll Hira played with. But most of the time baby Mariam would be crying or cooing or making strange noises.... Continue Reading →
Zahid’s father had passed away just a few years ago. Just last week his mother passed away as well. Now he was left all alone in the world except for his uncle Osman who was a sailor. He would spend most of his life at sea never staying in one place for more than a... Continue Reading →
One day when Saad came home from school, he seemed upset and unusually quiet. His Dad observed his silence and after they had eaten their lunch, he asked Saad… “What’s wrong Saad? You seem upset…You are never this quiet when you come back from school.” “Yes, Dad. I am really upset today. There’s a new... Continue Reading →
Standing in front of the mirror with a comb in hand was usually the way Shahid spent his mornings. As he stood in front of the mirror today, he was suddenly startled by a voice that seemed to be coming from nowhere. “Who are you?” the voice bellowed. Shahid nearly jumped out of his skin... Continue Reading →
January the 1st was always an important day. For most of the world, it was the New Year’s celebration that warranted such significance. However, for the students of a particular sixth-grade class, the day marked something else – doomsday. In other words, the result day. Umar Khan, like his classmates, was anxious when he set out... Continue Reading →
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