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1-11-2005


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The new generation is coming God willing

The Qur'an generation the fight generation the conquests generation


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Osama 's Quran




I came round from Qilolti one day that accepted the call to prayer of the afternoon, then I did not excel in Osama ..

I asked about it then answered me that led him and on its face a shining smiling : it has gone to the mosque ..

ـ But the time is still early .

He have become competing with you, but it precedes you ..!

This pleases me and Allah ..

And she added and on its lips a sweet smiling :

I have noticed it is keen on accompanying its small Quran, and the reading in it a lot, and I think it that embraces it in a kindness now and he within the mosque . .

I smiled and I feel that the world does not seek my happiness with my young believing boy .

And I jumped to the ablution, then no less from to it inflicted by it ..

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He kept off two weeks approximately ..

Osama 's mother approached me and said with whisper :

Osama 's father ..Not what overtook Osama 's behaviours notices these days ؟

ـ What mean ؟

I not knowing a certainty, but me I wonder : what is the secret of its adherence by its Quran all this adherence, it has requested it yesterday from it then brought me the Quran of its sister .. And he did not pass me its Quran ..

But I noticed that it maintains that he hides it, and this today I noticed that it did not carry it with it, and he took another Quran ..

It was not used to these behaviours from, not knowing what happened for it ؟؟

I was listening to Osama 's mother for a long time, then she is the most note from me ...

And I felt the worry, and was absorbed in a deep thought, Osama 's sound cut it and he inserts a Muslim .

She repeated the peace and I show for it the human being, and I gazed at his face, and I remember the speeches of his mother, then a thing raised my attention from the redness in his eyes ..

Hopefully it clashed with one of miserable neighbours boys ..

But he is not one of his habits is that he quarrels with one of .. And he does not leave a field to one of that it attacks it ..But he is tolerant and easy exceeds and forgives until about from he wronged it ..

Many I heard that says about the one(s) who wronged it :

Allah forgives it .. I want my wage from Allah ..I forgive it until Allah it forgives me .

And to this my worry increased and asked Allah not to it frustrates my hope in and at me ..

Its call so that he sits with my closeness, and I accepted it and started joking with him ..

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Became observing it in the mosque .. In the house .. In the way ..

But and I started asking about it in the school .. Each thing alright .. No thing it blamed it for it ..

I returned from the mosque one day then its mother asked me eagerly :

Hiieh .. What behind you, reassure me ؟ !

ـ No thing .. He has read the Qur'an as usual after the prayer with its peers, and the mosque imam praised its recited good reading .. And I noticed its lips at a distance that murmur and they realized that it seeks forgiveness from Allah .. As its persistence whenever he heard a praise to it or a praise of it ..

And I asked about it in the school then found all praises it but its most teachers that say : layta the school students are in Osama 's manners ..A permit but we by a wealth ..

Its mother sighed by a pain and she says :

Walhfa on you O and at me ..She sees what hides ؟

Do I was still noticing about it those notes ؟

He softened .. For it with its Quran a story and an escape .. He became warning from me that the time of my hand is to its pocket for taking the Quran .. And this not was its habit ..

Allah glory be to ...

And I intended to the revelation of this secret ..

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During Osama 's departure for the school, decided I to he searched his room .. Because I was knowing that it does not carry its small Quran to the school ..

Easily I arrived to the Quran, it have been putting it in the drawer of its desk that brought close the bed of its sleep .. He was one of his habits is that he looks in the Quran before it sleeps ..

She asked it about that a day then it said : until it is last what saw by two eyes the words of Allah ..

Then he says and its eyes shine : and enables a delightful vision Ashof ..

I started stirring papers the Quran between my hand .. He shocked me what saw ..!!

ـ Oh God .. What is this ? ؟ !

I have found some of its pages he has been pierced or was about, and the papers became in case pitying for them ..!!

And I felt the anger fires that burns between my side ..And my blood boiled over abnormally ..

Osama does this ؟ ؟ !Osama Alnqi who wakes up in the dead of night

The dark on the sound of its weeping then it took away so that Saka finds it by its hands its face and he wails then ask it about what by it, then it answers :

ـ No thing, no thing O my father .. I remembered the fire then feared that it afflicts me !

I kiss its small head, and I include it to my chest, and I call to it, then reassure it ،

And I return to my bed, and I ask Allah that it makes taste my heart of the sweetness of piety and fear that tasted it and at me ..

It is understood that Osama does not keep a sanctity the Book of Allah, and he is good and next him ؟ !

Glory be to O the Turner of hearts ..Oh Allah your mercy we hope ..

Oh Allah she does not frustrate my doubt about my boy .. Oh Allah your gentleness ..

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I carried the Quran with me, and she put it in my pocket ..

And when Osama returned from his school it faced him with his small Quran ..And I was trying that I cohere then he does not show my anger ..

He retreated to the behind a step, and its face has reddened and directly that its eyes shed tears, and stammering .. And which exceeded in boiling my anger that it did not become necessary ..

I shouted a threatened :

ـ Osama .. Do for me that I know what is this that sees it in your Quran ? !

And between its cries and its tears its trembling sound came to :

ـ It is my tears O my father ..My tears O my father ..!

And he burst into the weeping .. She jumped to it that embrace it with a power and my tears precede me ......

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