Take Free Drugs* [[-- Episode 7 --]]

 *Take Free Drugs*

[[-- Episode 7 --]]
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بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم

There was a man named Muktar. Muktar was a good man to his wife and children. He was a Muslim. He prayed his five prayers, mostly. He believed in Allah with all his heart.

One night, Muktar had a dream. It was not a normal dream. It was clear and felt very real.

In the dream, he died.

He saw his own funeral. People were crying. Then, two angels came to him. They were kind, but their faces were serious. They took him to his grave.

Inside the grave, it was dark and tight. Then, a door opened in the darkness. A beautiful, shining man walked in. His face was bright like the moon, and he smelled nicer than any flower. He brought a light that made the grave feel like a garden.

The man smiled at Muktar. "I am the rewards of your kindness to your wife and children."

Muktar felt a happiness he had never felt before. He was safe.

But then, another door opened.

A terrifying creature entered. It was ugly and smelled horrible. Its eyes were full of hate. It looked straight at Muktar and started to move towards him.

Muktar screamed. "Who are you?!"

The creature growled. "I am the Qur'an."

Muktar's heart stopped. "No! That's a lie! The Qur'an is mercy! The Qur'an is light! You are a devil!"

The creature came closer. Its voice was a sad whisper.

"I am the Qur'an... that you read only during your Swalah and only in the month of Ramadan. I am the music you always listened to, you never listened to Qur'an recitation frequently like you listened to music. I am the guidance you left closed on the shelf. To you, I am a stranger. And now, in your time of greatest need, I am a monster of your own making. You lived your whole life with me in your house, but you never invited me into your heart sincerely."

The creature reached for him.

Muktar woke up.

He was shaking and crying. His pillow was wet with tears. He could still smell that horrible smell. He could still see that terrible face.

He jumped out of his bed. He found the Qur'an, covered in a little dust. With trembling hands, he opened it. He didn't just look at the words; he started to read them, out loud, and he never listen to any music again.

He knew the shocking truth: On the day when nothing else can help you, the Qur'an will come to you exactly as you treated it in your life.

Slaves of Allah!

You work hard every day. You want a nice house, a good car, and a happy family. This is the worldly comfort we all chase.

But do these things give you true peace inside your heart? No.

We see many rich people. They have a lot of money. But they are also very sad. They have sickness that money cannot cure. They have troubles that money cannot solve.

And one day, we will all die. We will leave everything behind. The house, the car, the money... we will leave it all. It will belong to someone else.

So what will we take with us?

There is one thing you will take with you. It is not money. It is not your job. It is the Qur'an you read and listened to.

This is the mind-blowing truth.

Wise one,

Make the recitation of the Qur'an a non-negotiable business. Yes. It does not have to be a lot (even 5 pages - minimum). But it must be every day.   Saturate your home with it. Play it (always) in your bedroom and or living room, in your car, on your phone. Let the verses wash over you and your family. It is a direct medicine for any problem, spiritual or worldly.

To be continued...