A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies.
The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah through
intuition.
The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to people
through intuition?'
After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they
discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how Allah had led them in different
ways and that at the end you'll know it was Allah(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, 'Allah...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, 'Allah 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, Allah, 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 down Seventh Street ..
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.'
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like ! he should stop. He
pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was i n a semi-commercial
area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods
either. The businesses were 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 house. It was dark
and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already
asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up,
they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he
should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will go
to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a
crazy person, 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
too 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 toward 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 thi s month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for
our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(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 Allah (SWT) still answers prayers
