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Fire, God, and Memes: DOES ALLAH (GOD) EXIST? IF SO, SHOW ME HIS SHAPE. WHAT IS TAKDIR (FATE)? @islam everyone ════ Story of a Young Confuse Man With 3 Question ════ There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite some time. When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his 3 questions. Finally, his parents were able to find a Mulsim scholar. Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions? Scholar: I am one of Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala )’s slaves and inshaAllah (God willing), I will be able to answer your questions. Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions. Scholar: I will try my best, with the help of Allah(SubHana Wa Ta`ala ). Young man: I have 3 questions: Does God exist? If so, show me His shape. What is takdir (fate)? If shaitan (Devil) was created from the fire, why at the end will he be thrown into hell that was also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him at all, since Shaitan (Devil) and the hell were created from fire. Did God not think of it this far? Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man’s face very hard. Young man (feeling pain): Why do you get angry at me? Scholar: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions. Young man: I really don’t understand. Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you? Young man: Of course, I felt the pain. Scholar: So do you believe that pain exists? Young man: Yes. Scholar: Show me the shape of the pain! Young man: I cannot. Scholar: That is my first answer. All of us feel God’s existence without being able to see His shape. Scholar: Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me? Young man: No. Scholar: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today? Young man: No. Scholar: That is takdir (fate). Scholar: My hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from? Young man: It is created from skin. Scholar: How about your face, what is it created from? Young man: Skin. Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you? Young man: In pain. Scholar: Even though Shaitan (Devil) and also the hell were created from the fire, if Allah wants, inshAllah (God willing) the hell will become a very painful place for Shaitan (Devil).
Fire, God, and Memes: DOES ALLAH
 (GOD) EXIST?
 IF SO, SHOW
 ME HIS SHAPE.
 WHAT IS TAKDIR
 (FATE)?
 @islam everyone
════ Story of a Young Confuse Man With 3 Question ════ There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite some time. When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his 3 questions. Finally, his parents were able to find a Mulsim scholar. Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions? Scholar: I am one of Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala )’s slaves and inshaAllah (God willing), I will be able to answer your questions. Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions. Scholar: I will try my best, with the help of Allah(SubHana Wa Ta`ala ). Young man: I have 3 questions: Does God exist? If so, show me His shape. What is takdir (fate)? If shaitan (Devil) was created from the fire, why at the end will he be thrown into hell that was also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him at all, since Shaitan (Devil) and the hell were created from fire. Did God not think of it this far? Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man’s face very hard. Young man (feeling pain): Why do you get angry at me? Scholar: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions. Young man: I really don’t understand. Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you? Young man: Of course, I felt the pain. Scholar: So do you believe that pain exists? Young man: Yes. Scholar: Show me the shape of the pain! Young man: I cannot. Scholar: That is my first answer. All of us feel God’s existence without being able to see His shape. Scholar: Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me? Young man: No. Scholar: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today? Young man: No. Scholar: That is takdir (fate). Scholar: My hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from? Young man: It is created from skin. Scholar: How about your face, what is it created from? Young man: Skin. Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you? Young man: In pain. Scholar: Even though Shaitan (Devil) and also the hell were created from the fire, if Allah wants, inshAllah (God willing) the hell will become a very painful place for Shaitan (Devil).

════ Story of a Young Confuse Man With 3 Question ════ There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite some time. When he returne...

Memes, Little Brother, and My Backpack: re TTStoryTime - "How tough are ya?" - "Hey dude." "Sup." I put my backpack on the floor and sit on the bed. "I'm bored." "Same." says my friend. He gets up and sits on the bed next to me. "Wanna play a game?" "Sure. What game?" "I just made it up, it's called the honesty game." "Honesty game?" "Yea. We each take turns giving our honest opinion on something." "Hmmm. Okay seems interesting." "Okay I'll start," he turns and faces me. "How do you feel about incest?" "Incest? Gross dude what the hell?" He had look of disappointment in his eye and I started to wonder what he did at home. "Okay my turn. How do you feel about abortion?" "I don't care much. Wish my Mom considered it." At this point I was uncomfortable. He was being hella suspect. "OK my turn! How do you feel abouttt... Gay people?" "Gay people? I mean they're cool I guess doesnt bother me really." Now he had a gleam of hope in his eyes. This only made me want to leave more. "K den. Ummm... How do you feel about memes?" "Memes? What is that?" Yep time to go. I get up without saying a word and pick up my backpack to leave. Before I can exit his room, he blocks the door. "Move." "Not until you tell me what a may-may is." I glared at him. "Move or I'll force you." He licked his lips slowly. Now I wasn't so sure I wanted to touch him. I dropped my backpack and put my hands-up. "I don't wanna fight you dude. Just move." Suddenly, his little brother appears in the door frame. "What are you guys doing." "We're just playing a game." "Like the one we played last night? My butt still hurts." "No not yet." Yet. I charged forward and pushed 2 brothers out of the way, leaving my backpack. I flew down the stairs and out the doorway and ran like a black man with a stolen TV.
Memes, Little Brother, and My Backpack: re
TTStoryTime - "How tough are ya?" - "Hey dude." "Sup." I put my backpack on the floor and sit on the bed. "I'm bored." "Same." says my friend. He gets up and sits on the bed next to me. "Wanna play a game?" "Sure. What game?" "I just made it up, it's called the honesty game." "Honesty game?" "Yea. We each take turns giving our honest opinion on something." "Hmmm. Okay seems interesting." "Okay I'll start," he turns and faces me. "How do you feel about incest?" "Incest? Gross dude what the hell?" He had look of disappointment in his eye and I started to wonder what he did at home. "Okay my turn. How do you feel about abortion?" "I don't care much. Wish my Mom considered it." At this point I was uncomfortable. He was being hella suspect. "OK my turn! How do you feel abouttt... Gay people?" "Gay people? I mean they're cool I guess doesnt bother me really." Now he had a gleam of hope in his eyes. This only made me want to leave more. "K den. Ummm... How do you feel about memes?" "Memes? What is that?" Yep time to go. I get up without saying a word and pick up my backpack to leave. Before I can exit his room, he blocks the door. "Move." "Not until you tell me what a may-may is." I glared at him. "Move or I'll force you." He licked his lips slowly. Now I wasn't so sure I wanted to touch him. I dropped my backpack and put my hands-up. "I don't wanna fight you dude. Just move." Suddenly, his little brother appears in the door frame. "What are you guys doing." "We're just playing a game." "Like the one we played last night? My butt still hurts." "No not yet." Yet. I charged forward and pushed 2 brothers out of the way, leaving my backpack. I flew down the stairs and out the doorway and ran like a black man with a stolen TV.

TTStoryTime - "How tough are ya?" - "Hey dude." "Sup." I put my backpack on the floor and sit on the bed. "I'm bored." "Same." says my frien...