HISTORY & LESSON

  The Sultan and the Mysterious Talking Parrot One day, Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent decided to take a break from ruling his vast empire. He invited his trusted advisors and officials to the palace gardens for a day of leisure and relaxation. To entertain them, the Sultan brought out his prized possession: a rare and beautiful parrot that, according to legend, could speak several languages. The Sultan addressed his guests proudly. “This parrot is no ordinary bird! It can converse like a scholar, solve riddles, and even recite poetry! Watch and be amazed.” The advisors clapped politely, but deep down, they were skeptical. The Sultan turned to the parrot and said, “Recite some poetry for us, noble parrot.” The parrot stared at him blankly and squawked, “Give me a fig, and I’ll think about it!” The crowd burst into laughter, but the Sultan was embarrassed. He handed the bird a fig and said, “Now, recite some poetry.” The parrot swallowed the fig, fluffed its feathers, and said, “Ro...

  The Mysterious Cow Spy During World War II, in a small French village under German occupation, the villagers had a secret resistance group working to sabotage the enemy. They used clever tricks to pass information to the Allies, but none was as legendary as the "Cow Spy" incident. The resistance leader, Jacques, came up with an outrageous idea one day. He said to the group, “The Germans watch every person, every cart, and even every dog. But who do they never suspect? The cows! Let’s make one our messenger.” The group laughed, but Jacques was serious. They painted a small, invisible code on the side of a cow using a mix of milk and lemon juice—when heated, the writing would appear. The code contained crucial information about enemy movements. Then, they sent the cow grazing near the German checkpoint, trusting that the soldiers would never suspect a thing. The plan worked brilliantly… at first. The Germans waved the cow through every time it passed, not even bothering to lo...

  The Case of the Missing Shoes During British rule, a small Indian village near Calcutta had a problem: the new British magistrate, Mr. Wilkinson, was overly strict and completely humorless. He had a reputation for handing out fines for even the smallest offenses, from stepping on a patch of grass to sneezing too loudly in public. One day, the village headman, Ram Singh, came up with a plan to teach the magistrate a lesson. Wilkinson was particularly proud of his expensive, polished leather shoes, which he would leave outside the courtroom whenever he held proceedings—a custom he had adopted from the Indians, though he insisted his shoes be placed on a special pedestal. The next morning, as Wilkinson was presiding over a dispute, Ram Singh quietly slipped into the veranda and tied the magistrate’s shoes to the tails of a nearby cow. The cow, oblivious to the importance of its new accessory, wandered off leisurely into the village. When the session ended, Wilkinson walked out, only...

  The Samurai and the Singing Frog In a small village in Japan during the late Edo period, there lived a proud samurai named Takashi. Takashi was known for his discipline, bravery, and his complete lack of a sense of humor. The villagers often joked that Takashi could scare away a thunderstorm just by glaring at the sky. One summer evening, Takashi decided to practice his swordsmanship by the river. As he stood on the bank, perfecting his graceful strikes, he suddenly heard an unusual sound: a loud and oddly rhythmic croaking. "Ribbit... Ribbit... Takashi is slow. Ribbit... Ribbit... What a terrible blow!" Takashi stopped mid-swing, his eyes narrowing. "Who dares to insult me? Show yourself!" But no one answered. The croaking continued, louder this time. "Ribbit... Ribbit... You call that skill? Ribbit... Ribbit... I've seen a goose with better will!" Fuming, Takashi looked around and finally spotted the culprit: a small, plump frog sitting on a rock, ...

  𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 Isn't it strange that the barometer and standard for societal progress is somehow measured by the extent to which a woman's body can be commodified and marketed?? Our country used to be so modern, so developed and prosperous before the Islamists tool over.. Really?? A quick Google search for "the good old days" in Muslim countries such as Iran, Somalia and Afghanistan (to name but a few, there are many other examples) will bring back countless articles and images boasting of a wonderful era where those societies were so Civilised and Prosperous, yet most of the images are of women in bikini outfits 👙 sporting European hairstyles, legs all out in display posing in a seductive manner while the face is caked up with layers of Maquillage 💄 * Actual images won't be posted here for obvious reasons, but just use your imagination * Is progress measured in Italian designer and European hairstyles, skin bleaching and facial r...

  𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘 There is a common question often posted on social media to test suspected trolls and charlatans claiming to possess knowledge on Islam... "how many Rakaats in Wudhu?" If you are scratching your head at this question, then the rest of this post will not be of any value to you. As for those laughing 🤣 What if the questioner turned to you and asked the following question "How many compulsory acts in Wudhu?" What would be the reaction, realistically and honestly speaking 🤐 There is nothing more satisfying in Islam other than worshipping and engaging in devotional acts towards Allah with sound and clear Knowledge. We are not talking about speculative and subjective debates that delve into the theological branches of higher learning regarding the essence of Allah or the various details pertaining to the descriptions of His attributes. No, we are talking about knowing how to make valid Wudhu and being able to distinguish between a pi...