The Rewards of Sabr: A Beautiful Islamic Story | Islamic Moral Story | Moral story

In a small beautiful village where there were mud houses, mud streets, greenery of the fields and the loud sound of Azaan rising from the mosque in the evening would attract the attention of the entire village. A poor family lived there. There were three siblings in this house. The elder sister Alia, the elder brother Salar and the youngest

Mahsh Mahsh were still young in age. But life [music] had taught him a lot before time. His complexion was dark, his face was ordinary, his clothes were old and the condition of the house was so bad that it was often difficult to even get two meals a day. Whenever Mahsh passed through the village street wearing her old sheet, many

girls would see it and whisper among themselves. Mahish would listen to everything silently but would never respond to anyone. His mother had passed away many years ago. Father had also left this world due to illness. Now Salar was the only support of the family. Salar worked in the fields day and night and Alia took care of the household chores.

Mahvesh, don't lose heart. Allah [Music] definitely writes something good in everyone's destiny. O sinner, perhaps happiness is not written in my destiny. Mahsh doesn't say that. One should never have any bad thoughts about Allah. [Music] [Music] I'll be patient. One night Mahvi was sitting in the shade looking at the sky. The moon was hidden behind the clouds.

He raised his hands and prayed softly. O Allah, I know that You know best. If I am destined to get married, please give me such a partner. Get ready. A relationship is coming for you.

This is the girl. [Music] Excuse me. [Music]