May 23, 2017

Amal and Aladdin (Part 1)

Amal and Lisa now come to the story of Aladdin: What kinds of things will Amal advise now? Read on and find out!

Published Feb 19, 2006
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Amal and
Illustration by Aisha

Of course, again, the story had magic in it. There was a ‘magic’ lamp that this man wanted to find. He was a magician and he used witchcraft to find where he could get the lamp. The boy named Aladdin found the lamp instead of the magician.

By accident the boy rubbed it and a genie came out and told Aladdin he would give him everything he wanted in three wishes.

“Genie sounds like jinn!” Lisa remembered.

I just rubbed this lamp, and it came out. It asked me to make three wishes

“This is an evil jinn, a shaytan, I can tell. Allah created him and he’s lying, telling Aladdin that he himself will give him whatever he wants.” Amal said, disgusted.

“Only three wishes, though.” Lisa reminded her.

“Who cares how many? He can’t even give him ‘salaams’ unless Allah had allowed him to. If Allah had planned that Aladdin would be poor his whole life, this shaytan couldn’t give Aladdin anything even if Aladdin wished a million wishes!” Amal said.

Then Amal felt hotter suddenly. Then she felt her feet sinking into the sand. Then, to her right, she saw Aladdin talking to the big blue jinn.

“Ya Rab-bee!” Amal exclaimed. “A’uthu billehu minash-shaytawnir-rajeem.” She wasn’t scared. She didn’t think she had ever seen a shaytan in any form before. She wondered if she should even talk to it.

“Hey!” Aladdin shouted to her. Too late, she thought to herself. She began walking towards the two.

“Yes,” Amal answered.

“Look at this thing!” Aladdin said, excited.

“I see it.” Amal said, trying not to look.

“I just rubbed this lamp, and it came out. It asked me to make three wishes,” Aladdin said. “What do you think I should wish for?”

Now Amal was a Muslim girl, so she didn’t see why she should have a conversation with this boy, especially asking shaytan for his wishes.

“Aladdin, I am a Muslim girl. I don’t believe in asking shaytan for my wishes. I’m not going to talk to you.” Amal said. Aladdin shrugged.

“Fine. I’ll go ask my friends what I should wish for,” Aladdin said to Amal, then turned to the shaytan,

“Are you going to stay here to wait for me?”

“Oh sure”, the evil jinn said, hovering like smoke above the ground. Aladdin ran off into the city streets. Amal recited Surah al-Falaq and Surah an-Naas.

“What are you saying?” the evil jinn asked Amal, as she finished Surah an-Naas:

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
I seek refuge in the Lord of mankind,
The God of mankind,
The King of mankind,
From the evil of the whisperer when he whispers in the hearts of men,
From among jinn and from among men.

The jinn became smaller. “How do you know about the jinn?” he asked her.

“I’m a Muslim,” Amal said, “there’s a lot about Jinns in the Qur’an, our book of revelation.”

“I’ve heard of Muslims,” the shaytan said, “we don’t have as much success playing with them.”

“I guess not,” Amal said, “Aladdin might be fooled, but I know you can’t give him anything that he doesn’t already have written for him by Allah,” Amal said, “And so you have him making shirk with Allah.”

The jinn laughed. “What’s wrong with that? I only whisper to him things so that he feels glad to do what he likes!”

“But he should be doing what Allah is pleased with, not what pleases his own self.” Amal said, “and so should you,” she added.

“What’s fun about that?” the shaytan asked.

“This life is the only one we have before the Judgement Day. Are you only excited about what’s fun all the time? Your fun could bring you to the hellfire. It’s really no fun in there.”

The shaytan had nothing to say. It waited.

“You know you were created for a better reason than to trick humans into going to the hellfire. You could get to Paradise. It’s not too late, because you’re still alive.” Amal explained. She knew there were Muslim jinns. She hoped that Allah would guide this one to Islam.

“It doesn’t feel right somehow,” the jinn said, “to trick the humans. It’s what I’ve been doing for centuries, though. I don’t know what else to do!”

“Submit to Allah right now and Allah will make it easy for you to learn how to obey Him. You earn hellfire if you don’t. Think about all the souls you helped bring to the wrong way. Allah will forgive you all your past sins when you become a Muslim and try to please Him. That’s a great start!” Amal explained.

“Ash-hadu anlaaa ilaha il Allah wa ash-hadu anna Muhammad ar-rasool Allah.” the jinn said.

“I’m sure you can find some of your people to teach you about Islam,” Amal said, pleased.

The jinn nodded. “What should I do about Aladdin?” the jinn said.

“I don’t know, “ Amal said, “maybe you can talk to him about Islam?” she suggested.

“I think I should go learn about it myself.” The jinn said. “Asalaamu Alaikum,” he called, then was gone very fast.

“Wa Alaikum salaam,” Amal called. Usually this would be the time she’d be back on the couch next to Lisa, but she wasn’t.

Why hasn’t Amal gone back to her couch? Is there something else she needs to do inside this story? What happened next? Find out in the next part!


Story (c) Sakina bint Erik Marx. See sister Sakina's website at:

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