May 23, 2017

Amal and Belle

In this part, Amal meets Belle, the Beauty in Beauty and the Beast. See the da’wah Amal gives to both the princess and her neighbor as they read...

Published Feb 20, 2006
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Amal and Belle
Illustration by Aisha

Lisa told Amal that this story was about a prince who was turned into a monster by a witch. All the people in the castle were also changed; the witch transformed them into things like teapots and feather dusters. Basically, Lisa explained, the whole time the beast is trying to break the witch’s spell by getting Belle to love him.

“Laaa ilaaha il Allah!” Amal exclaimed, “Can’t these people make a story with no witches?” Amal was getting irritated. Every storybook princess didn’t have father and mother. They all had no idea about Allah, scared of everything. They showed their bodies all the time, because they only seemed interested in having some man like them! Amal was beginning to think that these stories were really all the same.

“The people who make these stories are trying to lead people away from Allah. Only Allah can give and take somebody’s life.” Amal said.

“But the witch put this spell on him, and they broke it.” Lisa argued.

God created you to worship Him. If He created you to worship Him, wouldn’t He hear you when you pray?

“And if that ever happened, it all happened because Allah had planned it that way. But the witches are still doing evil and will go to the hellfire anyway because they are disobeying Allah.”

Amal and Lisa sat together quietly and looked at the picture which shows Belle crying because the Beast seems dead. Then the storm grew louder and Amal heard the rain. She looked around and saw dark storm clouds. And beside her she saw Belle, the Beauty, sitting beside the big hairy Beast. Belle was too upset to notice Amal.

“Excuse me,” Amal said to Belle.

“Oh! Who are you?” Belle said, surprised.

“My name is Amal. Why are you crying?” Amal asked. Belle sniffed.

“My friend is dying,” Belle said.

“Are you praying for him?” Amal asked. Belle looked with a blank stare at Amal.

“What good will that do?” Belle said. Amal almost laughed.

“That’s the only thing that would do any good. Do you think crying is going to help?” Amal answered.

“I’m telling him not to die. I’m telling him I love him.” Belle said softly.

“He can’t make himself alive. Why don’t you talk to the one who gave him life in the first place?” Amal suggested.

“Do you mean God?” Belle said, surprised.

“Of course. Call on Him alone and pray sincerely to Him.” said Amal.

“God doesn’t hear little old me.” Belle explained.

“Yes He does!” Amal said, amazed. “God created you to worship Him. If He created you to worship Him, wouldn’t He hear you when you pray?” Amal asked. She could feel her shoes getting wet on the inside.

“Please stop arguing. I tell you crying won’t do any good. Isn’t the One who created everything able to answer your prayers?” Amal said loudly, over the noise of the thunder.

“Dear God,” Belle said, “allow my friend to live.” Belle said simply with her head low. Amal made a du’a.

“Ya Allah, remove the witchcraft from this place and make these people believers in You alone.” Belle and Amal watched as everyone became the way they had been before the spell. The people were just realizing the spell had been broken when Amal stood up to make an announcement.

“The One, True God Who created you all took the spell away to give you all a chance at Paradise. Show your gratefulness to Him by doing this,” Amal said to the people, then she made sujood. The prince, Belle, and all the others made the sujood after her.

“Oh, is it time for you to pray now?” Lisa asked . Amal was in sujood in front of the couch. Amal, with her forehead on the carpet, realized she was again in her house.

“Uh, you don’t have to be praying to do this,” Amal said, getting up and thinking fast, “when you feel happy about something, you can do that and thank Allah, just like that, without even washing before.”

“Oh!” Lisa remarked, then asked, “What do you say when you pray?”

“Some of it is from the Qur’an, but other parts are from the reports of what the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, used to say.” Amal explained.

“You say the same things he used to say?” Lisa asked.

“Yep. He knew the best way to pray.” Amal answered.

“Cool.” Lisa remarked, then flipped the page. They saw a girl who was dressed a little like Amal.

“Is this a Muslim?” Lisa asked. Amal wondered. Could a Muslim story be possibly inside this book?

“Let’s read it and see,” Amal said, “There’s more to being a Muslim than looking like one,” she remarked.


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