May 23, 2017

The End of the Story

So far Amal and her friend Lisa have read through many of the princess stories and seen that they all have their problems. What Amal doesn’t realize is that someone has been listening and is being affected by what Lisa and she have been talking about…

Published Nov 1, 2004
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Amal and Lisa's Mothers
Illustration by Aisha

Amal noticed that the princess storybook was closed. “Oh, is that the last story?” she asked, surprised.

“No,” Lisa sighed, “after what you were telling me I don’t really like these stories anymore. I never knew these princesses were so messed up. And all the stories are pretty much the same, aren’t they?”

“Yep. That’s what I’ve noticed, too. The stories my Mom reads to me from the Qur’an and the reports from the Prophet Muhammed (peace and blessings be upon him) are so much more interesting. It’s because they are true stories, with good people in them, and you learn good things when you hear them,” Amal said.

“You are so smart!” Lisa said.

“If I seem smart, it’s only because I’m telling you about the truth.”
“Well, I still say you’re smart,” Lisa said smiling, adding, “I’m hungry. Do you have anything to eat for snacks?”

“But why are you crying?” Lisa asked her mother again, still worried.

“I think we have some chips,” Amal said, and the two girls got up and walked to the kitchen where their mothers were. Amal and Lisa heard Lisa’s mother crying.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Lisa said, running to hug her. Amal’s mother was sitting with her at the table smiling. What could be making Amal’s mother happy and making Lisa’s mother cry?

Lisa’s mother looked up.

“There isn’t anything wrong, Lisa, don’t worry. Sometimes people cry when they’re happy,” she explained. Then she looked at Amal.

“I’ve been listening to you and Lisa read,” she told Amal, “and I’ve been listening to the truth. Your mom and I have been talking about Islam for a while, but it hasn’t been until today that I feel truly convinced, in my heart.” Amal was amazed.

“Lisa’s mother wants to become a Muslim!” Amal’s mother said, excited. Amal smiled wide.

“But why are you crying?” Lisa asked her mother again, still worried.

“Honey, for years I’ve been desperate to find a way that makes sense to worship God. I knew that what I was doing was not the right way for me, so that’s why I stopped taking you there. But now, I see what God wants from me, well, what He wants from everybody.” She turned to Amal’s mother.

“How do you say it, to become a Muslim?” she asked.

“Ash-hadu alaaa” Amal’s mother said.

“Ash-hadu alaaa” Lisa’s mother repeated.

“eelaaha il Allah” Amal’s mother continued, and Lisa’s mother said, “eelaaha il Allah”
“Muhammed-dur-Rasool Allah.”

And Lisa’s mother repeated, “Muhammed-dur-Rasool Allah.”

“Just a minute, sweetie.” Amal’s mother said, and went to her room and came out with one of her best hijaabs.

“Oh, thank you so much,” Lisa’s mother said through her tears, as Amal’s mother put it on her.

“What a great day!” Amal said. “It was so cloudy and rainy, but Allah blessed us with an exciting day in the house! This is way better than a picnic at the park!”

“May Allah show us His blessings every day,” Lisa’s mother said.

“Ameen,” Amal and her mother said. Lisa was quiet. She went and sat back in the living room. Amal followed her, bringing her a bowl of chips.

“Have some,” Amal said. Lisa took a chip and ate it. Lisa looked at her mother in the kitchen.

“Being a Muslim is the best. Do you want to be a Muslim, too?” Amal asked her. Lisa was quiet for a minute, and then she sighed.

“I don’t know yet,” she answered, taking another chip.

“That’s okay,” Amal said.

“We have to go now, Lisa, “ her mother said, “You have to go to the doctor’s in an hour.” Lisa got up.

“Next time I’ll read you one of our stories.” Amal said smiling. Lisa smiled, too.

“They’ve got to be better than that stuff,” Lisa said, pointing to the storybook on the couch.

“Don’t you want it?” Amal asked, picking it up. Lisa frowned.

“Not anymore. You can have it if you want,” Lisa said. “See ya!”

“Okay, bye,” Amal said, “And Asalaamu Alaikum, Miss Stevens!” Amal added to Lisa’s mother.

“You say, ‘Wa Alaikum salaam’,” Amal’s mother said helpfully.

“Wa Alaikum salaam,” Lisa’s mother said, smiling wide.

After they left, Amal gave her mother a big hug.

“Masha Allah! I didn’t know she was interested in Islam,” Amal said surprised.

“Why do you think I’ve been inviting her over?” Amal’s mother said. Amal’s mother noticed the garbage needed to be taken out. Amal brought the storybook and dumped it in the garbage bag. She tied up the bag, and then took it down the hall for her mother.

“Bismillah,” she said as she placed the bag in the chute. As she heard the book falling away, she smiled and said, “Allahu Akbar.”

The End


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

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