There have always been two kinds of men. Those who have plenty
in this life and those who have not. Once upon a time, there were two such men.
One of them was called Masrur and the other was called Maqrur. Often the names
of people suit their situation and so Masrur and Maqmr were well suited to their
Masrur was the richest man in the city and the strongest
one as well. However he was not as rich as Qarun (Korah), and his treasures
were less than those of Qarun by one or two keys.
Indeed Qarun had so much treasure that it was put into chambers.
The keys of those chambers were too heavy for a company of strong men to carry.
In fact it took about seven or eight men just to carry the keys. Masrur only
needed six men to carry his keys.
Now, Maqrur was very poor. He did not even possess a key for
his small wooden hut that he had inherited from his grandfather. In wintertime
it was enough for him to place a rock behind his door to keep it closed at
Actually most of the authors are used to write in the
preface of their novels that the names of their heroes and the events that are
to be narrated do not actually exist in reality, they only take
Place within the authors' imagination. Any resemblance
between the names of these characters and that of living human beings is not
meant at all. What to write then in the preface of our story?
Our story has got imaginary names but real events that are true
to life. Perhaps those events have not yet taken place but undoubtedly, one day
they will take place. The matter is very perplexing but it is realistic.
These stories are based on real life events and situations
that face mankind on a daily basis. It is hoped that by reading them, you will
benefit from the wisdom of some and the mistakes of others. May Allah make us
wise enough to not repeat the mistakes of others.
Our story starts in wintertime on a stormy night. The
clouds hung low concealing the faint light of the moon and the wind blew
roughly. Such violent weather conjured up fearful thoughts within even the most
hardened hearts. The strong wind moved the rock that had been put behind the
door to keep it closed. Thus, the wooden door of Maqrur was opened; the wind
went through the hut and blew out the filament of the light bulb.
Maqrur got up very quickly and took away the sheepskin blanket
he had huddled under; he was shivering as the wind whipped his bones. Then he
hurried towards the door to close it and put the rock behind it again. He
rested his bare feet upon the rock for a while and waited till the wind calmed
down. Then he returned to his bed trembling from fear and cold.