God!!! Speak To Me

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of
Quranic Studies. The Muslim had shared about listening
to Allah and obeying Allah through intuition. The
young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still
speak to people through intuition?'

After Lessons, he went out with some friends for
coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several
different ones talked about how Allah had led them in
different ways and that at the end you'll know it was
Allah (SWT) Who has directed you. It was about ten
o'clock when the young man started driving home.

Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'Allah...If
you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen.
I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had
the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of
milk. He shook his head and said out loud, 'Allah is
that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward
home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk
came into his head. 'Okay,
Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It
didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He
could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased
the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge,
'Turn Down that street.'

This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the
intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down
Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned
back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said
out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.' He drove several
blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He
pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a
semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but
it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The
businesses were closed and most of the houses looked
dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he
sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people
in the house across the street.' The young man looked
at the house. It was dark and it looked like the
people were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open the door and then sat back in the
car seat. 'Allah, this is insane. Those people are
asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad
and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should
go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door,
'Okay Allah (SWT), if this is you, I will go to the
door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to
look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient.
I guess that will count for something, but if they
don't answer right away, I am out of here.'

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He
could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled
out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door
opened before the young man could get away. The man
was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked
like he just got out of bed.

He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem
too happy to have some stranger standing on his
doorstep. 'What is it?' The young man thrust out the
gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.'

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then
from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk
toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding
a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears
streaming down his face. The man began speaking and
half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big
bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't
have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and
asking Allah (SWT) to show me how to get some milk.'

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send
an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?' The young man
reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money
he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and
walked back toward his car and the tears were
streaming down his face. He knew that Allah (SWT)
still answers prayers.