Everyone must have heard the name of Shekh Chilli.😅

One day, his neighbors sent a bowl of curry to his house. Shekh Chilli had never seen this curry before. He asked his mother, "What is this?"

The mother replied, "It is called Badiyan (lentil dumplings)."

Shekh Chilli picked up one of the round floating pieces and asked again, "What is this?"

The mother gave a brief reply, "Badi."

Shekh Chilli ate to his heart's content. He liked this food very much. "This is very delicious!"

The next week, Shekh Chilli started throwing a tantrum before his mother, "Mother, I will eat only that food which came from the neighbors' house."

The mother said, "It requires a lot of hard work and time. I have neither the energy nor the strength to grind the lentils. If you are getting so impatient (restless), then go to your in-laws' house on the pretext of bringing your wife back. They will indulge your whims. Make a request to them."

Shekh Chilli became happy and asked his mother, "What was the name of that curry?"

The mother said, "Just say Badiyan or say Badi, they will understand."

Shekh Chilli began preparing to leave. When he got ready, he forgot the name of the curry again and asked his mother, "Mother, I forgot its name, tell me again."

The mother told him again, "Badiyan."

Shekh Chilli said, "If I go there and forget, who will remind me?"

The mother said, "Do one thing: keep repeating 'Badiyan, Badiyan' all along the way."

Shekh Chilli set off. He kept saying, "Badiyan. Badiyan. Badiyan."

On the way, bird-catchers had set up a net. When they heard "Badiyan" (in Urdu/Punjabi 'Badna' means to enter or get trapped, so 'Badiyan' sounded like 'they have entered'), they thought the birds had entered the net. They pulled the net, but it was empty. They beat Shekh Chilli severely.

Shekh Chilli asked, "Why are you beating me?"

They said, "Because you were saying Badiyan, Badiyan."

Shekh Chilli asked, "Then what should I say?"

They said, "You should say, 'Keep coming, keep getting trapped. Keep coming, keep getting trapped.'"

Now Shekh Chilli set off saying, "Keep coming, keep getting trapped. Keep coming, keep getting trapped."

Further ahead in the forest, some thieves were hiding their stolen goods. When they heard "Keep coming, keep getting trapped," they got scared thinking it was a guard who had spotted them. Out of fear, they hid behind a tree. But when they saw that a reckless man was just speaking in his own rhythm, they caught him and beat him severely.

Shekh Chilli asked, "Why are you beating me?"

They said, "Because you say, 'Keep coming, keep getting trapped.'"

Shekh Chilli asked, "Then what should I say?"

They said, "You should say, 'Keep bringing, keep burying.'"

Now Shekh Chilli set off saying, "Keep bringing, keep burying. Keep bringing, keep burying."

Further ahead, a funeral procession was coming. When they heard "Keep bringing, keep burying," they caught Shekh Chilli and beat him severely. "Our young child has died, and you are saying keep bringing, keep burying!"

Shekh Chilli asked while crying, "Then what should I say?"

"You should say, 'May Allah never do this to anyone,'" Shekh Chilli received the reply.

Shekh Chilli set off saying, "May Allah never do this to anyone. May Allah never do this to anyone."

On the way, Shekh Chilli encountered a wedding procession. When they heard Shekh Chilli's chant, they beat him severely.

Shekh Chilli asked, "Why are you beating me?"

They replied, "It is an occasion of joy for us, and you are saying, 'May Allah never do this to anyone!'"

Shekh Chilli asked, "Then what should I say?"

They said, "What is there to say? Just go away quietly."

Shekh Chilli set off. After a short while, he reached his in-laws' house. He received a very grand welcome there. Various kinds of dishes were placed before him. But Shekh Chilli did not touch any food. The in-laws became worried.

They asked, "Did you not like the food? Tell us, what will you eat?"

(Sufyan Tarar)❤️

Shekh Chilli had forgotten the name of the food, so he said, "We will eat only that food."

They asked, "Which food?"

Shekh Chilli said, "We will eat only that food."

Now they started taking the names of different dishes. But every time, Shekh Chilli had the same reply, "We will eat only that food."

The in-laws got fed up and left him to his own devices. At night, Shekh Chilli felt hungry when everyone was asleep. He quietly went to the kitchen and began fumbling for things. An egg came into his hand. While he was still thinking about it, a box fell down with a thud. The family members thought a cat had come, and they rushed toward the kitchen. Shekh Chilli could not find any place to hide the egg, so he quickly stuffed the egg into his mouth.

The mother-in-law came and saw that a tumor/abscess had appeared in her son-in-law's mouth. "Alas, alas! A tumor has appeared in his mouth, that's why he didn't eat food last night either."

At midnight, the Hakim (traditional doctor) was woken up and called to the house. The Hakim arrived and examined him. When he pressed Shekh Chilli's cheek from one side, he shifted the egg to the other side. Now, whichever side the Hakim pressed the cheek, Shekh Chilli would shift the egg to the other side. This process continued for quite a while.

Finally, the Hakim got tired and said, "This is a very big (Badi) and dangerous disease."

As soon as Shekh Chilli heard the word "Badi", he remembered it. Taking the egg out of his mouth, he started shouting, "We will eat Badi! We will eat Badi!"

Shekh Chilli's problem was solved, and so was that of his in-laws.

ارے بھائی!

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The Test of a Future Husband: A Faith-Inspiring Incident

The Test of a Future Husband: A Faith-Inspiring Incident

My brother shared a true incident with me that he heard from a friend, which I am presenting here as a piece of advice for my sisters. One of my relatives has been living in Paris for quite a long time. He is well-employed, but for some reason, he hadn't been able to settle down and start his own family yet. One day, he came to me and brought up the topic of getting married. He was in search of a suitable match. In Arabic terms, he asked me to help him find a "Bint-al-Halal" (a virtuous and righteous girl). I told him not to worry, as various people whose daughters have reached marriageable age keep mentioning it to me, and I would initiate a conversation whenever I found a suitable match. Consequently, I initiated a proposal at one place. The girl's father belongs to Morocco and has been living here for a very long time. The children were born here, which is why the French language has become more dominant for them than Arabic. When I spoke to the father and mother, they said they had no objection as the proposal was suitable. The girl was also around 20 to 21 years old. She was intelligent and educated herself, so they said they would consult her and let us know. The matter progressed, and we were strongly confident that the alliance would definitely take place because the families were of equal status. Eventually, the day came when both parties agreed that the boy and the girl should see each other and have a conversation so that the matter could be finalized. Coincidentally, a railway station was chosen for the meeting. The boy and the girl sat a little distance away to talk. The girl's mother, father, my wife, and I were watching them from afar when suddenly, the girl took out some papers from her purse and placed them in front of the boy. I was very surprised as to what this matter was about. I asked the girl's mother, "What is this?" She replied that, actually, her daughter had prepared a questionnaire to learn about her future husband's private and personal life. In the light of his answers, she would make a decision about making him her life partner. The questions were in both Arabic and French, but French was used more predominantly. My friend was not very well-versed in that language, so he gestured to me from afar and called me over so that I could help him write the answers to those questions. The questionnaire consisted of three pages. On the first page, there were questions about his personal life, such as name, parentage, address, height, weight, profession, education, business, job, whether the house is owned or rented, how many hours he works, how much salary he draws, etc. These were common questions that my friend had answered himself, but the real questions were on the next two pages. Among them, the questions were of the nature: To what extent are you connected to Islam and religion? Do you offer all five daily prayers or not? How much time do you spend in the path of Islam? How much of the Holy Quran have you memorized? How many times a month do you recite the Holy Quran? Which book of Hadith have you read, and how many Ahadith do you remember? Write one page about the rights of spouses (Huquq-uz-Zaujain). Which book on the Seerah (prophetic biography) is currently under your study? Have you ever participated in any religious study circle (Dars)? If yes, who was the Islamic scholar, and which book did you study under him? Aamir Aqqad was saying: I kept reading that girl's questions and kept getting lost in absolute amazement that girls with such deep love for Islam still exist even in this modern environment. There was also a question: Do you desire children? Do you want girls or boys? What will you name the first child born after marriage? What kind of qualities do you like to see in your life partner? What was that questionnaire? In reality, it was a complete exploration of his life and way of thinking. After receiving and reading the answers to these questions, a complete reflection of a person's life undoubtedly becomes entirely visible. "So, did your friend write the correct answers to all these questions?" I asked. The friend replied, "Why not? He tried to give detailed answers to all of them." "Okay, so did this marriage take place or not?" "No, brother! That alliance could not be finalized. The girl was not satisfied with those answers, and she told her parents: I do not want a husband who is not sincere with his Lord. The one who is not loyal to his Creator, how will he treat me tomorrow?" And I was thinking that truly, if our sisters obtain information about their future husband's loyalty and connection to their Lord before making a decision about their future, then their upcoming life will surely pass in an immensely happy and blissful manner. (Narrated — Selected from Islamic Tube Pro App)