{"id":37,"date":"2014-09-24T09:29:45","date_gmt":"2014-09-24T09:29:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themes.tielabs.com\/sahifa5\/?p=37"},"modified":"2025-09-23T09:12:00","modified_gmt":"2025-09-23T09:12:00","slug":"anas-and-the-boy-who-learned-to-love-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taletomoon.com\/index.php\/islamic-stories\/anas-and-the-boy-who-learned-to-love-service\/","title":{"rendered":"Anas and the Boy Who Learned to Love Service"},"content":{"rendered":"

Omar sighed, a big, long sigh that made his shoulders droop. He was sitting on the floor of his living room, surrounded by a mountain of building blocks, toy cars, and action figures. His little sister, Layla, had just finished a whirlwind of playtime, and the mess was epic.<\/p>\n

\u201cOmar,\u201d his mom called gently from the kitchen. \u201cPlease help clean up. Dinner will be ready soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar groaned. \u201cBut, Mom, I\u2019m tired! And Layla made most of the mess.\u201d He pushed a bright red car with his foot, sending it skidding into a pile of blocks. It felt like a giant, impossible chore.<\/p>\n

His mom walked in, and instead of getting upset, she sat down on the floor right beside him. She picked up a small green block and smiled. \u201cYou know, I once knew a boy who was just about your age. He was asked to do something, too, and it turned into one of the most beautiful friendships in history.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Omar’s Reluctance<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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\"The
The Promise of a Story<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Omar\u2019s ears perked up. \u201cReally? Who?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHis name was Anas ibn Malik<\/b>,\u201d Mom said, her voice soft and warm. \u201cHe lived a long, long time ago in a city called Medina, and he was a very special boy. When Anas was only eight years old, his mother, Umm Sulaym, took him by the hand and walked him to the home of the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar\u2019s eyes grew wide. He knew about the Prophet Muhammad from his Quran class.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnas\u2019s mother looked at the Prophet and said, \u2018O Messenger of Allah, every man and woman of the Ansar has given you a gift. I have nothing to give you except this boy. Please accept him as your servant. He can help you with your daily tasks.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar frowned a little. \u201cA servant?\u201d he asked. \u201cLike, he had to work?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, but not like a chore you don\u2019t want to do,\u201d Mom explained. \u201cIt was an honor. Anas was so happy to live with the Prophet and help him. From that day on, his life changed completely. For ten whole years, he lived in the Prophet\u2019s home. He would run errands, prepare things for him, and simply be a help in any way he could.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Anas
Anas Meets the Prophet<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mom picked up a yellow block and started stacking it on the green one. \u201cNow, here\u2019s the most amazing part. Anas was a boy, just like you. Sometimes, boys get distracted. One afternoon, the Prophet sent Anas on an errand. Anas was on his way, walking through the streets of Medina, when he saw some other boys playing. They were laughing and running, and they invited him to join their game.\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar nodded. He knew exactly what that was like. Sometimes his friends would call him to play outside, and he would forget all about his chores.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnas forgot about his errand,\u201d Mom continued. \u201cHe started playing with his friends. The sun was getting low in the sky when he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned around, and there was the Prophet Muhammad, standing behind him. The Prophet wasn’t angry. He wasn\u2019t yelling. He just had the kindest smile on his face.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"The
The Distracted Boy<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Omar leaned in closer, captivated by the story.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Prophet looked at Anas and said, in the softest voice, \u2018O little Anas, did you go where I sent you?\u2019 Anas felt a little bit of shame, and he quickly said, \u2018Yes, I will go now!\u2019 And he ran off to finish his task.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom paused and looked at Omar. \u201cDo you know what Anas said about the Prophet years and years later? He told everyone, \u2018I served the Prophet for ten years, and he never once said a harsh word to me. He never said, \u2018Why did you do that?\u2019 or \u2018Why didn\u2019t you do that?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar\u2019s eyes were wide with wonder. \u201cHe never got mad?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever,\u201d Mom said, her voice full of admiration. \u201cThe Prophet understood that a boy is a boy. He knew that when you do things with a good heart, even if you make a mistake, it\u2019s still a good thing. And Anas, because he loved the Prophet so much, found joy in helping him. It wasn\u2019t a chore anymore; it was an act of love.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom gently nudged a toy car toward Omar. \u201cJust like helping Layla isn\u2019t just a chore. It\u2019s an act of kindness. It\u2019s helping your family. It\u2019s a way of serving the people you love.\u201d<\/p>\n

Omar looked at the mess, but this time, he didn\u2019t see a mountain of impossible work. He saw all the toys he and Layla had played with. He remembered her giggles as they built a tall tower together. The sigh he had sighed before felt silly now. He thought about Anas, a boy his age, who had the honor of helping the greatest man in history.<\/p>\n

He picked up a handful of blocks and put them in their bin. Then another handful. He started to hum a little tune as he worked. When he got to the toy cars, he stacked them neatly in a row, just like he imagined Anas would have stacked things for the Prophet.<\/p>\n

By the time his dad came in, the living room was tidy. Layla\u2019s mess was gone, and the room was bright and clean.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow, great job, Omar!\u201d his dad said.<\/p>\n

Omar smiled. He felt a little tired, but it was a good tired. It was the kind of feeling you get when you\u2019ve done something good for someone else. He had done his chore, but it hadn\u2019t felt like one at all. It had felt like helping, just like Anas had helped the Prophet Muhammad, with a willing heart and a happy spirit.<\/p>\n

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