Allahﷻ Al Hadi

Auto-generated transcript:SubhanAllah, may Allah bless him. He said this wonderful thing about Allah SWT being Al-Hadi and this is absolutely true. And so I will want to tell you three stories of how Allah SWT gives Hidayah. Allah gives Hidayah without any help from us. Allah does not need our help. First story is here in ISWM. One day I am sitting after Sahad al-Asr in the Masjid. There is almost nobody there, just one person. One little kid comes. He must be about maybe, I was like two connected to one. One day I am sitting there. Two kids come. One is probably about 13 and the second one must be about 11 or 12. So he comes and this is one, the older one. He says, who is the Sheikh? So I said, I am the Sheikh. He catches the other one, brings him here. He said, give him Shahada. I said, what? He said, you are a nutty or something. What do you give Shahada? He said, no, he wants to become Muslim. I said, who is he? He is my friend. I said, who are you? So he tells me some name. I said, where did you come from? He said, Springfield. Springfield. How did you come? On my bicycle. I said, you both rode on... No, no, no. I brought him on my bicycle. This kid rides with the other kid on his bicycle from Springfield to West Springfield. And he says, give him Shahada. So I said, who am I to stop with? If Allah says this, well, well. Later on my friends told me that kid is 12 years old. How can he give Shahada? He says, I don't care. As far as I am concerned, he brought him here. He said, Allah has sent him my gift. Another time, one comes from West Springfield High School, which is just up the road from us. He came and he said, I want to become Muslim. He must be around 14. What is your name? He said, Devin. But the way he said, I am sitting in the masjid, somebody says Devin, I hear Devil. So I said, Devil has come to become Muslim. He said, this is pretty good. So I said, what? He said, Devin. So, okay. So I said, why do you want to become Muslim? He said, no, I like Islam. I said, what do you mean, like Islam? Sort of, you know, orange flavor or something. What do you mean, Islam? He knew a lot. I said, how do you know all this? Oh, my friends are there and I have been talking to the friends and so on and so on. So, he became Muslim. Somewhere he gets a Palestinian scarf. And next thing I know, I see him and I am thinking like this is some malak which has descended. He is wearing complete white and he has got this Palestinian scarf and so on. The only thing missing is a topia kufi. So I said, he looks beautiful. So I said to him, what can I give you? He said, can I have your cap? So I said, here, take it. Has he? What is our effort in this? Third story. I started my career in 1979, Guyana in South America. And at the age of 21, I was the de facto mayor of a mining town on the bank of the river Babies in the Amazonian rainforest. So when 21 year old kids come and tell me that they did this or that, I said, you know, it takes a lot to impress me, believe me. Because at your age, I was running a mining town. So I don't think you are anywhere going to impress me with what basketball you played or something. Who cares? So, I had a manager there called Nick Adams, James Nicholas Adams. Nick Adams was absolutely the most beautiful human being on the face of the earth. Absolutely wonderful human being. And he was, I mean, he was so particular about me following Islam and so on that, I mean, this not eating Zabiyal, not modern or new, you know, Kiri kumnai brein, which most people think it is. I have never unknowingly eaten anything which is not Zabiyal. So I, what he used to do among things, he would call me one day, he would say, please come and there would be a whole crate of chickens. You know, 50 or none of you would say 20 chickens. He would say, Zabiyal for all of them and we'll clean them and you put them in the freezer for when you come to eat with us, we cook this chicken for you. So to that extent, very, very West Indian, West Indian African man, wonderful human being. And my constant thing in my heart was, Allah give him Islam, Allah give him Islam. Now, I never presented Islam to him when I was in Ghana. I was too busy working and hunting and fishing. Every weekend I used to go hunting and fishing. So that never happened and we left. Now, this was 1979 to 1983. Then in 19, must have been 2000, not 90, but 2010 or something, I knew Nick had moved to New York. So I contacted him and so on. I said, come in to meet you. I go there and I meet him. He is a doorman in one of the buildings in Brooklyn. Now this man was my boss in Ghana. So I was the assistant administrative manager. So I was de facto mayor of the town, which means what was he, right? Very big powerful position and with all the, you know, the hoo-ha that goes with it. And he is a doorman in this building. I almost wept. Anyway, I hope I didn't show that in my face. So I met him and I said, Nick, how are you? He said, oh, I am fantastic. So I said, what are you talking about man? I mean, I know you, I have seen you for the last 20 years, 25 years from there to here and you are saying you are fantastic. I didn't say all this to him. This is in my heart. I am asking myself, we are talking about people making sugar. Look at this man, sugar. So I said, Nick, I mean, yeah, good, but he said, you know, I have a job. He said, I am now 75. He said, I am in a lobby, which is heated and in the winter and it is cooled in the summer. So I don't have to go on the street. All I have to do is sit here and press a button, door open, door closes. I am very grateful for this. Now in this building was an old lady who used to live on the top one of the flats alone. She had a son, son lived somewhere else and this lady was by herself. So every once in a while, and Nick told me this story, every once in a while this lady would phone down and she said, Nick, I am here. She said, Nick, do you mind? There was a McDonald's across the street. I said, I am here. She said, Nick, I am here. I said, I am here. She said, Nick, I am here. She said, Nick, do you mind? There was a McDonald's across the street. I said, do you mind getting me something from McDonald's? So Nick would go and he would bring something from McDonald's and take it to our flat. Now his other colleagues, the other doorman there, they objected. They said, you are setting a needless precedent. She has no business telling you, you are not her servant. You are the doorman. You don't have to go there. You don't have to listen to her. Tell her to go fly a kite. You know, she wants to go to McDonald's and let her order, let her do. Nick tells me, why must I do all this? I mean this is a poor old woman. She needs some help. I help her. What is everybody's problem? They say, why do you go in the cold? He says, I go in the cold. I am not asking you to go in the cold, right? So what is your problem? I want to go in the cold. I go in the cold. This lady died. Two or three days later, funeral over, her son comes. And he says, Mr. Adams, my mother has left a will and in the will she says that if you want to live in her flat, you and your wife can live in her flat until you die, for the rest of your life, rent free. And I came only to request you, her furniture is all there in the flat. If you want me to remove all that, I can remove it. But then I have to take it to store it somewhere. So, with your permission, if you don't mind using it, please use it. Nick tells me, we ran out of our home lease the previous week and we had to find a house. I was like, you know, free in Brooklyn. One of the very fancy buildings, flat on top, rent free for the rest of your life. He said, I am so grateful to God. Two or three years pass, Nick gets cancer. A terminal. I am in India. I phoned him from India. I said, Nick, how are you? Oh, I am fantastic. He is fantastic. Alhamdulillah, I am very, very happy. He didn't say Alhamdulillah. He said, I am very grateful to God. He says, the man has got terminal cancer. I said, Nick, are you in pain? Yeah, but you know, they give me medicines and so on. So, I speak to the Catholic. The Catholic says he is in tremendous pain. And they give him the medicines. He is kind of sedated. When he comes to, he is in pain. He doesn't say one word about that. So, Dr. Ali Hazarajee was going to New York. Many of you know him. A lot of you know him. So, I called Ali and I said, please go and meet Nick Adams and present this laundry. Because the man is like, he is, you know, he is a very nice man. So, Dr. Ali went to his house. And Dr. Ali described this whole thing to me. He said Nick was on his bed. He was completely bedded. He couldn't, you know, get up or sit or anything. He was on bed. So, he was on the bed. Ali was sitting here. Nick's wife, Kathleen, was sitting there. And their sister in law, Nick's, Kathleen's sister, Desiree, was on her computer in the room in one corner. So, her computer was facing the wall. She was facing the wall. So, Ali said, I went and I sat with them and I presented Islam to them. And everything I say, Nick says, yes, that's right. I said, do you believe that? Yes, I believe that. Do you think, you know, Jesus is son of God? He says, no. He is a prophet of God? Yes. And there is no one worthy of worship except Allah, except the one who created us? Yes. So, everything, yes, yes, yes, yes, Nick and Kathleen. So, Ali said, well, you know, then you are Muslim. I mean, you accept all of these things. So, then he said, Ali said, are you willing to take the Shahadah? Will you repeat after me? He said, yes. And Ali gave him the Shahadah. He and his wife both accepted Islam. Ali says, Desiree was facing the wall throughout this whole thing. So, Ali says, well, you know, Alhamdulillah, you both are, you are both Muslim. You both accepted Islam, Alhamdulillah. But Desiree, I am not sure if she heard this conversation. Desiree spins around. She says,