Once upon a time, a wise man lived in Holland and worked as an Imam and Arabic instructor for the Muslim minority in Denhelder. He was so adorable that he wasn’t only admired by the Muslims but by the Christians as well .One of his good behaviour that he used to deliver flowers and booklets to the dwellers of the town on Fridays. The Imam had got a little daughter who was obsessed with her father’s deed. She was usually giving him a hand by packing flowers as fit as the booklets colours… One rainy Friday, the Imam didn’t want to go out to meet people for fear of the storm, yet the girl protested politely: “but if we don’t make it will God forgive people for the sake of the rain!?“ The father tried to calm down the girl’s enthusiasm, but this was in vain. The little Fatila, for this was her name, hug her dad’s hand and said:“Would you mind letting me do the work alone and come back soon? “The Imam looked at his sweet heart closely then, since she was adorable almost by everyone, he allowed her going provided that she wouldn’t be so late. Fatila went out merrily carrying a backpack and a big umbrella, but in the street, there were no one but the roaring thunder and the whistling wind. She felt disappointed. So, it happened to call up the nearest house. She rang the bell times and times …She waited, and at last, an old lady went out angrily with a pale face, Fatila made a broad smile with a shining morning faces and handed out yellow flowers with a small book whose title is “The road to happiness”. The old women took the book as well as the flowers, bore an odd smile and slammed the door. While Fatila was coming back home, she was hit by a car and passed away at once. The shock was really awful for all who knows her and her kind dad. After few days when the Imam had finished his Friday lecture, an old woman advanced to the Imam and said: “I’m declaring my conversion to Islam. Can I?” “God is the greatest” He replied “go ahead please!” “Lo and behold!” the