Halloween story for muslim kids: This is a powerful Islamic tale about courage, faith, and choosing truth over tradition. Learn about Islamic values and why Muslim families choose alternatives to Halloween. For more Islamic stories for kids, visit our collection.

Chapter One: The Whispering Wind – A Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

Zara loved mysteries. At twelve years old, she carried a notebook everywhere, its corners bent from adventures and its pages crowded with questions only a true Truth Seeker would ask. Her little brother Sami, eight and endlessly curious, had just started his own notebook, a tiny blue one with a sticker that read: “Seek the truth; Allah will guide you.” They both wore matching green backpacks with a crescent moon emblem that their Baba had sewn on.

It was late October in Crescent Springs, the small town where trees curled like question marks and autumn leaves skittered along sidewalks like playful cats. Everywhere they walked, the world was dressed in orange and black. There were plastic skeletons in windows, fake cobwebs on bushes, and grinning pumpkins with candles inside. A cool wind weaved through the streets, carrying whispers of an approaching night when costumes would hide faces and strangers would knock on doors for candy.

“Zara,” Sami said as a gust pulled at his scarf, “are we going to trick-or-treat this year? Everyone in my class is talking about it.”

Zara glanced at the pumpkin on the porch next door. The carved eyes were triangles, the mouth jagged like teeth. It was supposed to be funny, but it made the shadows look sharp. “I don’t know,” she said. “We have to learn more first. Remember what Mama says? ‘A Muslim’s heart seeks truth, not trends.’ Let’s be Truth Seekers.”

Sami straightened. “Truth Seekers!”

They bumped fists and marched forward, their steps making soft drumbeats on the sidewalk.

At the corner, the wind seemed to speak. Not like a voice, but like a hush that carried meaning. Zara paused. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Sami tucked closer to her.

“It sounded like… ‘Ask why.’”

Sami’s eyes grew round. “Ask why what?”

“Why Halloween,” Zara said, “and what it really is. If we’re going to make good choices, we need to understand. That’s what Truth Seekers do.”

They agreed to begin their quest that afternoon. They would ask people they trusted, compare what they learned to Islamic values, and then decide together. No rushing. No copying what everyone else did. Truth first.

Chapter Two: The Library Lantern – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

The town library smelled like paper and adventure. Sunlight poured through tall windows, making dust glimmer like tiny stars. Mrs. Noor, the librarian, waved from behind her desk. She wore a sky-blue hijab and had a smile as warm as tea.

“What brings the Truth Seekers today?” she asked.

“We’re investigating Halloween,” Zara said. “We want to know its origins and what it means. We want to know if it fits with who we are as Muslims.”

Mrs. Noor’s eyes softened with pride. “That’s a noble quest.” She led them to a quiet corner where the history books lived. “Once, Halloween began as a festival where people believed the spirits of the dead could visit the living. They tried to scare away what they feared with costumes and fires. Over time, it changed shapes—ancient beliefs mixed with later customs until it became a night of make-believe, fear, and treats.”

Sami tilted his head. “But it’s just fun now, right?”

Mrs. Noor considered. “Fun isn’t always harmless, dear. Ask: What message is the fun carrying? What does it cheer for? What does it teach your heart to love?”

Zara wrote in her notebook: Origins: ancient beliefs; fear celebrated; spirits; costumes to confuse and scare. “How does that fit with Islamic values, Mrs. Noor?”

“Islam teaches tawhid—worship of Allah alone,” Mrs. Noor said. “We don’t mimic practices that started in beliefs we don’t share. We don’t celebrate fear or make friends with what frightens hearts. Our Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, taught us to be truthful, to avoid imitating what goes against our faith, and to hold tight to our identity. And remember: the Qur’an teaches us to be people of truth and sincerity.”

Sami scribbled: Be truthful. Don’t copy what’s wrong. Choose what pleases Allah.

Mrs. Noor pulled out a small lantern from her desk drawer and switched it on. A soft, steady light glowed. “Truth is like this,” she said. “It doesn’t need to be scary. It shines quietly. That’s why we carry the lantern of knowledge. Now, what else will you explore?”

“The jack-o’-lanterns,” Zara said, looking at the grinning pumpkin on a library poster. “Why do they look so… angry?”

Mrs. Noor nodded. “In many stories, the jack-o’-lantern was meant to frighten or trick. It invites fear, and fear grows quickly when fed. As Muslims, we prefer courage born of trust in Allah. We don’t decorate our homes with fear.”

Zara drew a lantern beside her notes, its light like a gentle promise.

Chapter Three: The Candy Question – halloween story for muslim kids

On their way home, they passed kids trying on costumes in a shop window—a pirate, a ghost, a witch with a crooked hat. A sign advertised “Trick or Treat Night! Knock on doors—fill your bag—no limits!”

“‘Trick or treat,’” Sami read aloud, tasting the words. “It sounds like a game.”

Zara curled her finger under the words on the sign. “‘Trick’ means a lie or a threat. It’s like saying, ‘Give me candy, or else.’ Even as a joke, it teaches the heart something wrong.”

“Is it… cheating?” Sami asked quietly.

“It can be,” Zara said. “When we pretend to be someone else to get treats, or use a threat to get what we want, that isn’t truth. Islam teaches honesty. We don’t pretend our way into gifts, and we don’t pressure people to give us things.”

They rounded a corner and found Baba fixing Mr. Larkin’s fence. Baba looked up, his hands dusted with wood shavings, his eyes smiling. “Truth Seekers, what mystery today?”

“Halloween,” Zara said. “We’re gathering clues.”

Baba leaned on the fence. “Good. Do you know what the Prophet, peace be upon him, taught us? Whoever cheats is not from us. And the Qur’an warns us against falsehood. A Muslim’s honor is in truth. Even if the world points one way, we walk the path of Allah.”

Sami’s fingers tightened on his notebook. “So ‘trick or treat’ is like… sneaking a prize?”

“Or pressuring for it,” Baba said kindly. “And when fear becomes decoration, the heart can become numb to it. But your hearts are made for remembrance, for courage, for mercy.” He tapped their backpacks gently. “Keep seeking. The truth is a friend who never misleads.”

Chapter Four: The Club of Truth Seekers – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

That evening, Zara and Sami gathered with their two best friends, Ayaan and Layla, in the backyard. They had made a club sign with copper letters: The Truth Seekers. A tiny solar lamp glowed in the center of their circle like a campfire.

Ayaan adjusted his glasses. “I did some research, too,” he said. “Did you know that many Halloween games came from trying to predict the future? In Islam, we don’t play with that. We trust Allah and leave the unseen to Him.”

Layla shivered. “I don’t like the scary decorations. They make my little sister cry.”

Zara spread their notes like treasure maps. “We’ve learned: Halloween started with ideas we don’t share. The jack-o’-lantern’s job is to spread fear. ‘Trick or treat’ teaches a form of cheating—getting something by pressure or pretending. Islam calls us to truth, courage, and a strong identity.”

Sami lifted his chin. “So what now?”

“We make a choice,” Zara said. “But first, one more clue. We need to visit someone very wise.”

“Teacher Hafsa?” Ayaan guessed.

Zara grinned. “Teacher Hafsa.”

Chapter Five: The Mentor on the Hill – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

Teacher Hafsa lived near the top of Crescent Hill where the wind drew soft lines through the trees. Her porch was a mosaic of potted herbs, and the air always smelled like mint and rain.

She welcomed them with warm milk and honey. “Truth Seekers,” she said, her voice a gentle bell. “Your faces look serious. Tell me, what weighs on your minds?”

Zara explained everything. When she mentioned the lantern, Teacher Hafsa’s eyes twinkled. “Light is a beautiful friend,” she said. “But it must burn in the heart, not just on the porch.”

“We’re deciding about Halloween,” Layla said. “We want to be strong Muslims. But we also don’t want to feel left out.”

Teacher Hafsa nodded slowly. “A wise person once said, ‘If you follow the crowd, you’ll get no further than the crowd.’ Islam teaches us to be leaders in goodness. The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, taught truth, bravery, and kindness. He taught us to avoid imitating people in what goes against our faith.”

Sami traced a circle on his cup. “Sometimes, when the whole class is excited, I feel a pull. Like the wind.”

“That pull is real,” Teacher Hafsa said. “It is called peer pressure. But you were given something stronger: your iman—your faith. Every time you choose Allah’s pleasure over people’s approval, your faith grows. And your heart becomes a home for courage.”

Ayaan raised a hand. “Teacher, what should we say if someone asks us why we don’t do Halloween?”

“Say it with kindness and confidence,” she replied. “You can say: ‘We’re Muslims, and we don’t celebrate Halloween because it started with beliefs we don’t follow. We don’t decorate with fear, and we don’t go door-to-door asking for treats with tricks. We choose truth, courage, and remembrance of Allah.’ Then invite them to join you for something better.”

“Something better?” Sami leaned forward.

Teacher Hafsa smiled. “Plan a Night of Light. Fill it with knowledge, games of honesty, service to neighbors, and gratitude to Allah. Light candles of kindness—figuratively speaking—by doing good deeds. Replace fear with remembrance.”

The Truth Seekers looked at one another, eyes bright.

Chapter Six: The Challenge – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

News of their plan spread quickly. Some kids laughed. “A Night of Light? That sounds boring,” said Dylan from Zara’s class. “Halloween has costumes and piles of candy.”

Zara felt a tremor in her heart. “Come and see before you decide,” she said calmly. “We believe light can outshine fear.”

Others were kinder but confused. “Why say no to Halloween?” asked Maya. “It’s just pretend.”

Zara answered the way Teacher Hafsa taught: “Because our faith teaches us not to copy what began with other beliefs, and not to make fun out of fear or cheating. We choose what brings us closer to Allah.”

That night, the Truth Seekers gathered supplies. They made invitations with a gold star and a line of Qur’an in beautiful calligraphy: “And say: The truth has come, and falsehood has vanished. Indeed, falsehood is ever bound to vanish.” They planned games of honesty, a story circle, and a service project—baking bread rolls to share with a shelter nearby. Instead of masks, they made name badges with qualities they wished to grow: Courage, Kindness, Honesty, Patience.

But the wind had one more test.

On the morning of their event, the sky turned the color of old pennies. The wind whooshed through town, toppling a rack of fake spiderwebs onto the sidewalk. A carved jack-o’-lantern rolled off a porch and thudded near Zara’s shoes. It rocked and stopped, staring with its jagged grin.

Sami picked it up. “It’s heavy,” he said. “And it smells like… burnt fear.”

Zara ran her fingers over the carved lines. “It wants us to think fear is fun,” she whispered. “But we know better. We won’t build our joy on fear.” She set the pumpkin gently aside, as if returning a storybook to the wrong shelf.

They went to Teacher Hafsa’s to set up, but a new challenge awaited. A flyer had blown across their welcome banner and stuck there, flapping. Zara peeled it off. “Costume Contest Tonight! Grand Prize: Tower of Candy!”

A gasp moved through their group.

Ayaan scratched his head. “That’s a lot of candy.”

Sami rubbed his stomach. “A lot.”

For a moment, silence curled around them. Choice is always quiet at first; it waits for the heart to speak.

Zara lifted the lantern from the library and turned it on. Its steady glow cut through the windy gray. “Truth Seekers,” she said, “we know what to do. We don’t need prizes that pull us away from our values. We’ll make our own joy with what pleases Allah.”

Layla smiled bravely. “Night of Light,” she said. “Let’s make it beautiful.”

Chapter Seven: The Night of Light – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

The community hall hummed as families arrived. Warm lights pooled on the floor like friendly puddles. A banner sparkled: Night of Light—Truth, Courage, Kindness.

Station One: The Honesty Trail. Children followed a path of cards with true-or-false questions about prophets and good manners. Each right answer earned a bead to thread onto a bracelet named Sadiq—Truthful.

Station Two: The Courage Corner. Kids told a story of a time they chose right over easy, then stepped through a paper arch decorated with the words: “Fasbir—Be patient.” A small bell chimed for each step of bravery.

Station Three: The Kindness Kitchen. Families kneaded dough and shaped rolls. Flour dusted noses and laughter drifted like cinnamon. A sign read: “Feed the hungry; Allah loves the doers of good.”

Station Four: The Lantern Lab. Children made lanterns from paper and string, decorating them with verses about light. No scary faces, only patterns of stars and the word Noor—Light.

At the story circle, Teacher Hafsa invited everyone to sit. The Truth Seekers took turns sharing their journey—their library clues, their notes about origins, the meaning behind scary decorations, and the problem with “trick or treat.”

Sami stood before the circle, his voice steady. “Trick-or-treating sounds sweet, but the words ‘trick or treat’ teach us something wrong. It means: give me what I want, or I’ll do something bad. That’s pressure. That’s a kind of cheating. And dressing up to pretend you’re someone else to get more candy is also like cheating. Islam teaches us to be honest and brave, not to scare or pretend for prizes.”

The room was quiet. Then a small hand went up. It was Maya. “So what do you do instead?”

“We do this,” Zara said, sweeping her arm at the glowing room. “We celebrate truth. We help others. We replace fear with the remembrance of Allah. We enjoy treats given with love, not demanded with tricks.”

Teacher Hafsa closed with a du’a, asking Allah to fill their hearts with light, keep them firm on the straight path, and make them leaders in goodness. The children whispered ameen, and the lanterns seemed to glow brighter.

Chapter Eight: The Dark Street – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

After the event, Zara, Sami, Ayaan, and Layla carried baskets of warm bread rolls to the shelter. The streets beyond the hall were dark except for plastic decorations—glowing eyes in windows, crooked smiles carved into pumpkins, figures dressed like monsters.

At one house, a tall figure in a long cloak stood very still beside a jack-o’-lantern. The pumpkin’s smile blazed. The figure whispered, “Trick or treat… trick or treat…”

Sami squeezed Zara’s hand. “Should we cross the street?”

Zara lifted her chin. “We’ll pass with kindness and courage.”

As they drew near, the cloaked figure took a step. “Trick or—”

“Peace be upon you,” Zara said clearly. “We’re sharing bread with neighbors tonight. Would you like some?”

The figure paused. “What?” The cloak shifted—underneath was Dylan, their classmate. His face was painted to look like a skull, but his eyes were just eyes, surprised and a little embarrassed. “You’re… not trick-or-treating?”

“No,” Zara said gently. “We don’t celebrate Halloween. We don’t like fear decorations, and we don’t ask for treats with tricks. We’re Muslims. We choose truth and kindness.”

Dylan scratched his cheek, smearing the paint. “I didn’t think about the words. ‘Trick or treat’… it is kind of weird.” He glanced at their basket. “What’s this?”

“Warm bread,” Sami said, offering a roll. “We baked them to share.”

Dylan took one, blinking. “Thanks.” He looked at the pumpkin, then back at them. “You know, my little sister is scared of these decorations. Maybe… I’ll turn the candle off.”

He blew into the jack-o’-lantern. The light went out, and the grin looked less fierce, more like a puzzle that had lost its answer.

Zara smiled. “Good night, Dylan. May your night be peaceful.”

They walked on. Behind them, more porch lights flicked off, as if courage were contagious. The wind’s whisper changed. It no longer said “Ask why.” Now it said, “Walk true.”

Chapter Nine: The Classroom Test – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

Monday brought a crisp blue sky and the kind of sunshine that makes pencils feel lighter. In homeroom, Mrs. Ramos invited everyone to share their weekend. Costumes danced across the room—pirates and superheroes and one person who said they were a “walking burrito,” which made everyone laugh.

When it was Zara’s turn, she stood with steady feet. “We hosted a Night of Light. We learned about the origins of Halloween and why we don’t celebrate it as Muslims. We made lanterns, baked bread for the shelter, and shared stories of courage.”

A few kids shifted in their seats. Dylan raised his hand. “I saw them on Saturday,” he said. “They gave me bread. It was… really good.” A ripple of laughter gently warmed the room.

Maya tilted her head. “I still don’t get why jack-o’-lanterns are a problem. They’re just pumpkins, right?”

Zara nodded, thoughtful. “Pumpkins are great. Pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie—yum! But carving scary faces and lighting them to make fear look fun—that’s the part we don’t want to celebrate. We want our hearts to love what is pure and brave, not what is creepy or dark.”

Mrs. Ramos smiled kindly. “Thank you for explaining with respect, Zara. And thank you for listening with respect, everyone. Different families celebrate different things, and kindness is the bridge between us.”

At recess, a boy named Lucas jogged over. “Hey, uh… if I don’t want to do Halloween anymore, my friends might laugh at me.” He stared down at his shoelaces. “What should I do?”

Sami piped up, voice bright. “Join the Truth Seekers!”

Zara chuckled. “You don’t need a club to be brave. Start with one step. Tell one friend your reason. If they laugh, it’s okay. Courage grows each time you choose truth.”

Lucas nodded slowly. “Maybe… I’ll try.”

Chapter Ten: The Hallway Door – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

After school, the Truth Seekers stopped by the library to return a stack of picture books they’d borrowed for the Night of Light. The hallway outside the library was dim. A door at the end—the old auditorium—stood slightly open. Cold air drifted through the crack, and something tapped inside, tap-tap, like a finger on a window.

Sami swallowed. “What’s that?”

Ayaan pushed his glasses up. “Probably a loose shutter.”

“Or a raccoon,” Layla whispered.

Zara looked at the small lantern hanging from her backpack. She clicked it on. Warm light pooled at their feet. “Let’s see,” she said, voice calm.

They walked as one, the lantern a moving moon. Inside the auditorium, the wind had pushed a prop—an old wooden scarecrow—onto a platform. Its straw hands knocked against the wall with each gust. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“That is extremely not a raccoon,” Sami said, half laughing.

Layla exhaled. “Is this where we run away screaming?”

Zara lifted the lantern higher. “We don’t run from shadows,” she said, quoting Baba. “We bring light to them.”

They worked together to secure the window latch. The wind quieted, the tapping stopped, and the scarecrow sagged into stillness, just wood and straw again—not a monster, just a pile of parts.

“I guess fear is like that,” Ayaan said, thoughtful. “Big when the room is dark. Smaller when a light is on.”

“And truth is the best light,” Zara added.

They left a note for the janitor about the loose latch and stepped back into the sunlit hallway, feeling taller than when they entered.

Chapter Eleven: The Visit – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

That evening, Baba announced a surprise. “We’re visiting Grandma Safiya.”

Grandma Safiya’s house was a museum of kindness. The living room held a globe with little stickers marking places she had helped after storms and floods. The kitchen smelled like orange blossoms and fresh bread.

She welcomed the Truth Seekers with a hug each. “I heard about your Night of Light,” she said, eyes shining. “Tell me everything.”

They did, all the way from the library lantern to the dark street. Grandma listened with the patience of trees and the curiosity of a child.

“When I was little,” she said at last, “some neighbors celebrated Halloween. My father explained we don’t join, because it comes from ideas we don’t believe and it plays with fear. He told me, ‘Daughter, your laughter is a trust from Allah. Don’t tie it to shadows.’ So we made our own traditions—family service nights, poetry, and extra Qur’an recitation in the evenings.”

She brought out a box from the top shelf. Inside were paper lanterns painted by hand—swirls of gold and sky blue, tiny stars and the word Noor in flowing script. “These are from our first Night of Light,” she said. “Decades ago!” She handed each of them a lantern. “Keep the tradition. Improve it. And remember, saying ‘no’ is only half the story. The other half is the beautiful ‘yes’ you build in its place.”

Chapter Twelve: The Debate – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

A week later, Mrs. Ramos announced a class debate: “Traditions: Keep, Change, or Replace?” Students chose sides and prepared arguments. Dylan and Maya led the “Keep Halloween” team, while Zara and Ayaan led the “Replace with Light” team. The rules were simple: speak with respect, use evidence, and listen.

Maya began. “Halloween is part of our town’s culture. It’s creative and fun.”

Zara smiled. “Creativity and fun are wonderful. We’re not against those. We’re asking: what’s the root of this tradition? Halloween began with beliefs we don’t share, and it still celebrates fear. We choose to replace it with something better that matches our values—truth, courage, kindness.”

Dylan said, “But costumes are exciting. You get to be someone else for a night.”

Ayaan replied, “Islam teaches honesty. Pretending to be someone else to gain more treats—or using the phrase ‘trick or treat,’ which threatens a trick if you don’t get a treat—teaches the wrong lesson. We can be creative without dishonest play or pressure.”

Another student argued, “It’s harmless!”

Layla, from the audience, raised her hand. “My little sister had nightmares from the decorations. Fear can be sticky. We don’t want to make fear our friend.”

Mrs. Ramos nodded. “Thoughtful points from both teams. Remember: traditions shape hearts. Choose the ones that help you grow.”

Afterward, several classmates gathered around the Truth Seekers. A girl named Bree whispered, “My family doesn’t do Halloween either. I used to feel alone. Thank you for making something better.”

Chapter Thirteen: The Storm and the Sign – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

November rolled in with rain that drummed on roofs and tapped on windows like polite knuckles. One afternoon, a storm knocked out power in part of Crescent Springs. The Truth Seekers met at the masjid to check on neighbors and pass out flashlights.

Inside, Imam Kareem greeted them. He had heard of their project and wanted to share a hadith about identity. “The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said the believer is strong and courageous. We do not imitate practices that go against our faith. We stand firm, even when the wind pushes.”

As they left the masjid, the streetlight flickered on and off. In the gutter, a torn Halloween banner drifted, its letters broken: TR CK OR TRE T. The missing letters made the message honest by accident.

Sami grinned. “Look, it says ‘Tr ck or tre t.’ Even the storm took the trick away.”

Zara laughed. “Maybe that’s our sign.” She looked at her friends. “Let’s make a town tradition: an annual Night of Light with service, stories, and honest games. Not just for Muslims—for everyone who wants kindness without fear.”

“Let’s do it,” Ayaan said.

“Let’s make invitations,” Layla added.

Sami bounced. “And bread! Definitely bread.”

Chapter Fourteen: The Promise – Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

Winter came soft and white. The Truth Seekers grew their club—not to be exclusive, but to be inclusive of goodness. They visited the shelter once a month, started a reading circle at the library, and launched a “Kindness Quest” board at school where kids pinned notes about honest, brave choices.

Sometimes, people still asked about Halloween. Zara would smile and say, “We’re Muslim. We say no to Halloween because its roots and rituals don’t fit our faith. We don’t make friends with fear or with cheating. But we say a big yes to light, truth, courage, and kindness.”

On a clear night, the wind returned—not cold now, but friendly. It slid along rooftops and through trees, whispering like a lullaby for the town.

Sami listened. “What does it say?”

Zara closed her eyes. “It says, ‘Walk true, lantern hearts.’”

Epilogue: The Lantern Hearts

Years later, people would still talk about the first Night of Light. They would tell how a group of children asked questions and followed their faith, how they met a wise mentor and faced challenges with courage, how they turned from fear to service and from tricks to truth.

They would remember how jack-o’-lanterns once tried to make fear look friendly, but lantern hearts made courage look brighter. They would smile at how “trick or treat” lost its shine when honesty became the sweeter prize.

And parents would whisper to their children at bedtime, “Be a Truth Seeker. Ask why. Learn well. Choose what pleases Allah. Let your heart be a lantern that lights your path and warms every home you enter.”

The wind would nod along the rooftops, and the children, wrapped in blankets of faith, would drift to sleep with brave smiles—because they knew who they were, and Whose they were.

The End.

Key Lessons from the Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

  • This halloween story for muslim kids shows how to always seek truth through research and asking wise people before making decisions about traditions
  • This halloween story for muslim kids teaches that courage comes from choosing what pleases Allah over peer pressure and following the crowd
  • True Muslims don’t imitate traditions that conflict with Islamic beliefs and values
  • The halloween story for muslim kids demonstrates how our identity as Muslims is strengthened when we choose faith over fitting in with popular culture
  • Fear should never be made into entertainment—Islam teaches us to cultivate courage and trust in Allah
  • The phrase ‘trick or treat’ promotes dishonesty and pressuring others for rewards
  • When we say ‘no’ to what contradicts our faith, we can say ‘yes’ to beautiful alternatives that honor Allah

Interactive Activities for Young Readers of This Halloween Story for Muslim Kids

  • Truth Seeker Journal: Create your own truth seeker notebook and write down three questions about traditions or beliefs you’d like to understand better
  • Lantern of Light Craft: Make your own paper lantern decorated with stars and the word ‘Noor’ (Light) to remind you of choosing knowledge over fear
  • Family Discussion Time: Talk with your parents or guardians about why your family celebrates or doesn’t celebrate different holidays
  • Kindness Challenge: Bake treats or make cards to share with neighbors—not for tricks, but from pure kindness
  • Prophet Stories Reading: Read stories about the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) and how he showed courage and honesty

This halloween story for muslim kids teaches children about Islamic values and why Muslims choose alternatives to Halloween.

For more Islamic stories in English, visit our Islamic Stories Collection where you’ll find engaging faith-based narratives for children.

To learn more about why Halloween is forbidden in Islam from a children’s perspective, we recommend reading this article: Why Muslims Should Not Celebrate Halloween which provides a comprehensive guide for young Muslims and their families.


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