"it's Not What Happens To You . . .

[Muslim Soldier]

"IT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU . . .
IT'S WHAT YOU DO WITH IT."

There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.

It was only a grain,
But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate
The harsh workings of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

"No," he said to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny . . . stew.

And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.

Now the tale has a moral,
For isn't it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn't we do
If we'd only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.

Author unknown

[hidaayah]

:sl:
jazakallah khairun..superb poem Mashallah..!! its one of my favs..

[Kittygyal]

thanks bro :)

take care