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Story Using Very Bad Language
Mahmud was a very pious man, but he was not very attractive looking. One day, he was walking along the road, minding his own business, when a lady came up to him, and started calling him names and abusing him. This lady kept saying all kinds of nasty things, and Mahmud just listened to her patiently. Finally, when she was finished calling him names and abusing him, Mahmud just greeted her, smiled, and said
“and a nice day to you,” and continued on his way.
Why did Mahmud, the pious man, behave this way?
It is because he knew that everything she said was just a reflection of her own inner self.
If you use bad language, you are just making obvious to everybody how far away you really are from Allah, since your words are in reality a reflection of your own inner self.
from Irshad
by Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak al-Jerrahi
Mahmud was a very pious man, but he was not very attractive looking. One day, he was walking along the road, minding his own business, when a lady came up to him, and started calling him names and abusing him. This lady kept saying all kinds of nasty things, and Mahmud just listened to her patiently. Finally, when she was finished calling him names and abusing him, Mahmud just greeted her, smiled, and said
“and a nice day to you,” and continued on his way.
Why did Mahmud, the pious man, behave this way?
It is because he knew that everything she said was just a reflection of her own inner self.
If you use bad language, you are just making obvious to everybody how far away you really are from Allah, since your words are in reality a reflection of your own inner self.
from Irshad
by Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak al-Jerrahi
The Old Man & Death
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room …
…and said, “Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.”
Very quietly, the doctor said, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You, a Muslim man, do not know what is on the other side?”
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side of which came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, “Did you notice my dog? He’s never been in this room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing…I know my Master is there and that is enough.”
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room …
…and said, “Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.”
Very quietly, the doctor said, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You, a Muslim man, do not know what is on the other side?”
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side of which came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, “Did you notice my dog? He’s never been in this room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing…I know my Master is there and that is enough.”
Once upon a time there were two screws fastening a vital part of a gasoline engine. One of the screws was haughty and proud of it’s shining head. The second screw was quiet, intent only on doing its job to the best of its ability.
One day a speck of rust appeared on the head of the second screw. Filled with vain pride of its own beauty, the first screw began to laugh at the second. “Your head is tarnished,” the first said to the second. “Look at you. Your perfect luster is gone.”
The second screw said nothing. Instead, it concentrated on what it was doing.
“How ugly you have become,” the first screw chortled, “and how beautiful I have remained.” Then it began to laugh so hard at the second screw that it failed to notice that it was working itself loose. Finally it dropped off the engine and plunged into a small pool of dirty oil below.
With the first screw no longer holding up its end of the load, the second was faced with doing the work of two. Meanwhile the first screw, now covered with grimy oil, wailed and lamented. “Just look at me! I’m dirty and filthy and all my beauty is gone. By laughing at the blemish on my friend the second screw, I worked myself loose and fell into the muck. Now I’m doomed.”
Now, it just so happened that a short time later the owner of the engine started it up. He immediately noticed that something didn’t sound right — the engine was running rough. When he checked, he instantly saw that one of the two screws holding the vital part was missing. “Ah ha!” the owner said. “One of the screws must have worked itself loose and fell to the ground, but I don’t see it. Maybe it fell into that puddle of old oil.”
The owner reached into the oil and found the missing screw. “Look at you,” the owner said. “You’re all covered with grime and oil. How ugly you are. But I will fix that right away.” The owner reached for a nearby rag and wiped all the oil and grime off the first screw until it shone even brighter than before. Then he replaced it on the part. Before he turned away, he noticed a little speck of tarnish on the head of the second screw. With the second rag, he wiped the head clean and bright. Then the owner walked away.
Finally the engine was started. The two screws, now equally beautiful, held the part tight. “Forgive me, my friend,” the first screw said to the second. “In my vanity, I was so busy laughing at your blemish that I did not notice that I was working myself loose.”
“And what have you learned?” the second screw quietly asked.
“I learned not to judge others because I have my own sins to deal with.”
“Then,” the second screw said, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, my friend. And rest assured, my vanity will remain forever at the bottom of that dirty puddle of oil.”
One day a speck of rust appeared on the head of the second screw. Filled with vain pride of its own beauty, the first screw began to laugh at the second. “Your head is tarnished,” the first said to the second. “Look at you. Your perfect luster is gone.”
The second screw said nothing. Instead, it concentrated on what it was doing.
“How ugly you have become,” the first screw chortled, “and how beautiful I have remained.” Then it began to laugh so hard at the second screw that it failed to notice that it was working itself loose. Finally it dropped off the engine and plunged into a small pool of dirty oil below.
With the first screw no longer holding up its end of the load, the second was faced with doing the work of two. Meanwhile the first screw, now covered with grimy oil, wailed and lamented. “Just look at me! I’m dirty and filthy and all my beauty is gone. By laughing at the blemish on my friend the second screw, I worked myself loose and fell into the muck. Now I’m doomed.”
Now, it just so happened that a short time later the owner of the engine started it up. He immediately noticed that something didn’t sound right — the engine was running rough. When he checked, he instantly saw that one of the two screws holding the vital part was missing. “Ah ha!” the owner said. “One of the screws must have worked itself loose and fell to the ground, but I don’t see it. Maybe it fell into that puddle of old oil.”
The owner reached into the oil and found the missing screw. “Look at you,” the owner said. “You’re all covered with grime and oil. How ugly you are. But I will fix that right away.” The owner reached for a nearby rag and wiped all the oil and grime off the first screw until it shone even brighter than before. Then he replaced it on the part. Before he turned away, he noticed a little speck of tarnish on the head of the second screw. With the second rag, he wiped the head clean and bright. Then the owner walked away.
Finally the engine was started. The two screws, now equally beautiful, held the part tight. “Forgive me, my friend,” the first screw said to the second. “In my vanity, I was so busy laughing at your blemish that I did not notice that I was working myself loose.”
“And what have you learned?” the second screw quietly asked.
“I learned not to judge others because I have my own sins to deal with.”
“Then,” the second screw said, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, my friend. And rest assured, my vanity will remain forever at the bottom of that dirty puddle of oil.”
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Ma' sha allah that is really good.
True inspiration story!! and its true , people are so busy pointing at other people's sins that they do not recognise their own wrong doings.
"Good one bro"
True inspiration story!! and its true , people are so busy pointing at other people's sins that they do not recognise their own wrong doings.
"Good one bro"
A Pond Full of Milk
Once there was a king who told some of his workers to dig a pond. Once the pond was dug, the king made an announcement to his people saying that one person from each household has to bring a glass of milk during the night and pour it into the pond. So, the pond should be full of milk by the morning. After receiving the order, everyone went home. One man prepared to take the milk during the night. He thought that since everyone will bring milk, he could just hide a glass of water and pour inside the pond. Because it will be dark at night, no one will notice. So he quickly went and poured the water in the pond and came back. In the morning, the king came to visit the pond and to his surprise the pond was only filled with water! What has happened is that everyone was thinking like the other man that “I don’t have to put the milk, someone else will do it.”
Dear friends, when it comes to help the Religion of Allah, do not think that others will take care of it. Rather, it starts from you, if you don’t do it, no one else will do it. So, change yourself to the way of Allah to serve Him and that will make the difference.
Forwarded by: Tariq Usman
Once there was a king who told some of his workers to dig a pond. Once the pond was dug, the king made an announcement to his people saying that one person from each household has to bring a glass of milk during the night and pour it into the pond. So, the pond should be full of milk by the morning. After receiving the order, everyone went home. One man prepared to take the milk during the night. He thought that since everyone will bring milk, he could just hide a glass of water and pour inside the pond. Because it will be dark at night, no one will notice. So he quickly went and poured the water in the pond and came back. In the morning, the king came to visit the pond and to his surprise the pond was only filled with water! What has happened is that everyone was thinking like the other man that “I don’t have to put the milk, someone else will do it.”
Dear friends, when it comes to help the Religion of Allah, do not think that others will take care of it. Rather, it starts from you, if you don’t do it, no one else will do it. So, change yourself to the way of Allah to serve Him and that will make the difference.
Forwarded by: Tariq Usman
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Dunno if this has been posted before, and I hope this is the right section to put it in..
MOTHER'S LOVE
A MOTHER'S HEART
The magnificent birch tree grew deep in heart of the forest, and close nearby grew her three little daughters, still slim of trunk. The Mother Birch's great canopy of branches protected her daughters from wind and rain, and from the burning sun, too, during the hot summer. The little birches grew fast, and their life was carefree and happy. With their mother standing beside them they weren't afraid of anything.
One day the forest was shaken by a fierce storm, such as the forest had not seen for a long time. The thunder roared, and the sky was filled with flashes of lightning. One fork of lightning crashed into a nearby grove, and several trees were badly burned. The little birches trembled in fear. The Mother Birch hugged them tightly in her branches.
«Don't be afraid,» she said soothingly. «The lightning won't notice you hidden beneath my branches. I'm the tallest tree in the forest.»
The Mother Birch had hardly spoken these words than a terrible, deafening crack shook the air, and a sharp, hot tongue of lightning landed right on her trunk. The blow was so awful that the branches of all the trees in the surrounding grove trembled. The lightning scorched its way to the very center of the Mother Birch's trunk, but she remembered that she had to protect her daughters, and there was no fire. The ground was shaking from the lightning's blows, which fell here and there all around. Pouring rain and howling wind tried to fell the Mother Birch, but she stood firm. Not for a moment did she forget her children, and not for a moment did her embrace weaken. Only when the storm had passed, the wind had stilled, and the drenched earth was again warmed by the sun, did the Mother Birch's battered trunk finally give way. As she felt herself starting to fall, she whispered to her children, «Don't be afraid. I'm not leaving you. The lightning could not touch my heart. My old trunk will grow covered with moss and grass, but my heart will never stop beating. My roots are still holding tightly to yours under the earth, and nothing can tear us apart.» And with those words, the Mother Birch's trunk crashed to the ground - without even scratching one of her daughters. To this day the old stump is surrounded by three slim birches. Their branches encircle it gently, as if protecting it from rain and sun. Below them lies a great log covered with moss and grass. If one day you should come walking through the woods to this spot, sit and rest on the Mother Birch's trunk: it's wonderfully soft! Then close your eyes and listen. Perhaps you will hear the beat of a mother's heart.
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The Needy One
Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef
Shaykh Sa'eed ibn Musfir tells the following account.....
I was walking out of the Haram (the Ka'bah in Makkah) when I saw a man begging from everyone that passed by him.
Just then a man who had parked his tinted Mercedes excessively close to the Haram in a designated VIP parking walked passed the beggar on his way to his car. As he pulled the keys out and the alarm did the 'whup whup', the beggar raised his finger to the sky and said, "Please, for the sake of Allah!"
Trying to end the moment and avoid a dip into the pocket, the Mercedes man said back, "Allah will provide!" The beggar said back, "What! Did you at any moment think that I thought YOU were my provider! I'm not asking for your provision, I KNOW Allah will provide for me."
Shaykh Misfir continues.The two stood there staring at one another for a moment and then the Mercedes tinted windows came up and the man drove away.
A needy African sister who was sitting nearby on the street selling textiles was moved by the incident. She did not have much, but from what she did have,she pulled out 1 riyal and placed it in the hands of that beggar. He smiled and went on his way.
Meanwhile the Mercedes man could not drive on with the choke of guilt. He turned the car around and made his way through the crowd to the place where the incident had happened.
Shaykh Misfir says...I saw with my own eyes as he pulled out a 10 riyal bill from his briefcase to give to the beggar. But he looked left and right and could not find him.
What was he to do? He had already pulled out the bill to give for the sake of Allah and was not going to put it back. So he found the nearest person he thought was worthy of the bill, placed it in her lap and went on his way.
The 10 riyals sat in the lap of the sister that had given the beggar!
Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef
Hazrat Abu Hurairah(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that Allah's injunction is: " O my servants ! Spend and you will be given." (Bukhari, Muslim)
Hazrat Abdullah bin Abbas(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that "Charity does not diminish wealth. (Tibrani)
The Needy One
Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef
Shaykh Sa'eed ibn Musfir tells the following account.....
I was walking out of the Haram (the Ka'bah in Makkah) when I saw a man begging from everyone that passed by him.
Just then a man who had parked his tinted Mercedes excessively close to the Haram in a designated VIP parking walked passed the beggar on his way to his car. As he pulled the keys out and the alarm did the 'whup whup', the beggar raised his finger to the sky and said, "Please, for the sake of Allah!"
Trying to end the moment and avoid a dip into the pocket, the Mercedes man said back, "Allah will provide!" The beggar said back, "What! Did you at any moment think that I thought YOU were my provider! I'm not asking for your provision, I KNOW Allah will provide for me."
Shaykh Misfir continues.The two stood there staring at one another for a moment and then the Mercedes tinted windows came up and the man drove away.
A needy African sister who was sitting nearby on the street selling textiles was moved by the incident. She did not have much, but from what she did have,she pulled out 1 riyal and placed it in the hands of that beggar. He smiled and went on his way.
Meanwhile the Mercedes man could not drive on with the choke of guilt. He turned the car around and made his way through the crowd to the place where the incident had happened.
Shaykh Misfir says...I saw with my own eyes as he pulled out a 10 riyal bill from his briefcase to give to the beggar. But he looked left and right and could not find him.
What was he to do? He had already pulled out the bill to give for the sake of Allah and was not going to put it back. So he found the nearest person he thought was worthy of the bill, placed it in her lap and went on his way.
The 10 riyals sat in the lap of the sister that had given the beggar!
Prepared by Muhammad Alshareef
Hazrat Abu Hurairah(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that Allah's injunction is: " O my servants ! Spend and you will be given." (Bukhari, Muslim)
Hazrat Abdullah bin Abbas(R.A.) reported that Rasulullah(sallallaahu alaiyhi wassallam) has said that "Charity does not diminish wealth. (Tibrani)
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Re: A Pond Full of Milk
Mashallah good story, thats the problem in the ummah people always think someone else is gonna solve the problem.
Mashallah good story, thats the problem in the ummah people always think someone else is gonna solve the problem.
The Student in the Mosque
Qari Muhammad Qayyam (may the mercy of Allah be upon him) related that a great deal of fighting and bloodshed had started prior to the Indo-Pakistan partition of 1947. He said that a very beautiful daughter of a very rich man in a certain community stepped out of her house to visit her aunt, who lived no more than a few streets away. Suddenly a riot erupted as she had gone halfway and she found herself trapped with apparently nowhere to go. She saw a mosque nearby and quickly went inside, sitting in the women’s section. The rioting continued late into the night and this girl did not know what to do.
The custodian of the masjid was a very young student there and late at night when he walked through the masjid before locking up he noticed this beautiful young lady. He was a respectful young man who feared Allah and so politely asked her to leave, saying that if she was found there then both would be dishonored and thrown out. She pleaded with him because of the extreme danger outside and so he agreed that she could spend the night, and sat down to study at the opposite end of the masjid.
The girl was unable to sleep with the events of the day in her mind and so watched the young man sitting studying by candle light at the opposite end of the masjid. She kept watching him and was very surprised at something she saw. From time to time this young man would extend his hand and keep it over the open flame, only withdrawing it when the flame obviously became unbearable. He then would resume his studies and continued this throughout the night until the dawn broke.
The young man called the adhan and asked the girl to leave before the congregation started coming to pray since now everything was calm outside. She agreed on the condition that he tell her why he was placing his hand on the candle flame throughout the night. The young man said that that was his own business and so the girl refused to leave until he told her what she wanted to know. The young man gave in and said, “I am at the age of youth and strong desire. We were alone and my desire was increasing, and although I was studying the Devil (Shaitan) would occasionally put temptation in my heart. Hence whenever I would feel any temptation I would put my hand on the flame and my fingers would burn. I would say to myself that this flame is nothing compared to the fire of Hell.”
The girl left the masjid and reached home, calming her parents’ fears as to what had happened to her. She also confided in her mother that she wanted to marry the custodian of the mosque near their house. She related the night’s events to her parents and said that only such a man with true fear of Allah in his heart can be true to his wife. Only such a man who truly fears Allah can fulfill a wife’s rights properly.
Hence the poor custodian of the mosque earned the daughter of a rich household in marriage. He received this honor not because of his looks but because of his character. Everything disintegrates and turns to dust but character remains strong. Honor is not bestowed because of handsome clothes or beautiful jewelry but because of what is in the heart. Knowledge is only beneficial when it is captured within the heart, and not merely written in books.
Qari Muhammad Qayyam (may the mercy of Allah be upon him) related that a great deal of fighting and bloodshed had started prior to the Indo-Pakistan partition of 1947. He said that a very beautiful daughter of a very rich man in a certain community stepped out of her house to visit her aunt, who lived no more than a few streets away. Suddenly a riot erupted as she had gone halfway and she found herself trapped with apparently nowhere to go. She saw a mosque nearby and quickly went inside, sitting in the women’s section. The rioting continued late into the night and this girl did not know what to do.
The custodian of the masjid was a very young student there and late at night when he walked through the masjid before locking up he noticed this beautiful young lady. He was a respectful young man who feared Allah and so politely asked her to leave, saying that if she was found there then both would be dishonored and thrown out. She pleaded with him because of the extreme danger outside and so he agreed that she could spend the night, and sat down to study at the opposite end of the masjid.
The girl was unable to sleep with the events of the day in her mind and so watched the young man sitting studying by candle light at the opposite end of the masjid. She kept watching him and was very surprised at something she saw. From time to time this young man would extend his hand and keep it over the open flame, only withdrawing it when the flame obviously became unbearable. He then would resume his studies and continued this throughout the night until the dawn broke.
The young man called the adhan and asked the girl to leave before the congregation started coming to pray since now everything was calm outside. She agreed on the condition that he tell her why he was placing his hand on the candle flame throughout the night. The young man said that that was his own business and so the girl refused to leave until he told her what she wanted to know. The young man gave in and said, “I am at the age of youth and strong desire. We were alone and my desire was increasing, and although I was studying the Devil (Shaitan) would occasionally put temptation in my heart. Hence whenever I would feel any temptation I would put my hand on the flame and my fingers would burn. I would say to myself that this flame is nothing compared to the fire of Hell.”
The girl left the masjid and reached home, calming her parents’ fears as to what had happened to her. She also confided in her mother that she wanted to marry the custodian of the mosque near their house. She related the night’s events to her parents and said that only such a man with true fear of Allah in his heart can be true to his wife. Only such a man who truly fears Allah can fulfill a wife’s rights properly.
Hence the poor custodian of the mosque earned the daughter of a rich household in marriage. He received this honor not because of his looks but because of his character. Everything disintegrates and turns to dust but character remains strong. Honor is not bestowed because of handsome clothes or beautiful jewelry but because of what is in the heart. Knowledge is only beneficial when it is captured within the heart, and not merely written in books.
The Parable of the Pencil
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into
the box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before
I send you out into the world.
Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best
pencil you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in Someone’s hand.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but
you’ll need it to become a better pencil.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.
FIVE: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box
with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you; always remember them
and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you place
your Trust in Allah.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by
going through various problems, but you’ll need it to become a stronger
person.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s on the
inside.
FIVE: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties. By
understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this
earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart.
Author: Unknown
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into
the box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before
I send you out into the world.
Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best
pencil you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow
yourself to be held in Someone’s hand.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but
you’ll need it to become a better pencil.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.
FIVE: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.
The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box
with purpose in its heart.
Now replacing the place of the pencil with you; always remember them
and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.
ONE: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you place
your Trust in Allah.
TWO: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by
going through various problems, but you’ll need it to become a stronger
person.
THREE: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.
FOUR: The most important part of you will always be what’s on the
inside.
FIVE: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark.
No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties. By
understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this
earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart.
Author: Unknown
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yeah, this story was told to me by my headmaster in assembely just last week. the story was great but the lecture he gave concerning this story was unbearable.
but it's great to hear it again bro, especially when it's related of the ways we should improve our faith and keeping allah in your heart no mater what life throws at you.
Jazakallah once again!!!
but it's great to hear it again bro, especially when it's related of the ways we should improve our faith and keeping allah in your heart no mater what life throws at you.
Jazakallah once again!!!
Cracked Pot
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of
water.At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,
with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his
house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.” Each of us has our own unique flaw.
But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each
person for what they are and look for the good in them.
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of
water.At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,
with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his
house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.” Each of us has our own unique flaw.
But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each
person for what they are and look for the good in them.
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Pearl Necklace
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.
Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle
of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy.
Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then
looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's
upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you
really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no
time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your
birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar
bill from Grandma."
As soon as Aisha got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out
17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and
she went to the neighbour and asked Aunty Jamshed if she could pick
dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her
another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the
necklace.
Aisha loved her pearls.
They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere,
Sunday madressa classes, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time
she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Aisha had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for
bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read
her a story from the Quraan. One night as he finished the story, he
asked Aisha , "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white
horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember,
daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favourite." "That's okay,
Aisha, daddy loves you. Allah-hafez." And he brushed her cheek with a
kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Aisha's daddy asked again,
"Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your
pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll.
The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can
have
the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper. "That's okay. Sleep
well. May Allah bless you & protect you, Aisha. Daddy loves you." And
as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Aisha was sitting on her
bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed
her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Aisha? What's the matter?" Aisha didn't say anything but
lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there
was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally
said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his
own eyes, Aisha's daddy reached out with one hand to take the cheap
necklace,
and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to
Aisha.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the
cheap stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.
So it is with our Allah Almighty. He is waiting for us to give up
the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful
treasures.
Isn't Allah great? Are you holding onto things that Allah wants you
to let go of?
Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners,
relationships,
habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it
seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in
the other hand but do believe this one thing ..
.....Allah will never take away something without giving you
something better in its place.
The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others'
hearts!
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.
Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle
of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy.
Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then
looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's
upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you
really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no
time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your
birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar
bill from Grandma."
As soon as Aisha got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out
17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and
she went to the neighbour and asked Aunty Jamshed if she could pick
dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her
another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the
necklace.
Aisha loved her pearls.
They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere,
Sunday madressa classes, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time
she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Aisha had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for
bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read
her a story from the Quraan. One night as he finished the story, he
asked Aisha , "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white
horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember,
daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favourite." "That's okay,
Aisha, daddy loves you. Allah-hafez." And he brushed her cheek with a
kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Aisha's daddy asked again,
"Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your
pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll.
The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can
have
the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper. "That's okay. Sleep
well. May Allah bless you & protect you, Aisha. Daddy loves you." And
as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Aisha was sitting on her
bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed
her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Aisha? What's the matter?" Aisha didn't say anything but
lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there
was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally
said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his
own eyes, Aisha's daddy reached out with one hand to take the cheap
necklace,
and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to
Aisha.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the
cheap stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.
So it is with our Allah Almighty. He is waiting for us to give up
the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful
treasures.
Isn't Allah great? Are you holding onto things that Allah wants you
to let go of?
Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners,
relationships,
habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it
seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in
the other hand but do believe this one thing ..
.....Allah will never take away something without giving you
something better in its place.
The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others'
hearts!