THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HEART 

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.


Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as
beautiful as mine.

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.


In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people starred ... how could he say his heart is more beautiful,they thought.


The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.
“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.


“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. You see,every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love..... I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart ... but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they
remind me of the love we shared.


Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ... and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?


The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit .... but not perfectly, as there were
some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

♥ Moral ♥ : Physical perfection is not always beautiful.

OLD AGED FATHER 

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. The Father asked his Son, "What is this?" The Son replied "It is a crow". After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?" The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?" At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow". A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?" This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"


A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-


"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated, I rather felt affection for my innocent child".


While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed. So...

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.

From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

♥ Make a Promise To Yourself ♥: Say a prayer to ALLAH, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

"Cerita Moral tentang Menonton Film"

Dua orang remaja ingin meminta izin kepada ayahnya untuk menonton Film. 


karena seluruh temannya sudah menyaksikan film tersebut,  mereka pun ingin menyaksikannya juga, tapi sayang sekali si ayah menolak permintaan kedua anaknya

Ah ayah, mengapa tidak "keluh,, Mereka.
Ayahnya menjawab: "Karena setiap film mengandung pornografi dan menggambarkan kesadisan  ini  merupakan suatu prilaku yang sudah diterima baik didalam masyarakat.


"Tapi ayah, itu hanya sebagian kecil dari film, itu kata teman-teman yang sudah menyaksikan film tersebut. film itu berdurasi selama dua jam, dan adegan itu hanya beberapa menit saja. film itu berdasarkan dengan kisah nyata,  tentang kebaikan yang menang melawan kejahatan, dan didalamnya juga terdapat tentang keberanian dan pengorbanan diri, bahkan review film tersebut juga mengatakan hal seperti itu.


"Jawaban ku adalah 'tidak,' dan itu adalah jawaban akhir ku, Kalian tidak akan pergi untuk menonton film apapun..  " Kata ayahnya tegas


Kedua remaja berjalan sedih ke ruang keluarga dan duduk di sofa. Saat mereka cemberut, mereka terkejut mendengar suara ayah mereka sedang menyiapkan sesuatu di dapur


Mereka segera kenal aroma Harum dari kue brownies yang ada didalam oven, dan salah satu remaja berkata kepada yang lain, "Ayah pasti merasa bersalah, dan sekarang dia mencoba berbaikan dengan kita, karena itu dia membuatkan kita kue Brownies. Mungkin kita bisa melembutkan hatinya nya dengan memberikan banyak pujian saat ia membawa kuenya untuk kita,  dan kita bisa membujuknya untuk membiarkan kita pergi menonton film itu.


Saat itu mereka tidak merasa kecewa, karena mereka merasa bahwa ayahnya akan mengijinkan mereka untuk menonton film itu, 


Tak lama ayah mereka muncul dengan sepiring brownies hangat yang ia persembahkan untuk anak-anaknya. Masing-masing dari anaknya mengambil satu potong.


Lalu ayah mereka berkata, "Sebelum kalian makan, aku ingin memberitahu kalian sesuatu:  "Aku sangat mencintai kalian berdua ."


Kedua remaja itu saling tersenyum dengan tatapan seperti mengetahui maksud dari ayahnya. didalam hati, mereka berpikir kalau  Ayah mereka sedang melunak.


Itu sebabnya aku  membuat brownies ini dengan bahan terbaik. Aku sudah membuat kue ini dari  tadi. Sebagian besar aku menggunakan bahan bahkan organik, tepung organik terbaik, telur terbaik, gula organik terbaik, vanili dan coklat 


"brownies itu tampak lezat, dan kedua remaja mulai merasa sedikit tidak sabar dengan lamanya ayah mereka berbicara


Tapi aku ingin  jujur kepada kalian berdua. Ada satu bahan yang aku tambahkan yang  biasanya tidak ditemukan didalam kue brownies. Aku mendapat bahan itu dari halaman belakang rumah  kita. Tapi kalian tidak perlu khawatir, karena aku hanya menambahkan sedikit  untuk kue brownies kalian. Jumlah sedikit tapi sangat berarti. Jadi silakan, memakannya dan biarkan aku tahu apa yang kalian pikirkan?



"Ayah, maukah kau mengatakan kepada kami apa  bahan rahasia yang kau masukan kedalam kue ini, kami ingin mengetahuinya sebelum kami memakannya?"


"Kenapa? Aku hanya menambahkan bahan itu sedikit, hanya satu sendok teh. kalian bahkan tidak akan merasakannya.



"Ayolah, ayah,  memberitahu kami  bahan apa itu?"


"Jangan khawatir itu  adalah bahan organik,! Seperti bahan lainnya."


"Ayah!"


Baiklah, jika kalian memaksa, Bahan rahasia itu adalah .. "Kotoran Anjing"


Kedua remaja itu langsung meletakan  kembali brownies mereka ke atas piring dan mulai  melihat jari-jari mereka dengan perasaan jijik.


"Ayah Mengapa kau melakukan itu Kau sudah menyiksa kami dengan membuat kami mencium aroma kue Brownies yang kau buat selama setengah jam terakhir, dan sekarang kau mengatakan bahwa kau menambahkan kotoran anjing!? Maaf ayah ,,Kami tidak bisa makan brownies ini!"


"Mengapa tidak Jumlah kotoran anjing sangat kecil dibandingkan dengan  bahan lain, kue ini  tidak akan menyakiti kalian.. kotoran anjing itu sudah dimasak dengan tepat bersama dengan bahan lainnya. Kau bahkan tidak akan merasakannya.? lagi pula rasanya tidak akan berbeda dengan kue brownies seperti yang lainya. Silakan kalian makan! " kata ayahnya


"Tidak, Ayah ... Tidak akan pernah!"



"Dan itu adalah alasan yang sama yang akan aku berikan kepada kalian, aku  tidak akan mungkin membiarkan kalian berdua pergi menonton film itu. 


Kalian saja tidak akan pernah mau kotoran anjing yang ada dialam brownies kalian, jadi mengapa aku harus mengijinkan kalian menonton film yang ada fornografi kebejatan, kesadisan bahkan kekerasan didalamnya?


 coba kalian pikirkan bagaimana mungkin kita bisa menghibur diri kita dengan cara menanamkan gambar penuh dosa dalam pikiran kita, yang  hanya akan membimbing kita jatuh ke dalam pikiran yang buruk setelah melihatnya? ,,  Marilah kita berdoa kepada Tuhan, agar Ia menjauhkan kita dari segala Godaan



Remember, we become desensitized a little bit at a time; it is the small and minimal sins that we forget the most...


Be Aware of all kinds of sins...

Are We Like The Elephants ?

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.

 “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away.

 They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Moral ♥ : Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before? Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

DUA SERIGALA

Seorang kakek berbicara pada cucunya tentang perasaannya. 

Kakek : “Aku merasa seolah-olah aku memiliki dua serigala yg sedang bertempur di hatiku, salah satu serigala  memendam rasa marah, kebencian bahkan kekerasan, dan serigala satunya lagi adalah rasa cinta dan kasih sayang..”

Lalu cucunya bertanya, : “Serigala yang mana yang akan memenangkan pertarungan dalam hati Mu?”

Si kakek menjawab, “salah satu serigala yang selalu kuberi makan.”

Raja Yg Pintar

Sebuah Cerita ttg keputusan cerdas seorang pemuda menjalani hidup. Cerita ini hanya contoh yach :) .

Zaman dahulu ada sebuah negara, dimana setiap tahun akan dipilih raja yang baru. orang yang akan menjadi raja harus setuju, apabila masa satu tahun selesai dia akan dikirim kesebuah pulau. Jadi, apabila salah satu raja selesai masa jabatannya maka sudah saatnya baginya untuk pergi ke pulau dan tinggal di sana.

Orang-orang memberinya pakaian yang mahal dan menempatkannya di sebuah kendaraan gajah dan membawanya berkeliling kota untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepada semua orang. Ini adalah saat tersedih bagi semua raja yang memerintah selama satu tahun.

Setelah mengucapkan selamat tinggal, Mereka lalu membawa raja dengan perahu ke sebuah pulau terpencil dan meninggalkannya di sana.

Saat Dalam perjalanan mereka kembali, mereka menemukan sebuah kapal yang tenggelam. Mereka melihat seorang pemuda yang selamat dengan berpegangan pada sepotong kayu terapung.

Karena mereka membutuhkan seorang raja baru, mereka mengambil anak muda itu dan membawanya ke negara mereka. Mereka meminta anak itu untuk menjadi raja selama satu tahun.

Pertama dia menolak namun kemudian ia setuju untuk menjadi raja, maka semua orang menceritakan  tentang semua aturan dan peraturan dan bagaimana ia akan dikirim ke sebuah pulau setelah satu tahun.

Akhirnya  tiba dimana dia diangkat menjadi raja.

semua Orang pun berkumpul dan berpesta merayakan pengangkatan raja yang baru.

Setelah tiga hari menjadi raja,  ia meminta para menteri untuk berkumpul, Ia mengatakan  jika mereka bisa menunjukkan kepadanya pulau di mana semua raja lainnya dikirim. maka Ia akan setuju dikirim ke pulau itu.

Maka berangkatlah Raja dan para mentri ke pulau tersebut.

 Pulau itu tertutup hutan tebal dan suara hewan ganas terdengar datang dari seluruh pulau .

Raja mencoba masuk ke dalam hutan,  disana dia menemukan  tulang-tulang semua raja yang dikirim kepulau itu, bahkan dia juga menemukan mayat dari raja terakhir. Dia mengerti bahwa  setelah mereka ditinggalkan di pulau ini, maka binatang buas akan datang dan membunuh mereka.

Raja lalu kembali ke negara  dan meminta orang-orang untuk memberinya  100 pekerja terkuat yang ada di negara itu. setelah permintaan raja dipenuhi, raja  Lalu  kembali kepulau bersama dengan  100 pekerja, Ia mengatakan kepada mereka untuk Membunuh semua binatang yang mematikan dan  menebang semua pohon.

Sementara itu raja akan kembali kekota dan akan  mengunjungi pulau itu setiap bulan untuk melihat hasilnya.

Pada bulan pertama, semua binatang berbahaya telah dibunuh dan banyak pohon ditebang.

Pada bulan kedua, seluruh pulau  telah dibersihkan. Raja lalu menyuruh para pekerja untuk menanam tanaman di sekeliling pulau. Dia juga membawa beberapa  binatang yang berguna seperti ayam, bebek, burung, kambing, sapi dll.

Pada bulan ketiga, ia memerintahkan para pekerja untuk membangun rumah besar dan pelabuhan kapal.

Selama beberapa bulan, pulau ini berubah menjadi tempat yang indah. Raja  akan memakai pakaian sederhana dan menghabiskan sedikit dari penghasilannya di pulau itu. Dia juga mengirim semua pendapatannya  ke pulau itu untuk disimpan.

Sembilan bulan telah berlalu. Raja memanggil orang-orang dan mengatakan kepada mereka bahwa “Dia tahu bahwa Dia harus pergi ke pulau  itu setelah satu tahun, tapi Dia ingin pergi ke pulau itu sekarang.” Tetapi orang-orang tidak setuju dengan ini dan mengatakan bahwa dia harus menunggu selama 3 bulan untuk menyelesaikan masa jabatannya selama tahun.

Akhirnya raja pun setuju dan bersedia menunggu akhir masa jabatanya yang tinggal  tiga bulan

dan tiga bulan berlalu dan sekarang satu tahun penuh sudah dia selesaikan sebagai raja. Orang-orang memberinya Pakaian yang indah dan mewah dan mengaraknya keliling kota untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepada masyarakat sambil menaiki kendaraan gajah .

Namun, raja ini benar-benar berbeda dengan raja terdahulu dia luar biasa senang meninggalkan kerajaan.

Orang-orang bingung lalu mencoba bertanya kepadanya, “Semua raja lainnya akan menangis pada saat ini dan mengapa Anda tertawa?” 

 Sambil tersenyum Dia Menjawab “Apa kau tidak tahu apa yang orang bijak katakan? Mereka mengatakan bahwa ketika Kau datang ke dunia ini sebagai bayi, kau menangis dan semua orang tersenyum. Hidup seperti kehidupan ketika Kau sekarat, Kau akan tersenyum dan semua orang di sekitar Mu akan menangis. Aku telah menjalani hidup itu.

Sementara semua raja lainnya hilang ke dalam kemewahan kerajaan, Tapi aku selalu berpikir tentang masa depan dan merencanakannya.

Aku ubah pulau yang mematikan menjadi tempat tinggal yang indah dimana aku bisa tinggal damai disana” -END-

We should take a lesson from this story about how we should also live our life. The life of this world is to prepare for the life hereafter. In this life, we shouldn’t get lost into the beautiful things of this world and forget about what is to come in the afterlife. Rather, even if we are kings, we should live a simple life like our beloved Prophet Muhammad (SAW) and save all our enjoyments for the hereafter. May Allah make it easy for all of Us.

Percakapan Burung Dan Lebah

Seekor burung bertanya kepada lebah :

“kau bekerja begitu keras untuk mengumpulkan madu, tapi orang-orang mencurinya darimu, tidak kah kau merasa sedih??”

Lebah menjawab : “Tidak…”

karena mereka hany bisa mencuri maduku, tapi mereka tidak akan pernah bisa mencuri bagaimana cara ku membuat madu.

Try to be like a lil bee…

Small in size but Big In heart 

KISAH ANAK LAKI-LAKI DAN POHON APPLE (beautiful story)

Dahulu kala, ada sebuah pohon apel besar. Seorang anak kecil setiap hari datang dan bermain-main disana. Dia naik ke puncak pohon, untuk memakan buah apel, dan kemudian tidur siang di bawah rindangnya pohon … dia menyayangi pohon apel itu karena pohon itu suka bermain dengan nya.Waktu pun berlalu … anak kecil itu tumbuh dewasa dan tidak lagi bermain bersama pohon apel.

Suatu hari, anak itu kembali ke pohon apel dan ia tampak sedih. 

“Ayo bermain-main dengan ku” pinta pohon apel. “

Aku bukan lagi anak kecil, aku tidak lagi bermain-main dengan pohon” jawab anak itu. ”Aku ingin mainan dan aku perlu uang untuk membelinya..”

“Maaf, tapi Aku tidak punya uang … tetapi kau dapat mengambil semua buah apel dan menjualnya Jadi, kau akan punya uang..” jawab sang pohon 

Anak itu gembira. Ia lalu memetik semua apel dan pergi. tapi anak itu tidak pernah kembali setelah ia mengambil apel. Pohon itu pun bersedih.

Suatu hari, anak itu sudah menjadi seorang pria dewasa  kembali dia datang menemui pohon apel. 

Pohon  itu sangat bahagia melihat kedatangannya , ”Ayo bermain-main dengan Ku ” kata pohon apel.

“Aku tidak punya waktu untuk bermain, aku harus bekerja untuk keluarga ku.. Kami membutuhkan rumah untuk tempat tinggal. Dapatkah kau membantu ku?” tanya sang Pria

“Maaf, tapi aku tidak punya rumah,  Tapi kau bisa memotong cabang ku untuk membangun rumah mu..” kata sang pohon,

Pria itu pun gembira, lalu Ia memotong semua cabang pohon dan kemudian pergi. Pohon itu senang melihatnya bahagia.

tapi dia itu tidak pernah kembali sejak saat itu. Pohon apel itu merasa kesepian dan sedih.

Setelah sekian lama, Pria itu kembali datang, dan pohon itu sangat gembira.

“kau Datang untuk bermain denganku??” tanya sang pohon.

“Pria itu berkata, aku mulai mulai tua dan aku ingin pergi berlayar untuk bersantai, Dapatkah kau memberi ku sebuah perahu?” 

“Gunakan batang ku untuk membangun perahu mu, maka kau dapat berlayar jauh dan bahagia..” kata sang pohon

Maka, pria itu memotong batang pohon, untuk membuat perahu. Ia pun pergi berlayar dan tidak pernah muncul untuk waktu yang lama.

Akhirnya, pria itu kembali setelah bertahun-tahun.

“Maaf, anak ku Tapi aku Tidak punya apa-apa lagi untukmu. Tidak ada lagi apel yang bisa kau petik …” kata pohon itu.

“Tidak masalah, aku  tidak memiliki gigi untuk menggigit” jawab pria itu.

“Tidak ada dahan lagi untuk kau panjat” kata sang pohon

“sekarang aku sudah terlalu tua untuk itu ” jawab pria itu.

“tidak ada lagi yang bisa kuberikan padamu, satu-satunya yang tersisa adalah akar ku dan itu pun sudah lapuk” kata pohon apel dengan linangan air mata.

“sekarang tidak banyak yang ku inginkan, aku hanya ingin tempat untuk beristirahat aku lelah.”  kata Pria itu.

“Bagus! kata pohon apel,  Akar-akar pohon tua adalah tempat terbaik untuk berbaring dan beristirahat, Ayo, ayo duduk bersama Ku dan beristirahat.” kata pohon apel,

Pria itu duduk dan pohon sangat gembira dan tersenyum dengan linangan air mata.

Ini adalah kisah setiap orang.

Pohon itu adalah seperti orang tua kita, Ketika kita masih muda, kita senang bermain dengan ibu dan ayah …

Ketika kita tumbuh dewasa, kita meninggalkan mereka … kita hanya datang kepada mereka ketika kita membutuhkan sesuatu atau ketika kita berada dalam kesulitan.

Tidak peduli apa yang terjadi, orang tua akan selalu ada dan memberikan segalanya yang mereka bisa, hanya untuk membuat MU bahagia.

kau mungkin berpikir anak itu kejam pada pohon apel, tetapi itu adalah bagaimana kita semua memperlakukan orangtua kita

Words And Actions Should Be The Same

There once was a boy who loved eating sweets. He always asked for sweets from his father. His father was a poor man. He could not always afford sweets for his son. But the little boy did not understand this, and demanded sweets all the time.

The boy’s father thought hard about how to stop the child asking for so many sweets.

There was a very holy man living nearby at that time. The boy’s father had an idea. He decided to take the boy to the great man who might be able to persuade the child to stop asking for sweets all the time.

The boy and his father went along to the great man. The father said to him, “O great saint, could you ask my son to stop asking for sweets which I cannot afford?” The great man was in difficulty,

because he liked sweets himself. How could he ask the boy to give up asking for sweets? The holy man told the father to bring his son back after one month.
During that month, the holy man gave up eating sweets, and when the boy and his father returned.

after a month, the holy man said to the boy “My dear child, will you stop asking for sweets which your father cannot afford to give you?” From then on, the boy stopped asking for sweets.

The boy’s father asked the saint, “Why did you not ask my son to give up asking for sweets when we came to you a month ago?” The saint replied, “How could I ask a boy to give up sweets when I loved sweets myself. In the last month I gave up eating sweets.”

A person’s example is much more powerful than just his words. When we ask
someone to do something, we must do it ourselves also. We should not ask others to do what we do not do ourselves.

♥ Moral ♥ : Always make sure that your actions and your words are same.

Three Questions

There was once a man who was an enemy to Islam. He had three famous questions that no person could answer. No Islamic scholar in Baghdad could answer his three questions…thus he made fun of Islam in public. He constantly ridiculed Islam and the Muslims. One day a small boy, who`s age was 10, came along and heard the man yelling and screaming at Muslims in the street. He was challenging people openly to answer the three questions.
The boy stood quietly and watched. He then decided that he would challenge the man. He walked up and told the man, “I will accept your challenge”.

The man laughed at the boy and ridiculed the Muslims even more by saying, “A ten year old boy challenges me. Is this all you people have to offer!”

But the boy patiently reiterated his stance. He would challenge the man, and with Allah`s help and guidance, he would put this to an end. The man finally accepted.

The entire city gathered around a small “hill” where open addresses were usually made. The man climbed to the top, and in a loud voice asked his first question.

“What is your God doing right now?”

The small boy thought for a little while and then told the man to climb down the hill and to allow him to go up in order to address the question.

The man says “What? You want me to come down?”

The boy says, “Yes. I need to reply, right?”

The man made his way down and the small boy, age 10, with his little feet made his way up.

This small child`s reply was “Oh Allah Almighty! You be my witness in front of all these people. You have just willed that a Kafir be brought down to a low level, and that a Muslim be brought to a high level!”

The crowd cheered and screamed “Takbir”….”Allah-hu-akbar!!!”

The man was humiliated, but he boldly asked his Second question… “What existed before your God?”

The small child thought and thought.

Then he asked the man to count backwards. “Count from 10 backwards.”

The man counted…”10, 9 ,8 , 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0”

The boy asked, “What comes before 0 ?”

The man: “I don`t know…nothing.”

The boy: “Exactly. Nothing was before Allah, for He is eternal and absolute.”

The crowd cheered again….”Takbir!”….”Allah-hu-akbar!!!!”

The man, now completely frustrated, asked his final question. “In which direction is your Allah facing?”

The boy thought and thought.

He then asked for a candle. A candle was brought to him. The blessed child handed it to the man and asked him to light it.

The man did so and remarked, “What is this supposed to prove?”

The young boy asked, “In which direction is light from the candle going?”

The man responded, “It is going in all directions.”

The boy: “You have answered your own question. Allah`s light (noor) goes in all directions. He is everywhere. There is no where that He cannot be found.

“The crowd cheered again….”Takbir!”….”Allah-hu-akbar!!!”

The man was so impressed and so moved by the boy`s knowledge and spirituality, that he embraced Islam and became a student of the young boy.

So ended the debate.

Who was the young boy?

The young boy was one of our leaders and one of the greatest scholars, Imam Abu Hanîfa (May Allah bless him

Control Your Anger

Once Wise Man was walking from one town to another town with some of his disciples. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake.

They stopped there and Wise Man told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”

The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid.

The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Wise Man to drink!”

So he came back and told Wise Man, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.”

After about half an hour, again Wise Man asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake.

This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and informed Wise Man about the same.

After sometime, again Wise Man asked the same disciple to go back. The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit for drinking. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Wise Man.

Wise Man looked at the water and then he looked up at the disciple and said, “See what you did to make the water clean. You waited long and the mud settled down on its own and you got clear water. Your mind is also like that! When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless”.

♥ Moral ♥ : Similarly, when you are angry, give some extra time. You can calm down inside. This means not just controlling your outward behaviour, but also controlling your internal responses, taking steps to lower your heart rate, calm yourself down, and let the feelings subside.

Once Flower met a Pearl

Flower  : ” our family is large, roses and daisies are member of the family . there are many having distinctive scent, appearance, etc” .

suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on flower.

Pearl : ” nothing for sorrow in your talk, then why are depressed”

Flower : ” human deal with us  carelessly, not grow us  for our sake, but to get pleasure  from our fragrance and beautiful appearance, and throw us on the street/ garbage after using us. the flower sighed and said ” tell to me about ur life, how do you feel it, you are buried in the bottom of the sea”.

Pearl  : ” Although i have none of ur distinctive colour/ scents, human think i’m precious. they do the impossible  to procure me. i live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas . however , i’m happy and proud to be in safe zone far 4M wanton and mischievous  hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable…”

Now think what the flower and the pearl symbolize ?????

Sad Story "She’s My Sister"

Her cheeks were worn and sunken and her skin hugged her bones. That didn’t stop her though, you could never catch her not reciting Qur’an. Always vigil in her personal prayer room Dad had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer. That was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again, boredom was for others.

As for me I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself all the time to videos until those trips to the rental place became my trademark. As they say, when something becomes habit people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and laziness characterized my Salah.

One night, I turned the video off after a marathon three hours of watching. The adhan softly rose in that quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.

Her voice carried from her prayer room. “Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?” I said.

With a sharp needle she popped my plans. “Don’t sleep before you pray Fajr!”

Agh…there’ s still an hour before Fajr, that was only the first Adhaan!

With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was always like that, even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. “Hanan can you come sit beside me.”

I could never refuse any of her requests, you could touch the purity and sincerity. “Yes, Noorah?”

“Please sit here.”

“OK, I”m sitting. What’s on your mind?”

With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:

“Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on Resurrection Day”

She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, “Do you believe in death?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?”

“I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful and I’ve got a long life waiting for me.”

“Stop it Hanan … aren’t you afraid of death and it’s abruptness? Look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. So did so and so, and so and so. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.”

The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. “I’m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death, how am I supposed to go to sleep now. Noorah, I thought you promised you’d go with us on vacation during the summer break.”

Impact. Her voice broke and her heart quivered. “I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. Just maybe. All of our lives are in Allah’s hands and we all belong to Him.”

My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks.

I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness, how the doctors had informed my father privately that there was not much hope that Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn’t told though. Who hinted to her? Or was it that she could sense the truth.

“What are you thinking about Hanan?” Her voice was sharp. “Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? Uh - uh. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. And you Hanan, how long are you going to live? Twenty years, maybe? Forty? Then what?” Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. “There’s no difference between us; we’re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:

“Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.”

I left my sister’s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: May Allah guide you Hanan - don’t forget your prayer.

Eight O’clock in the morning. Pounding on my door. I don’t usually wake up at this time. Crying. Confusion. O Allah, what happened?

Noorahs condition became critical after Fajr, they took her immediately to the hospital … Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

There wasn’t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.

After an eternity…

It was one O’clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital. “Yes. You can come and see her now.” Dad’s voice had changed, mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.

Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so long now, so very long. Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right. Everyone, just move out of our way. Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made dua’a for her Noorah.

We arrived at the hospitals main entrance.

One man was moaning, another was involved in an accident and a third’s eyes were iced, you couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead.

We skipped stairs to Noorahs floor. She was in intensive care.

The nurse approached us. “Let me take you to her.” As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet a girl Noorah was. She reassured Mother somewhat that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning.

“Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time.” This was the intensive care unit. Through the small window in the door and past the flurry of white robes I caught my sisters eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying.

“You may enter and say Salam to her on condition that you do not speak too long,” they told me. “Two minutes should be enough.”

“How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?”

We held hands, she squeezed harmlessly. “Even now, Alhamdulillah, I’m doing fine.”

“Alhamdulillah. ..but…your hands are so cold.”

I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. “Sorry … did I hurt you?”

“No, it is just that I remembered Allah’s words

One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud) {waltafatul saaqu bil saaq}

“Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the hearafter very soon. It is a long journey and I haven’t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.”

A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us ^Ö two sisters - to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I’ve never cried like that before.

At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. A cousin came in my room, another. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point … Noorah had died!

I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn’t remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn’t even cry anymore.

Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time, I had kissed Noorah’s head.

I remember only one thing though, seeing her spread on that bed, the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:

“One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud)” and I knew too well the truth of the next verse: “The drive on that day we be to your Lord (Allah)!”

I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured who it was that had shared my mother’s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.

I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with. Who had comforted my rainy days. I remembered who had prayed for my guidance and who had spent so many tears for so many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.

Tonight is Noorah’s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur’an, her prayer mat and this was the spring rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married, the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.

I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.

At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself: what if it was I who had died? Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…

The first adhan rose softly from the Masjid, how beautiful it sounded this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the Muadhdhins call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.

Now and insha’ Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the mornings I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning.

We are all going on Noorah’s journey. What have we prepared for it?
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