There is always another season

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter,
the second in the spring,
the third in summer,
and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

 If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Lessons:

1.Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
2.Don’t judge life by one difficult season.
2.Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later

Re-post: Never forget those little things

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Secret of True Love

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."

This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.

This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love... they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.

Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand.

It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring.

A good companion is not like the rain, which comes and goes. It's like the air, sometimes very quite!

If you love something, set it free; if it comes back it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was:)


Shared from facebook sister Mercel, jazakallah kheir :)

Can you just be normal?

“Come on darling, you know that you don’t want to do this. Just be normal like you used to be, it’s nothing wrong with that. Why you should have to hide your beauty? Darling, listen to me, your family won’t accept the thing you wear on your head. It won’t go easy. Please just pull it out and we will get off to nanny’s birthday party in 5 minutes. Make it fast dear, I’ll be waiting in the car.”

She’s confused at the moment, she’s weeping at the corner of her bed. She knew it, she already reckoned this will definitely happened. Her family will disapproved her ‘Hijrah’. They will never understand and accept. They don’t know how hard she’s fighting the battle in herself, just whether to wear or not this piece of materials on her head, the HIjab. It’s hurts when her own blood is against her in religion matters and it’s even hurts when they called themselves as a Muslim but they are far from practicing Islam at the same time.

This is not her first attempts to wear Hijab, the first time was at the beginning of the new semester in school, she picked  the most beautiful hijab to put on her head and her mother go crazy when she saw her wearing it. Her heart was really broken and she bursts her anger on her mom right away. But she made up her mind for this time, she not gonna let that to be happened again. She wipe off her tears, tighten her green hijab and storms to the car where her mother is waiting with her head straight.

“Look, you never listen to me since you go to the masjid often time, since you hang up with those masjid people! Oh where my lovely Daisy is, I don’t know you!”

“Mama, please give me a break! Don’t start that again! Listen, I am Daisy your very own blood, little tiny Daisy that you hold on your arm 16 years ago, Daisy that raised up cheerful and beautiful with your loves, Daisy that never disappointing you in whatever her does,  Daisy that funny and inspiring, Daisy that will never stop loves you. I am the same Daisy no different, accept for this piece of materials on my head and I tell you mama, this gonna be me now and forever. This hijab is half of myself from now on, so please mama, please give me a chance to show you that this hijab won’t changes anything accept for good, would you?”

“I am speechless Daisy, you are my only daughter, I just don’t want you to be in trouble, to deal with people’s stare and those extreme things they spilled onto you! I want the best for you.”

“Mama, all I need is your support and everything is gonna be all right. Believe me, I will be ok with those reactions, I just need you to be on my side, please. I know you love me more than anything and I love you too mama, I really do. Now, pull off already, I can’t wait to see nanny on her fancy wheelchair, blow out her 70th birthday’s candles and mama I can imagine she’s digging on her pile of gifts, searching for my gift and cried “Oh, look at what Daisy brought me, a sand!” and I will be like, “Nanny, that is not a normal sand, that is the sand of our hometown, I brought for you as I know how much you love and yearn to it, so it will reminds you on your younger, your first love and give you more energy, it’s so nostalgic, no matter where we are, there’s nothing like home!”. Then my face was covered with her kisses! Oh she’s so lovely mama!”

“You are really still my Daisy, forever and ever. Ok, get ready princess, this old lady gonna bring you to the real party!”

And she smiles and laughs as usual, she knows that everything is going to be fine as long as she being herself. Never change the way she communicates and treats people around her, yes be normal. Just be herself and even the new brand Daisy with religion installment inside and out. She knows that da’wah to her own family won’t be easy, but she won’t surrender because she loves them as much as she loves herself. She’ll give her best efforts on this, she wants them to see how beautiful life could be when we live it with obeying Allah. She wants at least that feeling flashes in their heart and make them think and at very same time, she aware that only Allah could opens their hearts to go back to the right path. Deep in her little heart, she’s whispering a du’a:

“Oh Allah guides us all, protects us and our family from the burning hell-fire. Oh Allah, give me a strength to face all your test, You are the the Most Gracious and Merciful.”

Daddy, can I have $10?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”

“Oh, ” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. 

“If the only reason you want to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money. After an hour or so , the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have $20.00 now… Can I buy an hour of your time?”

>Give time to your children, because its easy to get carried away with life.

The Story of Little Angel

It's cold in this huge library as usual, but yet my heart is feeling so warm as I read the story of this little angel. Looking at her pure and innocent face, no one will expected that she has went through a very tough moment in her life. She's only ten and yet she's admiring so many people with her true and genuine story of life. So, here I would like to share with you all, the story of little Bara'a. Do read and feel it, I'm taken aback reflecting on how I reacted on the tests Allah given to me since back and now,yes I'm zero compared to her (ahhh..shame on me!)

Here we go...

Bara’a (In arabic means, innocence) 10, is an Egyptian girl who moved with her parents – who are both doctors – to Saudi Arabia, seeking a better life. Her small family is happy and conservative. Bara’a is a very nimble and clever child to the extent that she memorized the entire Qur’an at the age of ten. Her teacher always said to her that she must be older than what she really is.

All at once, her mother felt severe pain. And after tests and examinations, the result showed that she was in the late stage of cancer. The mother had been thinking for so long whether to tell Bara’a or not. She was afraid that her daughter will wake up someday and won't find her. At last she told her:

 “Bara’a, I will be shortly going to heaven. And the Qur’an you memorized, you should read it everyday because it will protect you in this life”.

Bara’a did not understand it very well, but she felt a big change when her mom permanently stayed at the hospital. Since then, she goes to the hospital after school, stays with her mom, read for her Qur’an, and leaves when her father comes.

One day, the father got a phone call from the hospital saying that his wife is in danger, and he has to come quickly. So he hurried up, picked up Bara’a from school, and drove to the hospital. When they arrived to the hospital, he asked Bara’a to stay in the car. At that moment, he was afraid of Bara’a’s shock if his wife is dead, so he told his daughter that he will come back and take her to see her mom. He got out of the car and ran quickly. He was wandering, and his eyes were full of tears. As he was crossing the street to get to the hospital, a speeding car hit him, and he died at the instant. 

Bara’a ran to her father, hugged him, and cried to him. He left her in the car to die on the street by himself….

But the tragedy is not over yet…

The mother was told of the death of her husband. After five days only, she passed away, leaving Bara’a alone in this life.Her parent’s friends and some of the Saudi and Egyptian benefactors came together to find a solution for Bara’a and how to take her back to her grandparents in Egypt. Unexpectedly, she feels sever pain. And after the tests, she figured that she has the same disease as her mom, so she smiles and says: 

“Thank God. I will soon see my parents.”

Everyone was surprised and astonished – this girl has been facing so many plagues at this age, but she is patient and satisfied with God’s decision. Graudually, her story was spread in the Saudi community. So a Saudi benefactor – who wanted his name to remain unknown – sent Bara’a on his expense to Britain for treatment. 

While she is in the hospital, Al-Hafez channel called her (live on TV) to reassure her health condition and asked her to read for them some verses from the Qur’an. So she read in a charming voice; I have never heard such a sweet voice before. 

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yD5S-jtxFls&feature=player_embedded

And they called her again before her last coma, and she sang a song for the mother and then prayed for her parents for mercy and forgiveness making million viewers cry. 

And the painful days continue in the hospital in Britain. The tumor is spreading in her body. The doctors decided to amputate her legs. She is patient, satisfied with God’s decision, spending her consciousness times in reading the Qur’an. After several days, the tumor had reached her brain. 

So the doctors performed an immediate surgery in her brain last week causing her little body  in absolute coma and currently, I heard, she is dead (Innalillah wa innailaihi roji'un), return to the Lord, Allah the Almighty. Rest in peace, little soul. Your story inspired so many people to be patient as you did, whatever tests given to us. I'm sure, there's a lot more untold stories of our little souls out there, they are chosen to bear a tough situation in this world without or knowing that they are, the children of heaven in the afterworld, inshaallah. .

Have faith buddies

Do You Care to Cover Others' Faults?

Amal: Assalamualaykum Aliyaaah! Oh my God! Oh my God! I really missed you baby!

Aliyah: Waalaykumsalamwarahmatullah Amaaaal! Wow, look at how you hello me, seemed like we haven't meet for years, aren't we in the same class Amal? But anyways, I missed you too!! Gimme hug! Oh my God!

Amal: Hey, come on, that's how we rock, don't pretend like you never did! Remember how you always shouted like I was a mile from you, Ya Amal! Ya Amal! I feel like to hide and hope that no body knows who's that Amal, haha. Er Aliyah, actually I don't know, whether I should tell you about this thing or not, hmm

Aliyah: About what Amal? Something to share? Just spill it out, doll.

Amal: I was on my way to school and I bumped on Lilly, but she did something that..

Aliyah: Ops!! Stop there! I think If I don't know what she did, it won't harm either me or you in any ways, so just ignore it. Lets stop talking about others, you know it better then me Amal. You know what, last night I attended a lecture on covering others disgrace, so I wanna share with you about the story  of Caliph  Umar Abd Aziz and his son, Abd Malik Umar Abd Aziz, it's an astonishing story. Even they are father and son, they never practice very well on covering others disgrace. So here we go. Umar bin Abdul Aziz was appointed as Caliph, after the death of Caliph Addul Malik bin Sulaiman. As he heard about the appointment, he feel like a huge and heavy burden was put on him, so he gathered all of his people. Umar bin Abdul Aziz stood up and said, 


"Oh Muslimin, surely this appointment is not based on discussions with me ... not even meet with the Muslims .. I withdraw allegiance, the Bai'ah on your neck ... take back this position because I do not want to .. "

Then the public replied  "We're not pleased but thou, Oh Umar bin Abdul Aziz became the Commander of the Faithful, be our leader"

After the funeral of Caliph Sulaiman, 'Umar bin Abdul Aziz was to go back his home. While on his way, he heard the sound vehicles came towards him. He saw the arrival of the guards and a great army that will surround the caliph with a special vehicle for approaching his inheritors.

So Umar bin Abdul Aziz asked "Why did you bring this?".

The Controller replied, "This vehicle is for the Caliph, oh Umar bin Abdul Aziz."

Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, " I'm one of the ordinary men among the Muslims .. bring back all of this and return to the Baitul Maal .. and if you want to work then go to work in the government and if you want to go on leave, please .. I like the way as an ordinary people "

After arriving at the house, 'Umar bin Abdul Aziz was about to take a break, because he's really tired after managing the body of Sulaiman Bin Abdul Malik earlier.

Then the son of Umar bin Abdul Aziz asked him "Where are you going, father?".

Umar bin Abdul Aziz replied  "My son, your father wants to sleep for a while, because he's exhausted."

Then his son asked, "Why don't you start work on returning the rights of those who being oppressed?"

Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, "Give your father a chance to rest."

His son said, "O my father ... who can guarantee that you will live after this? and when this right is claimed upon God Almighty?"


Amal: Wow he's definitely a very smart kid! Then what's his response?

Aliyah: Yes he is! His son is said to have been dragged Umar bin Abdul Aziz into a very moderate person. So, Umar bin Abdul Aziz immediately rose up and kissed him,he felt so grateful and said "Praise be to Allah who has gives me son like you, ya Abdul Malik bin Umar Bin Abdul Aziz."

When Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz grown ups, he is living in the area of country which is so close to the border to see the movement of military forces and participate in the army's activities to open Islamic territories.

Umar bin Abdul Aziz was incredibly loves his son Abdul Malik. One day, Umar bin Abdul Aziz heard people say that his son was a little proud of himself. He was uncomfortable. Then Umar bin Abdul Aziz called the people of Mihrad. He said, "O Maimun, my son has been graced my eyes. Everything is beautiful in my eyes. I worry if my love to him has makes me can not see the flaws of my son. Therefore go to him because people said my son has a little pride in him. Check this for me. "


Amal: What? That couldn't be happened, Abd Malik is so pious, he won't be snobbish!


Amal: Yeah you surely an impatient listener! Lemme finish the story Amal. Then, Maimun went to meet him near the border of the country. From far away he saw a young man who is very good-looking, young, very polite and full of beautiful manners. His bed is very common mat beside an ordinary foods.

Maimun then approaching the son of Umar bin Abdul Aziz and asked, "How did you get food every day ya Abdul Malik?"

Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, "Alhamdulillah, the food is halal. I worked on the land given by my father and sisters .. "

Maimun see him  impressively. Then the son of Umar bin Abdul Aziz said something about father.

"I worry if my father's love to me, has caused him could not see my flaws". Maimun very impressed because Umar bin Abdul Aziz said as her son said to himself.

Until suddenly came the owner of Hamman and give Abd Malik the key.

Amal: Wait, Hammam? What's that, I never heard of it.

Aliyah: Hammam is the public home of hot water bath.

Amal: Ok, I've got it. Please go ahead

Aliyah: Maimun then asked Abd Malik "For what is the key?"

He answers, "For me to go and have my shower at public hot water bath."

The shop owner said "I have withdrawn all the people and you can go take a bath"

Maimun said, "I really admire you, until I saw this thing"

Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz asked "Was it a sin?"

Maimun said "Why did you withdrawn the public for your bath ? Did you feel proud because you are the caliph? "

Said Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz " I'm not proud. but I have pay the shop owner for every one's fee "

"You're wasting! Why don't you take a bath with other people? "said Maimun.

"No, I do not waste, but they are villagers. Sometimes they do not care to cover their body properly. It's hard for me and if I have commented, they would say I am arrogant. It is not good to force them to follow me, so I ask the shop owner for the price, I paid for them and they leave me to take my bath. "

Maimun said, "You are arrogant .. why don't you wait? You can wait until all the people finished bathing. Why do you want to waste? Are you trying to show that you have more money then others?"

Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, "Astaghfirullah hal 'azim..Oh Maimun, I promise I will not repeat this mistake. I will repent to Allah for I have this sign of pride. "

Then said Maimun "How I'm going to report this to your father?" Maimun tried to test Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz.

Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, "You say to my father that you have seen something bad about me. You have advised me and I accept your advice and I repent to Allah and I promise to never repeat it. "

Maimun asked "What if your father asked me what tthe bad thing you did?"

Abdul Malik bin Umar bin Abdul Aziz said, "No .... My father would not asked.Because my father knew that God tells us to cover the disgrace and dishonor of anyone, my father will not ask anyone, including her son because there was no need for it. " 

Maimun was once again amazed of Umar bin Abd Aziz and his son Abdul Malik because of their piety on Allah.


That was brilliant right? Abd Malik is his son, yet he never wanna know the disgrace of his own son, as long as he's get repent. Did you remember this hadith?

“If a person covers the disgrace of another in this world, Allah will cover their disgrace in the hereafter.” (Muslim)

Amal: Subhanallah, yes and this one too Aliyah :

“Whoever protects the respect of his brother (in islam), Allah will protect his face from the Fire of the Day of Resurrection.” [Tirmidhi]

They're so unbelievable devoted caliphs! I admired them so much and thanks Aliyah for such wonderful story. But I think you get me wrong, I found Lilly and she did something that's so amazing! She feeds the hungry puppy at the side road! 

Aliyah: Oh my God Amal, why should you wait until I finished my pep talk to tell me about this?

Amal: Hahaha, because I couldn't help it, I can see the burning flame in your eyes and you don't even give me a chance to finish my line! Ok, anyways I thank you for such an inspiring story Aliyah, oh gimme hug! 


Aliyah: Cool! but you owed me a story, tomorrow is your turn.

Where is Allah?

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with ALLAH, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....
Prof : So you believe in ALLAH?
Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is ALLAH good?
Student: Sure.

Prof: Is ALLAH all-powerful?
Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to ALLAH to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But ALLAH didn't. How is this ALLAH good then? Hmm?
Student is silent.

Prof: You can't answer, can you?
Let's start again, young fellow. Is ALLAH good?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?
Student: No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...ALLAH. .

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And ALLAH did make everything. Correct?
Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?
Student does not answer.

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?
Student has no answer.

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen ALLAH?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your ALLAH?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your ALLAH, tasted your ALLAH, smelt your ALLAH? Have you ever had any sensory perception of ALLAH for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your ALLAH doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes Faith. And that is the problem science has.
Now the student said can I ask something to you Professor.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.

(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?

Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.
You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good ALLAH and a bad ALLAH. You are viewing the concept of ALLAH as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?

(The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable. )

Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student: That is it sir... The link between man and ALLAH is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving and alive. .

---------------------------------------------------The end--------------------------------------------------

So, who that student was?

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."

"And 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 allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, 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.

And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.