Md.Amanullah khan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]:
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...
He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by...
The little boy grew up, and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face.
"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore."
The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them so you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree
and left happily.! The boy didn't come back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."
So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily.
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn't come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat.
He went! sailing and didn't come back for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he had been gone for so many
years.
"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on." "I am too old for that now" the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots." the tree said with sadness. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years," the boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......
This is the story of everyone.
The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play
with Mom and Dad... When we grew up, we left them... We only came
!
to them when we needed something or when we
were in trouble.
No matter what, parents will always be there and give you
everything
they can to make you happy.
It may seem as if the way the boy treats the "tree" in the story
is
cruel,
but many of us take our parents for granted in the same way.
Never forget how important your parents are and try not to take
them
for
granted...they may not be around forever. Thank God for their
presence
every day!
aman khan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Allah says:
"va a'saa an thakrahu shai'an va huva khairullakkum; va a'saa an thuhibbu shai'an va huva sharrullakkum, vallahu e'lamu va anthum laa tha'la moon".
The meaning is...
you may feel something is bad, but Allah has kept good in it; you may feel something is good, but Allah has kept bad in it. Allah alone knows these secrets and you know not.
Here is a beautiful short story to illustrate this point. So, take life as it comes!!!
hasan
Assalamu Alikum:
This is a wonderful story of an old man, there is a lesson in it.
This is presented in a Muslim Women's seminar in
Abdul Khuddus
Premature Judgments
The story happened in the days of Lao Tzu in
Here it goes:
There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the man would say, "This horse is not a horse to me, he is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?" The man was poor, but he never sold the horse.
One morning, he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole village gathered and they said, "You foolish old man! We knew that someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it. What a misfortune!"
The old man said, "Don't go so far as to say that. Simply say that the horse is not in the stable. This is the fact; everything else is a judgment. Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I don't know, because this is just a fragment. Who knows what is going to follow it?"
People laughed at the old man. They had always known that he was a little crazy. But after fifteen days, suddenly one night the horse returned. He had not been stolen; he had escaped into the wild. And not only that, he brought a dozen wild horses with him.
Again the people gathered and they said, "Old man, you were right. This was not a misfortune, it has indeed proved to be a blessing."
The old man said, "Again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is back . . . who knows whether it is a blessing or not? It is only a fragment. You read a single word in a sentence- how can you judge the whole book?"
This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew that he was wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.
The old man had an only son who started to train the wild horses. Just a week later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered again and again they judged. They said, "Again you proved right! It was a misfortune. Your only son has lost the use of his legs, and in your old age he was your only support. Now you are poorer than ever."
The old man said, "You are obsessed with judgment. Don't go that far. Say only that my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given to you."
It so happened that after a few weeks the country went to war, and all the young men of the town were forcibly taken for the military. Only the old man's son was left, because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew most of the young people would never come back. They came to the old man and they said, "You were right, old man-this has proved a blessing. Maybe your son is crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever."
The old man said again, "You go on and on judging. Nobody knows! Only say this - that your sons have been forced to enter into the army and my son has not been forced. But only God, the total, knows whether it is a blessing or a misfortune."
'Judge ye not' - otherwise you will never become one with the total. With fragments you will be obsessed, with small things you will jump to conclusions. Once you judge you have stopped growing. Judgment means a stale state of mind. And mind always wants judgment, because to be in process is always hazardous and uncomfortable.
In fact, the journey never ends. One path ends, another begins: one door closes another opens. You reach a peak; a higher peak is always there. God is an endless journey. Only those who are so courageous that they don't bother about the goal but are content with the journey, content just to live the moment and grow into it, only those are able to walk with the total.
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