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June 29 The man who got trapped in an islandAssalamoalaikum, I found this wonderful story on the internet somewhere. Really this will give me hope every time I read it. It had a big effect on me when most things we read on internet do not make any emiotnal effect on us because of the sheer amount of information passing infront of our eyes every day, making us immune to virtually any news/read. The man who got trapped in an island The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied. It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah. Faces Assalamoalaikum, It happened a few weeks ago. I went to drop my oldest son at the bus stop for a few days in a row as opposed to norm when my husband does the job. I would take the youngest with me and on the way back we would spend an hour in the park. It was fun. I had been meaning to write this since then but never had time. It was about the faces. I would sit there in the park in the morning and many kids going to the village school would pass by the park as a short cut. I would look at their faces and it was surprisng how I had a sense of DejaVu with all of them, I mean really all of them. I saw the kids with the fed up look on their faces who hadn't done their homework the night before. I saw the kids driving by with their parent, one elbow on the window, face resting on the palm looking out of the car trying to find a way to escape the drive to school. I could almost read in the eyes" I wish we have an accident or I fly away so I won't have to go to school". There were the teacher's pets, all dressed up smartly, smiling broadly anticipating the show off of yet something else. Gait full of pride and confidence and all perked up even early in the morning. I saw a kid, tossing a ball one day and another day some other thing, with a mean look and a smirk on his face, almost imagining his victim being hurt with it, a typical bully. This meant that they ARE that way, being a specific kind of a kid at school IS the person you really ARE. It doesn't limit to the school, you show who you are even at home, all the time, it is part of your personality. I remember going to the birthday party of a classfellow, a friend, to her home. It was a small party and she was a class topper. She always dressed very lady-like, proper, wore glasses at school. Never tripped over things, never laughed only smiled, never came late and in short the ultimate Miss perfect ( are you thinking how could I be friends with such people? Believe me I have questioned myself time and time again over this matter as to why my friends are always prefect? Maybe Im the one who makes them remind of un perfection hehehe) Anyway, I went to her home, surprise surprise, even at just 11/12 years old, she was wearing her dupatta perfectly, it never fell from her shoulders, the same smile, the same gait and everything was perfectly perfect in the exact same way. Gosh!!! When I think back to how I was in school and how I am now, I think I haven't changed much in terms of personality either. Most if not all of my friends haven't changed either. It is strange how in every school the nerd, the bully, the bullied, the class clown, the weak, the poor exist. The girl with lice in her hair would still have lice in her hair when she had grand children!!! No Im serious. What's more there are swiss french girls here in My son's class and they have lice in their hair sometimes. They get suspended and have to come to school after they are treated and cured of it, yet they have it again. When I looked at her, she had the same look on her face and seemed exactly like the lice girl in MY classes, in every school, hehehe. Allaho Akbar!! Wisdom is a great thing ( no Im not saying I have too much) and Allah has designed the world in such a way that with wisdom we would ponder about many things which would lead us to understanding the Majesty of Allah in a better way. Even small things like kids and faces makes me think about Allah;s creations. If there were more gods, there would certainly have been disorder in the universe, Allaho Akbar everything is so systematic!! SubhanAllah |
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