Give a little of yourself......

I was forwarded this email and I found a lesson within which we all need to be reminded about every lil while....

Thank you Allah swt for all the favors you have bestowed upon us, forgive us Ya Rabb for being ungrateful, forgive us. Ya Allah swt please help our ailing ummah and stir our hearts to be a means of assisting them...Ameen..ameen

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After a conversation with one of my friends, he told me despite having to work 2 jobs that bring in approximately R2500 per month, he's quite happy.

I wondered how anyone could be happy considering he has to skimp with everything because of his low pay. He's supporting his parents, his in-laws, his wife, 2 daughters and the many bills his large household accrues.

He explained that his reasoning was caused by one incident that he'd seen in India. It had happened a couple of years before he'd married when he was feeling very low, after a major setback, while touring India.

He said that right in front of his very eyes, he saw an Indian mother chop off her child's right hand. The hopelessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the innocent 4-year-old has haunted him, ever since.

You may ask why did the mother do so? Had the child been naughty? Had the child's hand been infected? No, it was done for two simple words - - - TO BEG!!!

The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg.

Taken back by the scene, he dropped a piece of bread he was eating and almost instantly, a flock of 5 or 6 children swamped towards this small piece of bread, covered with sand, robbing bits from one another.

How could hunger and desperation be allowed to fester like this? Stricken by the happenings, he instructed his guide to get a truck and to drive him to the nearest bakery. He went to two bakeries and bought every single loaf of bread he found. The owners were dumbfounded but willingly sold everything. He spent less than R200 to obtain about 400 loaves of bread this is less than R0.50 per loaf) and then spent about R100 to get other daily necessities.
Off he went with his bread into the streets. As he distributed the bread and necessities to the children and adults (mostly handicapped)he received cheers and bows. For the first time in his life he wondered how people would do almost anything for a loaf of bread which cost less than 50 CENTS.

He began to tell himself how fortunate he was. How fortunate he is to be able to have a complete body, have a job, have a family, have the chance to complain about what food is good and what isn't, have the chance to be clothed, have the many things that these people in front of him are deprived of..... .
Now I began to think and feel it, too! Was my life really that bad? Perhaps... not, should I feel bad all the time? What about you? Maybe the next time you think it couldn't be worse, think about the child who lost one hand to beg on the streets.

"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it's the realization of how much you already have."

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the next that has been opened for us.
It's so very true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it.
But it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything.
They just make the most of everything that comes their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't be your best until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Send this message to those people who mean something to you. To those who have touched your life in one way or another. To those who make you smile when you really need it. To those that allow you see the brighter side of things. To those you want to let know that you appreciate their friendship.

Cupid Revealed - cupid doesn't love you!

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Mistakes

"Mommy, next time I make a mistake on a beautiful thing will you cover it?" ....words from a 4 year olds mouth. He came to me with an eraser and a picture he drew and he asked me to erase the mistake he made but being done in marker this was not possible. So I said I will use my white-out pen to fix it up, since he did such an excellent job. This however fascinated him and he enjoyed the "tape" that covered mistakes. And in his innocence and honesty he said the above words. I repeated it out loud and chuckled to myself. A few minutes later I found myself pondering on his words, but in a different light. Would it not be so wonderful if we could indeed cover mistakes made by our friends/family and all the beautiful people around us. And so I ask, "next time I or anyone makes a mistake on a beautiful thing, will you cover it?"

Women wearing headscarfs - Give me a break!

I love this!!..haha (I'm laughing at HOW he says it, not what he says)
...It's true...just watch!

Only Ask God

O'God Let me die knowing I've touched the world
I've aimed to land on the sun, afraid of none
Let me die with purpose, with conviction
Let me be placed within the soil, the debris knowing my soul is full
O'God let me die having reached my fullest potential
Let me die looking the enemy in the eye knowing that I did try
Let me die having feared no one but you
Having trekked through knowing my return is only to you
O'God allow me to live fighting the war of good vs evil
Let me live in a world where good stands a chance to prevail
Let me live in on an earth that sees day and night as a purpose
Where birds and butterflies are not just words from a poetess
Let me live with an intellect and an understanding of truth
Let the boundries of this world be none around me
Let me be free to live for the the next life
Let me be strong and inspire to be stronger
Let me be caring and inspire to give more
O'God show me the way of the blessed
Show me true success!

Lost In Darkness

sWritten in April 2002-- 5 yrs later, I feel exactly the same, and have no answers....

Mixed emotions inside, I can't make sense of each compartment it hides. My strength being torn apart in each article, each report, each utter by the breath that doesn't not wish to give support. My love, my happiness so overwhelming like a worldly bliss. But my world, has stress that I can't miss or leave to have vultures continue to kill each last kid. So what do I do? ... Turn ignorance to arrogance? Turn love of family to a distant past? ...Run across the world and die fighting to make a difference? I cannot void the inhumane images I see, I cannot forget the ones who love me unconditionally, I can't continue to listen to them say the truth is the 'corrupted word'. Why is it we forget how pain feels?..Why don't we realize that if we inflict the hurt they inflict it will never end?..Why don't we realize that we are all humans with a heart?.. Why can't we feel beyond our own? Why can't they give us back our homes? Why do we die in a state of hate? ... Children live in terror, they're only knowledge is of the bombs the enemies fire while they slumber. Their fondest memory is to find shelter within a crumbled building. Their only joy is when they take another soul. Never do their tears run dry, as each day it's either, their mother, father, uncle, or aunt. There's an internal wound in each heart, no place to inflict any more pain. Each dart has left a dried bloodstain. Its a life not an understanding of what's wrong or right....for they've been wronged and they're oppressors just want to fight. What can we do in this broken world, but cry endless tears to our Creator to bless them with an eternity of happiness for bearing a life filled with terrorists. Ameen..Ameen..Ameen..my lips will always voice their pain, and my heart will always envy their strength, my soul will always whimper for them till justice will hold.

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Ponder...

"Who is he that will lend unto Allah a goodly load, that He may double it for him and his may be a rich reward?" - The Noble Quran

Perfecting Patience

Have you heard that all that's meant to be will be, whether you wish it or not?

Have you seen with your heart and not just those two holes above your nose?

Have you seen how wonders work around us, how perfectly planned things can be

Some argue love is destiny, others argue it's a sought out commodity

I say, it's a thing that once you strive to fulfill it, ultimately you will receive it

But timing is everything

Patience, is a choice of happiness or without it you're left with mere depression

Some say success is a matter of will power, others say it's just luck

I say it's a tied camel and a two hands facing upward

It's the ability to work knowing all your affairs are taken care of

Some argue freedom is a right, others say it's a luxury

I say it's a choice of knowing what you want, and fearing none but the Almighty

In the end our fate is the same, destiny is a matter of labour and trust in the One who says "BE" and it shall BE.

Glory be to He, the Lord of all the Heavens and the Earth and everything in between!