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Preparing for Life!

Preparing for Life!

(Author Unknown)

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took
a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit
of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a
swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because
he expected that, at any moment, the wings would
enlarge and expand to be able to support the
body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the
rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body
and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not
understand was that the restricting cocoon and
the struggle required for the butterfly to get
through the tiny opening were Allah’s way of
forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into
its wings so that it would be ready for flight
once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in
our lives. If Allah allowed us to go through our
lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could
have been. We could never “fly”!

I asked for Strength………
And Allah gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom………
And Allah gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity………
And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage………
And Allah gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love……….
And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favours………
And Allah gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted ……..
I received everything I needed!
{So blessed be Allah, the best of Creators}
(Al Mu’minun 23:14)   

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Pay It Forward!

What Goes Round Comes Round

Author Unknown

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said,

 “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added,

“And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:

“You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,

“Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

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The Triple Filter Test

The Triple Filter Test

From Juz `Amma by Sheikh Fadhlalla Haeri

During the golden Abbasid period, one of the scholars in Baghdad, the capital of Muslim caliphate at that time, was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem.

One day an acquaintance met the great scholar and said:

“Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”

“Hold on a minute,” the scholar replied.

“Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?”

“That’s right,” the scholar continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say.

“That’s why I call it the triple filter test.

“The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and..”

“All right,” said the scholar. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not.

“Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” the scholar continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of Usefulness.

“Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really.”

“Well,” concluded the scholar, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”

{O ye who believe! Avoid most of suspicion, for surely suspicion in some cases is a sin, and do not spy on nor let some of you backbite each other} (Al Hujurat 49: 12)

More Moral Tales

When the Waters Were Changed 

The Flowering Tree

The Emperor’s New Clothes

The House of Three Rooms

All Things Are Linked!

Love and Time

The Gift of Sharing 

Climbing the Mountain

The Sieve

The Echo of Life

How Not to Master a Skill!

Fajr and Shaytan

Live to Work or Work to Live!

Forgiveness Between Sand and Stone

Forgiveness Between Sand and Stone

Sand and Stone

Two friends were lost in the desert, trying to find their way to the nearest town.  The strong rays of the sun were taking its toll on the friendship. Food was none existent, and the water they had was no longer, and each began to think only of themselves.

At one point of the journey they had an argument – and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:

“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After the friend recovered from the near drowning, the friend who was slapped wrote on a stone:

“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him:

“After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The other friend replied:

“When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

More Moral Tales:
The Lesson That Cannot Be Taught!

Live to Work or Work to Live!

Fajr and Shaytan

How Not to Master a Skill!

The Echo of Life

The Sieve

The Gift of Sharing 

Love and Time

All Things Are Linked!

The House of Three Rooms

The Emperor’s New Clothes

The Flowering Tree 

When the Waters Were Changed 

The Lesson That Cannot Be Taught!

The Shepherd

From: Jamiat of South Africa ( http://www.jamiat.org.za,)

Once upon a time, there lived in Basra an old man whose only occupation was to care for and love his only son.
The old man invested all his money in his son’s education.

The young man went away for a few years and acquired an education at a well known university under the great scholars of that age.

The day had arrived for the son to return from his studies and the old man waited at the door for his son. When the son came and met his father, the old man looked into his eyes and felt great disappointment.

    “What have you learnt my son?” he asked,

    “I have learnt everything there was to be learnt, father”, he said.

    “But have you learnt what cannot be taught?” asked the father.

    “Go, my son and learn what cannot be taught”, said the old man.

The young man went back to his master and asked him to teach him what cannot be taught.

    “Go away to the mountains with these four hundred sheep and come back when they are one thousand”, said the master.

The young man went to the mountains and became a shepherd.

There for the first time he encountered a silence.

He had no one to talk to. The sheep did not understand his language. In his desperation, he would talk to them, but they would look back at him as if to say he was stupid.

Slowly but surely he began to forget all his worldly knowledge, his ego, his pride and he became quiet like the sheep and great wisdom and humility came to him.

At the end of two years when the number of sheep had grown to one thousand, he returned to his master and fell to his knees.

    “Now you have learnt what cannot be taught,” said the master.

More Moral Tales
When the Waters Were Changed
The Flowering Tree
The Emperor’s New Clothes
The House of Three Rooms
All Things Are Linked!
Love and Time
The Gift of Sharing https://hwaairfan.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/the-gift-of-sharing/
Climbing the Mountain
The Sieve
The Echo of Life
How Not to Master a Skill!
Fajr and Shaytan
Live to Work or Work to Live!

The Sieve

The Sieve

Author Unknown

A group of devotees invited a master to the house of one of them, to give them instruction. He told them that they must strive to acquire freedom from strong reactions to the events of daily life, an attitude of habitual reverence, and the regular practice of a method of meditation.

The object was to realize one’s divine life pervading all things.

    “In the end you must come to this realization not only in the meditation period, but in daily life. The whole process is like filling a sieve with water.”

He bowed and left.

The little group saw him off and then one of them turned to the others, fuming:

    “That’s as good as telling us that we’ll never be able to do it. Filling a sieve with water, I ask you! That’s what happens now, isn’t it? At least it is with me.”
    “I go to listen to a sermon, or I pray, or I read one of the holy books, or I help the neighbors with their children and offer the merit to God, or something like that and I feel uplifted.

    “My character does improve for a bit — I don’t get so impatient, and I don’t gossip so much. But it soon drops off, and I’m just like I was before. It’s like water in a sieve, all right. But now he’s telling us this is all we shall ever be able to do.”

They pondered on the image of the sieve without getting any solution which satisfied them all. Some thought he was telling them that people like themselves in the world could expect only a temporary upliftment.

Some thought he was just laughing at them. Others thought he might be referring to something in the classics which he had expected them to know — they looked for references to a sieve, without success.

In the end, the whole thing dropped away from them all except for one woman, who decided to see the master. He gave her a sieve and a cup and they went to the nearby seashore, where they stood on a rock with the waves breaking around them.

    “Show me how you fill the sieve with water,” he said.

She bent down, held the sieve in one hand, and scooped the water into it with the cup. It barely appeared at the bottom of the sieve and then was gone.

    “It’s just like that with spiritual practice, too,” he said,

    “while one stands on the rock of I-ness, and tries to ladle the divine realization into it. That’s not the way to fill a sieve with water, or the self with divine life.”

    “How do you do it then?” she asked.

He took the sieve from her hand, and threw it far out into the sea, where it floated momentarily and then sank.

    “Now it’s full of water, and it will remain so,” he said.

    “That’s the way to fill it with water, and it’s the way to do spiritual practice.

    “It’s not ladling little cupfuls of divine life into the individuality, but throwing the individuality far out into the sea of divine life.”

Other Teaching Tales:
When the Waters Were Changed
The Flowering Tree
The Emperor’s New Clothes
The House of Three Rooms
All Things Are Linked!
Love and Time
The Gift of Sharing
Climbing the Mountain