At times when we are at our lowest, we need something to lift us our spirits up. I find that quotes, short stories and poems helps me lots through these process. To remind me that to count every small blessings :)In rainy days you might want a little sunshine to light your heart. In sunny days you might want a shade and cool breeze.. Just like little kind words and some motivation to get through rough days.. Something to keep you going.
Monday 29 August 2011
Ramadan was coming to an end soon and there were just a few days before Eid. I had to do some last minute Eid shopping. I was around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying: "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this toy tea set."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this tea set, my dear.''
Then his granny asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the tea set in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this tea set to.
"It's the tea set that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Eid. She was so sure that angels would bring it to her."
I replied to him that may be ALLAH will send it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, the angels can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the tea set to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with ALLAH . Daddy says that Mommy is going to see ALLAH very soon too, so I thought that she could take the tea set with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister "
Then he looked again at the tea set with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
"What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''
"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough."
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for tea set and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Jazakallah(Thank you ALLAH ) for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for ALLAH to make sure I have enough money to buy this tea set so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask ALLAH for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the tea set and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, his granny came again and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Only ALLAH knows what went through my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a sporty car, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away last night and the funeral would be held early this morning.
I couldn't stop myself and I felt it my duty to go to the home where the body of the young woman was laying just before they were going to take it away for prayer and burial. Some ladies whom I recognized from our weekly Taalim Halqa were praying for the young lady.
She was there; wrapped in a white shroud, a beautiful white rose by her side and the same young boy I met earlier with the tea set against his chest.
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its my honour that You are my Master...
its my dignity that i am Your slave....
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