May be i should post this in front of me, in the mentors' room...as a reminded to myself:
49:11 O ye who believe! Let not some men among you laugh at others: It may be that the (latter) are better than the (former): Nor let some women laugh at others: It may be that the (latter are better than the (former): Nor defame nor be sarcastic to each other, nor call each other by (offensive) nicknames: Ill-seeming is a name connoting wickedness, (to be used of one) after he has believed: And those who do not desist are (indeed) doing wrong.
49:12 O ye who believe! Avoid suspicion as much (as possible): for suspicion in some cases is a sin: And spy not on each other behind their backs. Would any of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? Nay, ye would abhor it...But fear Allah. For Allah is Oft-Returning, Most Merciful.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Loved.
Loved -
when i'm in need,
and had no one to turn to.
Loved,
when I asked not for more,
but more is given nonetheless.
Loved,
when I decide to really see,
and not take things for granted.
Cared,
even when I'm blind
and deaf,
and ungrateful.
It is He Who has created hearing, sight and minds for you. What little thanks you show! (Qur'an, 23:78)
when i'm in need,
and had no one to turn to.
Loved,
when I asked not for more,
but more is given nonetheless.
Loved,
when I decide to really see,
and not take things for granted.
Cared,
even when I'm blind
and deaf,
and ungrateful.
It is He Who has created hearing, sight and minds for you. What little thanks you show! (Qur'an, 23:78)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Gratitude
"If i would be able to turn back time, i would like to be the youngest child. Then i'll have everything... she has everything...."
That familiar, dusty, bitter emotion came back.
But I refused to let it stay, so i dug further into my memory box... finding anything worthy to slide into the folder known as "Why am i lucky to be the eldest child."
And unexpectedly that memory came tagging with Gladness.
The memory of my dad tossing the Quran across on the floor, to an ustaz... as if the gesture was saying, "Read it!"
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Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response. -- Mildred Barthel.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Telling the truth cleans the heart
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