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The Butterfly

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(God’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!

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human desire has no limits. the prophet said.if human being has tow rivers of gold he will never be satisfied and he will ask fot*r third river and so on.
it is said ther was a cmpanion named tha.alaba (some says this story is not correct)asked the prophet mohammed (pbuh)to ask God to make tha.alaba very rich.the prophet said to him it would be very difficult to be rich.but tha.alaba insisted.and the prophet asked God to make tha.alaba rich.
after short time .tha.alaba became very rich.the prophet noticed that tha.alaba is absent from time to time to come to the mosque.then tha.alaba comes just jumoa.prayer.after certain time the prophet asked some companions to go to tha.alaba to take zakat but tha.alaba refused.
this shows the limitless desire of man.

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the second story teaches us the meaing of (ihsan)that means to give better than to take
abdallah ibn almobarek was very generouse.he asked some of his friends to perform peligrimage togather with a conditione to be their amire. .so the voyage with him to alhadj was very amusing and at the end he gave back every one of his friend his money.
life surely would have another meaning when we teach us to give rather than to take
it is a little bit difficult.

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The Three Dolls

A sage presented a prince with a set of three small dolls. The prince was not amused.
“Am I a girl that you give me dolls?” he asked.
“This is a gift for a future king,” said the man. “If you look carefully, you’ll see a hole in the ear of each doll.”
“So?”
The sage handed him a piece of string.
“Pass it through each doll,” he said.
Intrigued, the prince picked up the first doll and put the string into the ear.
It came out from the other ear.
“This is one type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him, comes out from the other ear. He doesn’t retain anything.”
The prince put the string into the second doll. It came out from the mouth.
“This is the second type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him, he tells everybody else.”
The prince picked up the third doll and repeated the process. The string did not reappear from anywhere else.
“This is the third type of person,” said the man. “Whatever you tell him is locked up within him. It never comes out.”
“What is the best type of person?” asked the prince.
The man handed him a fourth doll, in answer.
When the prince put the string into the doll, it came out from the other ear.
“Do it again,” said the sage. The prince repeated the process. This time the string came out from the mouth. When he put the string in a third time, it did not come out at all.
“This is the best type of person,” said the sage. “To be trustworthy, a man must know when not to listen, when to remain silent and when to speak out.”

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very useful story.this shows how to deal carefully with people .they are different and our behaviour with them must be different.as it is said.some people are like air you need them always.some people like food you need them some times.some people like desease you must get away from them.
also some people are very intelligentthey listen to you carefully.other are so sleepy whatever you say it is meaningless for them.some keep secrets.others like broken cup couldn.t keepany thing.
such is life.
i want to participate here just to improve my english so excuse me.
thanks a lot.

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Scab and Abscess

An elephant was led to a well to drink. Seeing itself in the water, it shied away. It thought it was shying away from another elephant. It did not realize it was shying away from its own self.
All evil qualities—oppression, hatred, envy, greed, mercilessness, pride—when they are within yourself, they bring no pain. When you see them in another, then you shy away and feel the pain. We feel no disgust at our own scab and abscess. We will dip our infected hand into our food and lick our fingers without turning in the least bit squeamish. But if we see a tiny abscess or half a scratch on another’s hand, we shy away from that person’s food and have no stomach for it whatsoever. Evil qualities are just like scabs and abscesses; when they are within us they cause no pain, but when we see them even to a small degree in another, then we feel pain and disgust.
Just as you shy away from your brother or sister, so you should excuse them for shying away from you. The pain you feel comes from those faults, and they see the same faults. The seeker of truth is a mirror for their neighbors. But those who cannot feel the sting of truth are not mirrors to anyone but themselves.

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thank you ZANAZ.now
I am amember in ENGLISHBABY

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this topic to see other.s faults and being blind with yours was my khutba last friday
I do absolutly agree with you that scab and abscess represent nothing when they are with us .but when we discover them with the others we raise our voices.criticise harshly and offering pieces of advice.some people know just to hunt other.s mistakes.
believe.I feel fed up with such kind of people. we say in Arbic(the camel sees just the back of other camels.he laughs.what a strange back they have.
achafi.i said.(if your eyes see amistake.say oh my eye I have mistakes and people have eyes.

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المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة أبوصلاح الدين (المشاركة 757999) this topic to see other.s faults and being blind with yours was my khutba last friday I do absolutly agree with you that scab and abscess represent nothing when they are with us .but when we discover them with the others we raise our voices.criticise harshly and offering pieces of advice.some people know just to hunt other.s mistakes. believe.I feel fed up with such kind of people. we say in Arbic(the camel sees just the back of other camels.he laughs.what a strange back they have. achafi.i said.(if your eyes see amistake.say oh my eye I have mistakes and people have

You're doing well to get the morals of the stories I post and that's good enough for you.
It is easy to look around notice their mistakes, but it will be hard to notice your own mistakes and criticise it. It i said also It is useless to have a learning tongue but an ignorant heart.

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Being thankful

It is said that once Hasan al-Basri had a very sharp headache, so he tied a bandana over his head. Rabia Basri saw him and inquired the cause for the bandana, to which Hasan al-Basri told her of the headache.
Rabia Basri asked him if this headache is something he gets often. Hasan al-Basri replied that Allah has blessed him with good health and it is after many years that he had a headache this severe.
“Is it not strange that Allah gave you good health for years, and then when He afflicts you with some pain, you wear a banner on your head to advertise your pain?”
Hasan al-Basri says that after that day he never ever complained of any harship he faced.
I don’t know the authenticity, but I often marvel at the lesson. How thankful are we in the times of ease and how we complain in the times of difficulty? May Allah save us from hypocrisy.

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It i said also It is useless to have a learning tongue but an ignorant heart
zanaz thank you so much.
with you i feel i have got back many things i have lost before .really it is useless to have alearning tongue but an ignorant heart.
concerning your advice to deal with non-moslims in Englishbaby site.i will do it word by word.
you represent the best exemple for me in this board.

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Lesson for old age

To all, look with your eyes..but really look hard deep within your heart….. A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There,Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction,
sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food when I grow up.”
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.
Tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s Hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his Days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled,or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.
If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.
The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child’s future. Let’s be wise builders and role models.
“Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference ” Take care of yourself, and those you love, …today, and everyday! That regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
That making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.”
That if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.
People will forget what you said … people will forget what you did… but people will never forget how you made them feel.

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being thankful is a must for everyone with God.it is narrated tow stories in the past.
the first story that one day afamous scholar saw a poor man very sad.wiped up of his life .the scholar asked him(why are you so sad?
it is the misery.i am very poor.i have nothing to feed myself and my family.the man replied.
are you ready to buy your eyes with thousand dinars?
are you ready to buy your tongue with the same price.
and hae asked him many questione and the answer was always (no .i can.t)
i see you you are very rich and you claim you are poor.
the man understood the lesson perfectly.
the second story it is said once upon time apoor man hated himself and his family.they always asking him food and he could.t bring them food.
one day and under the pression of anger found himself in the desert walking without knowing what to do .in the vast desert he saw a tent .he went to it .
he found an old blind sick poor man saying (alhamdou lillah ahamdolillah)repeating the same word offering thanks to God.
the man was surprised(for what reason he thanks God)he is old blind sick poor living lonely in this huge desert?
that man was realy a true believer and a wise man.
the blind man said.
am i muslim?
many people are disbelievers.
i have mind
many people are mad.
i have tongue
many people couldn.t talk.
so ahamdolillah ahamdolillah.
it was a great lesson for that man to go back to his family and to deal with life as a man.

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mr.Zanaz wher are your new stories?
you are doing good
please do not stop.

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Salam Alaikum brother,
I will never stop posting stories till I finish all of them:)
I will post a new one ASAP
May Allah bring you peace and happiness.

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A Robbers Advice

That is why the experience of Imam Ghazali (r.a.) is a valuable lesson.

Having completed his studies, Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was en route back home. On the way the caravan in which he was travelling was waylaid by robbers. Together with his co-travellers, Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was dispossessed of all his goods. Amongst his possessions were the carefully written notes of the lectures delivered by his ustads. These notes were also taken by the robbers. Imam Ghazali (r.a.) sought out the leader of the band of robbers and pleaded with him: “Your men have taken all my possessions except for the clothes I wear. You may keep the extra clothes and other valuables - I do not lament their loss. However, please ask your men to return the papers they have taken.”
The leader of the band of robbers was amazed at this unusual request. This young man was not worried about clothes and valuables, but he was asking for some pieces of paper to be returned!
Very curious, he asked: “What papers are these?”
Imam Ghazali (r.a.) explained: “I am a student returning home after completing my studies. When my teachers used to lecture, I used to make notes. These are those very pages of ‘ilm that I am requesting to be returned to me.”
The leader of the robbers said, “What you have just said fills me with great sorrow and regret. Young lad! Is your ‘ilm on pieces of paper when it should have been in your heart? Papers can get lost. Papers can be destroyed by fire, become parched by the sun, get eaten by moths, become damaged with damp, etc., etc. You are dependent on papers? It fills me with great pity. Your ‘ilm should be in your heart! Be that as it may, your papers will be returned.”
He summoned one of his men and ordered him, “Give back to this boy his papers.” The notes were retrieved and returned to Imam Ghazali (r.a.).
Imam Ghazali (r.a.) was of noble character. He was, moreover, a dedicated student. The words of the gang-leader were like a knife piercing his heart. On reaching home, he lost no time in memorising all his notes!

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some times we may get wisdom from analphabits.because wisdom is result of long experiences.
since you mention robbers i remember two important stories
it is said that the scholar abderlkader aljilani was a child among a caraventhat was attacked by robbers.
the robbers asked him(do you have money?
yes .he answered
how much?they asked
forty dinars.he answerd the robbers get astonished why did you tell us the truth?they asked.
because my mother advised me not to tell lies
the headmaster said to himself(this is a child felow s his mother.s orders and i am a man disobey my God.s orders)so he blamed himself then he decided to stop robbery and repenting to God.the same thing did his fellowers.
it was a great lesson from innocent child
also .it is said ther was a caraven attacked by robbers.the robbers took all caraven supplies.among these supplies ther was food.the robbers started eating . they asked their chief to eat .he said(i am fasting)one of the caraven said(you are head of robbers and you are fasting how that
the head said (i let always a link between me and my God i may repent at any time
after a long time that man of the caraven met this head in Macca performing his peligrimage(i have told you that link made me going back to Him)the head robbers said.

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some times we may get wisdom from analphabits.because wisdom is result of long experiences.
since you mention robbers i remember two important stories
it is said that the scholar abderlkader aljilani was a child among a caraventhat was attacked by robbers.
the robbers asked him(do you have money?
yes .he answered
how much?they asked
forty dinars.he answerd the robbers get astonished why did you tell us the truth?they asked.
because my mother advised me not to tell lies
the headmaster said to himself(this is a child felow s his mother.s orders and i am a man disobey my God.s orders)so he blamed himself then he decided to stop robbery and repenting to God.the same thing did his fellowers.
it was a great lesson from innocent child
also .it is said ther was a caraven attacked by robbers.the robbers took all caraven supplies.among these supplies ther was food.the robbers started eating . they asked their chief to eat .he said(i am fasting)one of the caraven said(you are head of robbers and you are fasting how that
the head said (i let always a link between me and my God i may repent at any time
after a long time that man of the caraven met this head in Macca performing his peligrimage(i have told you that link made me going back to Him)the head robbers said.

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Salam Alaikum brother,
Thanks for sharing other stories:)

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Put the Glass Down

A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, ‘How much do you think this glass weighs?’
‘50 gms!’ …. ‘100 gms!’ …… ‘125 gms’ …… the students answered.
‘I really don’t know unless I weigh it,’ said the professor, ‘but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?’
‘Nothing’ the students said.
‘Ok! What would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?’ the professor asked.
‘Your arm would begin to ache’, said one of the students.
‘You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?’
‘Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress and paralysis and have to go to hospital for sure!’ ventured another student; and all the students laughed.
‘Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?’ asked the professor.
‘No’
‘Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle stress?’ The students were puzzled.
‘Put the glass down!’ said one of the students.
‘Exactly!’ said the professor. ‘Life’s problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head and they seem okay. Think of them for a long time and they begin to ache. Hold it even longer and they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything’.
‘It’s important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to have trust in Allah (swt) and to ‘put them down’ at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!’
So, as it becomes time for you to leave office today, Remember friend to ‘PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY’ and have tranquility by putting trust in Almighty Allah (swt).
Holy Quran: “He it is who sent down tranquility into the hearts of the believers that they might have more faith added to their faith”. (48:4) Tranquility is sign of strong faith while worries and stress is sign of weak faith.
Tell to your mind every day before you go to sleep:

“O soul that is at rest satisfied. Return to your Lord well-pleased (with Him), well-pleasing (Him). So, enter among My servants, and enter into my Paradise”.

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mr.Zanaz
God bless you
i expect very hopeful future for you because you work hard
your stories mean many things for me
don.t judge for the first sight
hte upheaval of life obstacles is often imbearable you must put it aside.
the whole life means nothing if we compre it with the least blessing of God.

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The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “People I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory could not match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.”
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.”
Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, ashamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of wasted time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!”
In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.
The title bore “Time I Have Spent in Learning About Allah and His Tawheed”. The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. The cards in it were so few, so inadequate, that I could count them on just one hand! And the amount of time I had spent in learning about Allah, in understanding His Tawheed, in studying the correct Islamic Aqeedah - the time I had spent on all this was so tiny, so miniscule and irrelevant that I was embarrassed beyond words . . .
It was then that the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the over-whelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room.
I must lock it up and hide the key.

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i did not understand certain words but i think i ave understood the subject
the room is your and my life.
cards are our actions good or bad
the third elements is your and my attitude towards these actions.
mr Zanaz do you really have this room with such cards.
i know you said a the beginning it is between wakefulness and dreams but some people do.
mr Zanaz as you have said in drops of wisdoms our life is between hope and fear.
when we look at some cards we feel afraid
when we see the opposit side we feel happy.
or the subject about something totally different.

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Salam Alaikum brother,
Which words you did not understand? You can use wordrefrence.com to explain any difficult word. Its explanation is lucid and I have been using it for months.
This story talks about our deeds that are written down by angels wether they are bad or good. How desperatly I tried to empty the file of "Lustful Thoughts'' but all my efforts came into vain. This surely reminds us of the day of Judgement and when we will recieve our books that are filled by everything we done in this life not escaping the smallest details.
Then I read the file of "Time I Have Spent in Learning About Allah and His Tawheed" finding out how bright was this file, brighter than other files but its sieze was small, its pages I can count them on just one head. It is the time I spent learning about Allah, my religion, aqeedah, my prophet....ect. This story drives your attention to the reason of our existence in this world, so we should focus on our journey and prepare whatever it takes to get safe to the other side.
Is the moral of the story clear now?
Our life should be between hope and fear, this is true. It is also about the meaning of " Fear of Allah"; as I exaplined it before on Ebaby: fear of Allah rips away desires and muddens luxuries so that cherished sins become reprehensible, just as a honey lover is repelled by it when he learns that it has poison in it. This is how fear burns desires; disciplines the organs; subordinates the heart and gives it tranquility. It also enables the heart to rid itself of pride, hatred, and envy; and it leaves it absorbed in it (fear). Hence, the heart becomes preoccupied with its own worries and looks towards its best interest in the long run. It is then engaged in only matters like meditation, self-analysis and struggle. It cherishes its time and moments.
The heart in its journey towards Allah, subhanahu wa ta'ala, is like a bird whose head is love, and hope and fear are its two wings. When the head and the two wings are sound and healthy the flight of the bird is good, but when the head is cut off, it immediately dies, and when either or both wings are deficient, the bird cannot properly fly and may become victim of any hunter or snare. The righteous predecessors preferred to strengthen the wing of fear during good times when heedlessness is feared, and to strengthen the wing of hope at times of calamity and when near death.

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the moral of the story is very clear now mr Zanaz.
our heart like the bird lives between fear and hope .with thee two wings we can fly
i believe i can fly
it is a title of an old song God bles you mr Zanaz.

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Salam Alaikum brother, It has been a while:) I hope you are doing well.

May Allah bless you, too.

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The Illusion of Reflection

Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it. Some said a bird might have stolen it. The king then asked them all to search for it and put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found it.
One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial area. This river was completely polluted, filthy and smelly. As he was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in the filthy, dirty river and grabbed at the necklace, but some how missed it and didn’t catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.
Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This time he was determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he could not get the necklace that would get him $50,000.
Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what was the matter. The clerk didn’t want to share the secret with the saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried to catch it, but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.

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that is our story with the whole life
that is our sufference with our dreams
Abo hamed alghazali (rahemehou allah) discribed our trouble with life like this clerk with the necklace
he said.
whan the child born he still suffer until he can walk.then the child hopes always to grow up quickly.when he becomes an adult he wants to be a strong young to challenge his collegues.whan he becomes astrong young.he lloks after girls.then he looks for marriage
after that he waits his children to spend the rest of his life to feed them. to protect them.
then suddenly he finds himself getting old.he hopes to be a young again
but that is impossible
looking after necklace is looking after life
looking for money
looking for so many ambitions.
at the end
it is just an illusion.
mr.Zanaz
we ask God hopeful future for you.
please.ask GOD in Tarawih to realise my dreams.

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both of Alghazali the old and the new
i love their writings very strongly
they have a great impact on my way of thinking.

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where are you mr.Zanaz
we miss you
a member very important like you musn.t be absent
we hope to see you soon.