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Wednesday, 23. April 2008, 18:05:59
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Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to
Help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their
involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.
Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own
situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to
Help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their
involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.
Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own
situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'
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WIDGETIZE
Erbsdaword # 9. May 2008, 14:27
outlandesh # 9. May 2008, 15:57
Erbsdaword # 9. May 2008, 17:38
outlandesh # 9. May 2008, 20:36
He shoots his friend and kills him.
Wife says: "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends"...
outlandesh # 9. May 2008, 20:38
By . Sunday, 30. March 2008, 08:26:05
Do we realize how much our prophet Muhammad (PBUH) loved his people and how deeply he was committed.
We should be proud to be a Muslim and more proud to be his UMMATII
The Almighty kindled the glow of his beloved prophet (PBUH) from the outpouring of his won Radiance and made the leader of all the prophets and Messenger’s the meeting point of all virtues and perfection.
Aside from Allah’s Divinity, oneness and greatness, whichever attributes of perfection could be bestowed on a human being, were all put into the purest form of the Holy prophet (PBUH) thus making him a manifestation of all that is virtuous and perfect in the universe.
The last day…………….
Suddenly, there was a person who said salaam “ May I come in?” he asked
But Fatimah(SUA) did not allow him to enter the room.
“I am sorry my father is ill”
Said Fatimah (AS), and turned back and closed the door.
She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah (AS), “ Who was he , my daughter?”
“I don’t know, my father It’s the first time I am seeing him,” Fatimah (AS) said gently.
“Know one thing…..!
He is the one who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the world.
He is the ANGEL OF DEATH”
Said Rasulullah (PBUH).
Fatimah(AS) bore the bomb of her cry.
The death angel come to wards him,
But Rasulullah (PBUH) asked why Jibrail did not come along with him
The Rusulullah (PBUH) looked at his daughter with a trembled look, as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of his daughters face.
Then , Jabrail was called Jabrail was ready in the sky to welcome the soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.
“O Jibrail, explain to me about my rights in front of Allah?”
Rusullah(PBUH) asked with a very weak voice.
“The doors of the sky have opened ; the angels are waiting for your soul.
All Jannats are open widely waiting for you, “ Jibrail said.
But, in fact , All that did not make Rusullah (PBUH) relived.
His eyes were still full of worry.
“You are not happy to hear his news?”
Asked Jibrail.
“Tell me about the destiny of MY PEOPLE in the future?”
Don’t worry, O’ Rusulullah;
The time for Malaeket Izrail to do his work became closer and closer, slowly, Rusulullah’s Soul was pulled.
It seemed that the body of Rusulullah (PBUH) was full of sweat;
The verves of his neck became tight.
“Jibrail, how painful this sakaratul maut is!”
Rasulullah (PBUH) slowly uttered with groan.
Fatimah (AS) closed her eyes,
Ali (AS) sat beside her bow deeply and Jibrail turned his face back.
“Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back O’ Jibrail?”
Rusulullah(PBUH) asked to the deliverer of wahyn.
“Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul mout”,Jibrail said.
“Not for a while,” then Rasulullah (PBUH) uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.
“O Allah, how great is this sakaratul maut .
Give me all these pains, but don’t to my people.”
The Body of Rasulullah (PBUH) became cold,
His feet and chest did not move anymore.
With tears in eyes, his lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something,
Ali (AS) took his ear close to Rusulullah (PBUH)
“UNSHIIKUM BIS SALATI, WA MAA INLAKAT ALMANUKU”
“TAKE CARE OF THE SALAT AND TAKE CARE OF WEEK PEOPLE AMOUNG YOU”
Out side the room, there were cries, each one shouting sahaba holding each other,Fatimah(AS) closed her face with her hands.
Again, Ali (AS) took his ear closed to Rasulullah’s (PBUH) and with his mouth which became blish, and tears in his eyes,
He Uttered:
“UMMATII, UMMATII, UMMATII”
“MY PEOPLE, MY PEOPLE, MY PEOPLE”
And the life of the Noble MAN Ended…………………
Could we ever love each other like Him?.
“ Allahumma salli Ala Muhamm adin Abdika wa Rasoolika wa salli Alal Mu’mineena wal muslimaati”
How deep was Rasulullah’s (PBUH) love for us.
Please share this with all your friends so that the awareness to love Allah and his Rasul appears as Allah and his Rasul love us.
Don’t worry if people hate you because there are many others who love and care for you on the earth.
But be worried if Allah hates you- because there is non other who loves and cares for you here and in the AKHIRAT-
outlandesh # 14. May 2008, 08:33