A Story With A Moral…The Value Of A Mother….

After having reached at the peak of his career a man felt an urge to repay back to his mother for all that she had done for him. So he asked her, “Mother, what can I give you? What can I do for you? I sincerely want to repay you for all the sacrifices you have made for me and for all the love you have showered upon me.”

Mother looked surprised and said, “Why do you think about it. It was my duty so I did it, you don’t have to repay me. Even if you want to, there is no way a man can ever repay his mother.”

 Despite her continuous refusal to ask for anything, he continued to persist. To put an end to the discussion, she said, “All right. If you must, then tonight you sleep on my bed, with me, just as you used to when you were a baby.” He said, “That’s a strange thing to ask for, but if it pleases you, I will.”

 As soon as he fell asleep, the mother got up and brought a bucket of water. She poured a mug full of water on his side. Feeling disturbed by the wetness under him, in his sleep he moved away to the other side of the bed. As he settled down, his mother poured another mug of water on the other side. In his slumber he tried to find space towards the foot post of the bed. Sometime later he woke up feeling that this part of the bed too was damp. He got up and saw his mother, with the mug in her hand.

He asked angrily, “What are you doing mother? Why don’t you let me sleep? How do you expect me to sleep on a wet bed?”

 Mother said, “I slept with you, when you wetted the bed in the night. I changed your nappy and moved you to the dry part of the bed, while I slept on the wet side. You wanted to repay me. Can you sleep here even for one night with me on a damp bed? If you can, I’ll take it that you have repaid me.”

 Moral: How true it is that of all the debts in the world, the one that can never be repaid is the one you owe to our mother. We can never repay the love, care and time our mother gave to bring us up. We are a part of her flesh and blood, we should don’t forget this, because she never ever forgets it. I know you are thinking of missing your mother at this very moment….Give her a hug and tell her you love her, if you far call her, if she is not with you anymore keep her in your dua’s…

“There is nothing as beautiful as our mother in this world”

The Carpenter

A highly skilled carpenter who had grown old was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire.

The employer was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter agreed to this proposal but made sure that this will be his last project. Being in a mood to retire, the carpenter was not paying much attention to building this house. His heart was not in his work. He resorted to poor workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

When the job was done, the carpenter called his employer and showed him the house. The employer handed over some papers and the front door key to the carpenter and said “This is your house, my gift to you.”

The carpenter was in a shock! What a shame! If he had only known that he was building his own house, he would have made it better than any other house that he ever built!

Our situation can be compared to this carpenter. Allah SWT has sent us to this world to build our homes in paradise by obeying His commands. Now, we have to decide how well we wish to build the homes where we will live forever.

One in a thousand

"It is related that one night Shaykh Bayazid went outside the city and found everything wrapped in deep silence, free from the clamour of men. The moon was shedding her radiance upon the world and by her light made night as brilliant as the day. Stars innumerable shone like jewels in the heavens above, each pursuing its appointed task. For a long time the Shaykh made his way across the open country and found no movement therein, nor saw a single soul.

Deeply moved by this he cried:
"O Lord, my heart is stirred within me by this Thy Court displayed in all its splendour and sublimity, yet none are found here to give Thee the adoring worship which is thy due. Why should this be, O Lord?

Then the hidden voice of God spoke to him:
"O thou who art bewildered in the Way, know that the King does not grant admission to every passer-by. So exalted is the Majesty of His Court that not every beggar can be admitted thereto. When the Splendour of My Glory sheds abroad its radiance from this My sanctuary, the heedless and those who are wrapped in the sleep of indolence are repelled thereby. Those who are worthy of admittance to this Court wait for long years, until one in a thousand of them wins entrance thereto."

No religion would be complete without providing the path for the "one in a thousand". Islam as an integral tradition and the last plenary message of Heaven to the present humanity has preserved to this day the possibility of following the interior life, a life which, although actualized fully only by the few, has cast its light and spread its perfume over all authentic manifestations of the Islamic tradition.

The farmer who followed his dream | a palestinian folk-tale

In the village of Sirees there lived a poor farmer. He lived in a small house with two lemon trees in a garden at the front. The farmer and his seven children worked all year round, but money was short.

One morning, while they were having breakfast, his wife said, "You look worried. What is the matter?"

The farmer replied, "I had a dream last night, and I can't explain it. I dreamt that I had to go to Jerusalem - I don't know why - and had to wait at a certain place by Damascus Gate."

"Wait for what?" asked his wife.

"That's it," said the farmer. "I have no idea what I was waiting for."

He went off to work and by the end of the day forgotten all about his dream. But that night and night after, he had the same dream again.

After having same dream three times and consulting with his wife, he decided to follow the dream's instruction. After three days of walking (being poor he couldn't afford to hire a horse or mule), he reached Damascus Gate in Jerusalem. There he stood and waited. People came and went, bought and sold, went to work and came back. Everyone passed by him and still he waited.

The farmer waited and waited and waited, but nothing happened. Night came, shops closed, people went home, but still he waited. Next day, same thing happened. On the third day he was still there.

On the third night, as the shops were closing, a man approached and said, "I own the leather shop just behind you, and I noticed you have been standing the same spot for the last three days. What is your story?"

The farmer told the shopkeeper about his dream, "... and as you can see, I am still waiting for something to happen."

The shopkeeper laughed and laughed and said, "Thats the craziest thing I've ever heard. You walked for three days and waited here for three days and nights - just because of your dream?"

"Well, yes," now embarrassed farmer said.

The shopkeeper laughed even more and said, "Go home. You have already wasted six working days. If everyone left their jobs to follow their dreams, no work would ever get done. Take me, for example. I had the same dream every night for seven nights, and in the dream I saw treasure buried between two lemon trees in a garden in front of a small house in a village called Sss - see, I can't even remember the name! Do you really think I am crazy enough to close my shop and go to that godforsaken place to look for treasure I saw in dream? I..."

Before the shopkeeper could finish, he saw to his surprise that the farmer had disappeared up the road out of sight

The story of the three old men

A woman came out of her house and saw three
old men with long white beards sitting in
her front yard. She did not recognize them.
She said ‘I don’t think I know you,
but you must be hungry.
Please come in and have something to eat.’

They asked, Is the man of the house in the house?

She replied, no he is out


They replied, Then we cannot come in.

In the evening when her husband came home,
she told him what had happened

he said: ‘ Go tell them I am in
the house and invite them in ‘

The woman went out and invited the men in .

They replied, we don’t go into the house together.

She asked, Why is that?

One of the old men explained :
‘His name is Wealth ,’
he said as pointing to one of his friends,
and said, pointing to another one , ‘He is Success,
and I am Love ‘
Then he added, ‘Now go in and discuss
with your husband which
one of us you want in your home .’


The woman went in and told
her husband what was said.

Her husband was overjoyed
he said, How nice ! since that is the case,
let us invite Wealth
Let him come and fill our home with wealth !

His wife disagreed .
‘ My dear, why don’t we invite Success ?’

Their daughter in law was listening from
the other corner of the house.
She jumped in with her own suggestion
: ‘ Would it not be better to invite Love ?
Our home will then be filled with love .’

‘Let us heed/follow our daughter in law’ s
advice,’ said the husband to his wife !

‘Go out and invite Love to be our guest.’

The woman went out and asked the three
old men , ‘Which one of you is Love ?
Please come in and be our guest .’

Love got up and started walking toward the house.
The other two also got up and followed him.
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success :
‘I only invited Love ; Why are you coming in?’


The old men replied together : ‘If you had invited
Wealth or Success , the other two of us would’ve
stayed out, but since you invited Love ,
wherever He goes, we go with him.
Wherever there is Love, there is also
Wealth and Success.

This too shall pass

A Sufi village was attacked and captured by a group of warriors. The king of the victorious tribe called the Sufi leader and said that unless they could tell him what would make him “happy when he was sad, and sad when he was happy,” the entire village would be put to death the following morning.

The village people constructed a large bonfire, and all night long their wise men and women strove to answer the king’s question: What could make a person happy when he is sad, sad when he is happy? Finally, sunrise came and the king entered the village. Approaching the wise ones he asked, “Have you fulfilled my request?” One of the wise men then reached into a pouch and presented the king with a gold ring. The king was perplexed. “I have no need for gold,” he exclaimed. “How can this ring make me happy when I am sad, and sad when I am happy ?” The the king looked again and saw an inscription. It read “THIS TOO SHALL PASS.”