Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The Blessing of Serving Others

The reason to write this was a call from the person whom I took them for a visit to important places in Makkah. They wanted to thank me again as they were much impressed from a small service done to them. I showed them Mina all around, took to the very inner of Mina up to the Jamarath so they could see inside the new huge terminal and throw few pebbles. Took them to Jabal Al Noor (Cave Hira), the mount that is the first place of revelation. Then to Muzdajifa where piligrims should stay on the night of 9th Dul Hijja. Then to the Arafath, & the Jabal Al-Rahma, and to the mount Thour on the outskirts of Makkah where the cave exists that’s referred in the Holy Quran as a place of hiding during Hijra of beloved Prophet (s.a.w) to Madeena. Of course did not get on the mountain as they are time consuming and an unnecessary task sometimes. That's more a thrill than a task for a pilgrim. The purpose of visit should be nothing but to see the historical locations. There is much to learn if we remember those old days of Makkah. One may wonder how easily Hazrath Khadeeja (r.a) in those days got up & down those huge mountains numerous times. As for the sight of Hajj locations, turns a rehearsal before the actual days begin. 

The message I want to convey is that sometimes a small help towards someone may be treated with great importance if this help comes to him when he was in dire need of it. It may have been a very small task in our eyes, but someone who was worthy to serve at ripe time takes its value to very high. He may remember you all his life for the little service you have done for him. Whenever there comes a chance for him to sees you later in life, behind his curtain of memories, he has those moments playing clearly as a video in him. He may even try all his means to express back that gratitude that once was shown to him. No need to enlist what the services are. Each of us could do and in fact does many things that may make someone’s life easy or make their day happy. 

Remember this Prophetic Hadees when you get a chance to help someone.

والله في عون العبد ما كان العبد في عون أخيه
“Allah will help the servant as long as he helps his brother,
(Part of a Long Hadeeth in Saheeh Muslim)

Memorize this part of Hadees, it shall give the motive to any good service that you do to your brother, you start believing nothing shall be waste, all this shall remain for me with my Lord and I am in fact turning my small time precious when helping others. At a time when everything is taken in exchange of money, you do something for the sake of Allah and Allah's surely shall help you in your affairs.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Once I caught a fish alive!

One, two, three, four, five 
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again
"Why did you let him go?"
"Because he bit my finger so!"
"Which finger did he bite?"
"This little finger on my right."

How many of us enjoyed fishing in their early child hood days. Well,I recall my pre-school days going to the farm to enjoy fishing. I remember those lengthy hours sitting lonely on the corners of the pond and placing the string in water. Dreaming my day dreams until my fishing string gets tightened at the end hook with someone biting on the other side. It is then that I wake up and get myself into the real world and know something has been victim to my trap. I remember the beautiful stream and the lake nearby where I spent the early years of my life. I remember my village and the rainy days at which I flew my paper boats one by one down the running stream. Those days when I thought my village was the only world that existed and never knew there was another world beyond the valleys that surrounded my little world. I see the sun raising from one of the peaks and setting on the other. The bird’s squires in the early morning along with chants of squirrels. What would be the world behind those far away mountains? Never thought anything in deep. But enjoyed the beauty of the mild blue line drawn against the blue sky. I was free little boy full of play and joy. That was a time we are free as a bird in the ether to worry of nothing but fly in the world of dreams. My wish was of a world where all the stones were sweets. I often thought how beautiful this world would have been then. I loved chocolates more than my life. If someone witnessed my opened mouth and see my little rotten tooth would know how much I kissed them for real. Now at the twilight of the spring days, I go down the shore of the lake to sit for fishing. It is a simple thing but needs great patience and hope. You don’t know when your turn would be. May be it is hours and hours sitting and may turn out to be a waste of time but always need hope and expectation. Of course a perfect place to sit and dream...I remember one day getting a little larger pond fish were I was terrified by the jumping of the fish. I went all the way running to my mother for help. The pond fishes seems to be more powerful and surely tastier when fried.  It was in the fourth standard of my school I had the first songs of nursery….One two three four five…..once I caught a fish alive…. by that time I was someone who caught a real fish ALIVE.