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« on: Aug 28, 2009 05:41 AM »



A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and the Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So, this the man did, day after day.
For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down; his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.
Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: "you have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't moved." Thus, giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this?" "Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough." That's what he planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.
"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately, "My Servant, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. Now I, my servant, will move the rock."

At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just a simple obedience and faith in Him.

By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God who moves mountains.

When everything seems to go wrong ... just P.U.S.H!

When the job gets you down ... just P.U.S.H!

When people don't react the way you think they should ... just P.U.S.H!

When your money is "gone" and the bills are due ... just P.U.S.H!

When people just don't understand you ... just P.U.S.H!

P + U + S + H = Pray + Until + Something + Happens

Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala) bless.... Ma-assalaamah...  sis

When tested:
1- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala for the ability to recognize that this is a test
2- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala that you were not tested in your religion
3- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala that it wasn't worse than it was

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« Reply #1 on: Aug 28, 2009 05:43 AM »


I Am Your Brother, Adam
I am Malaysian Pakistani and Somali and Arab:
I am Turk and Irani and native of the Maldives:
My home is in Paris, Berlin, London;
in Mexico City, Port-of-Spain, Durban;
in Karachi, Zagazig or Kuala Lumpur

I am as at home sailing in a lateen
rigged baggala along the red-rock Oman
shores bound for Socotra's island
as I am crossing the Khyber Pass
in a camel caravan
...or driving a Mercedes taxi in Istanbul.

Na'am, aiwa, acha, kha,
I am your brother, Adam.

You will know me in the mosques when
I stand shoulder to shoulder with you
and wish you peace when prayer is done:
and you may see me in Isfahan
talking witha miniature painter or in Dera Ismail Khan
listening to a young and vocal teacher of Urdu
or in Medan listening to a old man chanting the Quran
or in Sacramento listening to a college boy who has all
the problems of the universe solved.

You will know me because I am your brother
and in a real and forceful sense I am
a part of you, dependent on you as you are
dependent on me...as rocks in a city wall...
round as the ancient wall of Baghdad.

I am Egyption and Tunisian and Syrian:
I am Berber and Kurd; Fulani and Nausherwani
and Pawenda;
I am Maliki, Hanafi, Hanbali, and Shafii:
all these I am, for I am your brother
standing besides you in the mosque waiting
for the iqama...white-garbed in the plain
of Arafat...fasting with you in Ramadan.
I am at home in the black tents of the bedu
and the tall buildings of Hadhramaut...;
I am always lingering at the Great Mosque
to circle the Kaaba and to kiss the hajral-aswad
and drink from the well of Zamzam;
and I am standing, too, in the Haraam ash-sharif
in Jerusalem and in Karbala...and all of them,
each of them, has meaning on meaning for me.

Na'am ya habibi, ya azizi, ya akhi,
I am your brother Adam.

You will know me when you see me
because I wll be fingering my beads
and you will know well what this means...

You will know me and I will know you
for we are real brothers; and I am of
one place as I am of another...as much a
part of one as the other; the lover
of all lands where I can listen to the
call of the muezzin coming over the night,
or hear the beat of a single Muslim heart.

When tested:
1- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala for the ability to recognize that this is a test
2- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala that you were not tested in your religion
3- Thank Allah subhanahu wata'ala that it wasn't worse than it was
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