Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts

Sunday, August 3, 2014

“Be Patient and Paradise will be Yours”

Narrated Abu Said-Khudree (Ra):
Some Ansari persons asked for (something) from Allah’s Messenger (saw) and he gave them. They again asked him for (something) and he again gave them. And then they asked him and he gave them again till all that was with him finished. And then he (saw) said:

“If I had anything I would not keep it away from you. (Remember) Whoever abstains from asking others, Allah will make him contented, and whoever tries to make himself self-sufficient, Allah ill make him self-sufficient. And whoever remains patient Allah will make him patient. Nobody can be given a blessing better and greater than patience.” [Sahih Bukhari]

Also, Ata bin Rabah (RA) said: Ibn “Abbas said to me, “Shall I show you a woman of the people of paradise?” I said, “Yes” He said, “This black lady came to the Prophet (saw) and said, ‘I get attacks of epilepsy and my body becomes uncovered; please invoke Allah for me.’ The Prophet (saw) said (to her):

‘If you wish, be patient and Paradise will be yours’ and if you wish, I will invoke Allah to cure you.’


She said, ‘I will remain patient’ and added, ‘but I become uncovered, so please invoke Allah for me that I may not become uncovered.’ So he invoked Allah for her” [Sahih Bukhari]                              

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Touching the Heart



Something to Remember:
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside of it?” The little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh Daddy it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy”. The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

-Melinda Taylor-