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With Every Difficulty There Is Relief

[So, verily, with every difficulty, there is relief: verily, with every difficulty there is relief.] (Al-Inshirah 94:5)

The above verse is full of hope that inspires and motivates us and shows that there is always a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Whenever we are in any difficulty, the above verse inspires us to patiently persevere in our efforts and place our full hope and trust in Allah Most High. Allah Most High is the Best of Planners, and during times of difficulty as well as during time of ease, we should always remember Allah Most High. When we patiently strive in the path of Allah Most High, then we open ourselves to His kindness:

[And Allah is full of kindness to those that serve Him.] (Aal `Imran 3:30 )

In addition, Allah Most High in His mercy and kindness, has appointed angels to protect us and to pray for our forgiveness:

[But verily over you (are appointed Angels) to protect you, kind and honorable, writing down (your deeds).] (Al-Infitar 82:10–11)

[The Heavens are almost rent asunder from above them (by His glory): and the Angels celebrate the praises of their Lord and pray for forgiveness for (all) beings on earth. Behold! Verily, Allah is He the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.] (Ash-Shura 42:5)

Relief comes after difficulty when one is striving in Allah’s path; one should have a goal and set one’s sights on that goal. With every striving there will be obstacles— success does not come easy. But patience and perseverance, together with an unshakeable belief in Allah Most High, gives one the impetus to carry on despite the difficulty and despite the hardships, with the knowledge that this, too, will end and this striving will bear fruit:

[Man can have nothing but what he strives for. That (the fruit of) his striving will soon come in sight.] (An-Najm 53:39-40)

Continuous striving is the only way to overcome obstacles. It was only through striving, persistence, and perseverance that apartheid in South Africa was dismantled when many people thought it impossible. Similarly, it was only through the same striving and surmounting huge obstacles that the Berlin Wall came crumbling down, and that Communism failed. And so, too, will all oppressors come tumbling down, including the oppressive regime of the apartheid Zionist State of Israel . The will of a people inspired by freedom and return of their land together with hope as their rocket fuel, will propel them to continuously persevere against the oppressor, because their only hope is victory in life or victory in death. Allah Most High has promised that His religion will prevail:

[Allah has decreed: “It is I and My Apostle who must prevail.] (Al-Mujadilah 58:21)

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Tuesday, 25-Apr-2006 12:00

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I LOVE YOU- MOM

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After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got
into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent
events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you."
I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's
hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!

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Monday, 10-Apr-2006 19:24

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Father Forgets - W. Livingston Larned (readers' digest)

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Father Forgets - W. Livingston Larned (source - Readers' Digest..a very, very old article)

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily, I came to your bedside.

There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called,
"Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, " Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied on you, down to your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your socks. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Socks were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful!
Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door.

"What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has the habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Instead of condemning people, let's try to understand them. Let's try to figure out why they do what they do. That's a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. "To know all is to forgive all,"

As Dr. Johnson said: "God himself, sir, does not propose to judge man until the end of his days."

"Why should you and I?" - comments from Dale Carnegie.

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