A Wonderful Piece of Thought

[KAWISH]

The Package.


A young man was getting ready to Graduate from college.
For many months he had admired a Beautiful sports car in a
Dealer's showroom, and knowing his Father could well afford it,
He told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached,
The young man awaited signs
That his father had purchased the car.
Finally, on the morning of his graduation,
His father called him into his private study.
His father told him how proud he was
To have such a fine son,
And
Told him how much he loved him.
He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Curious, but somewhat disappointed,
The young man opened the box
And
Found a lovely, leather-bound Koran,
With the young man's name
Embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said,
'With all your money, you give me a Koran?'
And Stormed out of the house,

Leaving the Koran.

Many years passed

And The young man was very successful in business.
He had a beautiful home
And Wonderful family,
But realized his father was very old
And Thought perhaps he should go to him
He had not seen him since that graduation day.
Before he could make arrangements,
He received a telegram telling him his father had passed away,

And Willed all of his possessions to his son.
He needed to come home immediately and
Take care of things.

When he arrived at his father's house,
Sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.
He began to search through his father's important papers

And Saw the still new Koran,

Just as he had left it years ago.
With tears,He opened the Koran
And Began to turn the pages.
His father had carefully underlined a verse:

'And if ye, being evil know how to give good gifts to your children,
How much more shall Allah, Who is in heaven,
Give to those who ask Him?'


As he read those words,

A car key dropped from the back of the Koran.
It had a tag with the dealer's name,
The same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.

On the tag was the date of his graduation,And
The words...PAID IN FULL
How many times do we miss Allah's blessings
Because they are not packaged as we expected?
I trust you enjoyed this.
Pass it on to others.
Do not spoil what you have
By desiring what you have not;
But remember that what you now have
Was once among the things you only hoped for...

IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKED THE WAY YOU WANT IT,
IT'S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKED THAT WAY!
ALWAYS APPRECIATE
LITTLE THINGS;
THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO ATTACHMENTS!
PLEASE SEND THIS TO AT LEAST TWO
PEOPLE SO AS TO LET THIS GREAT LESSON


Never pass up an opportunity to tell
Someone how you feel about them.
And
When it comes to good friends,
Or family:
Forgive, forgive, & forgive!
It's never worth the pain to hold grudges,
Go years without seeing someone
Or
Missing an opportunity to say: I LOVE YOU!
Life is short,
And
You just may never get the chance to
Tell them again.
And
Believe me,
it's never worth the pain!

[KAWISH]

A man was polishing his car.
His 6years old son picked a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car.
In anger the man took the child's hand hit it so many times,without realising that he was using a wrench.
At hospital,the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.
when the child saw his father,with painful eyes he asked:
"Dad when will my fingers grow back?"
Man was speechless and very much disappointed.He went back to car and kicked it hard.
Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of that car , he looked at the scratches.
Ghild had writted:
"LOVE YOU DAD"

The next day that man committed suicide.


Anger and love have no limits.Choose the love to have beautiful and lovely life.

Things are to be usedand people to be loved.
But the problem in today's world is that, people arebeing used and things are being loved...

[KAWISH]

In Broken Images

He is quick,thinking in clear images.
I am slow,thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull,trusting to his clear images.
I become sharp,mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images,he assumes their relevance.
Mistrusting my images,I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance,he assumes the fact.
Questioning their relevance,I question the fact.
When the fact fail him,he question his sences.
When the fact fails me,I approve my sences.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images.
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He is a new confusion of his understanding
I am a new understanding of my confusion.
(Robert Graves)