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Those captivated in love, share agony and grief
But they don’t share love and their heart’s grief
They feel enchanted in trance of pain and relief
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Those engaged in delight; unaware of wounded
Pains don’t let change position, who are wounded
Covertly the disheartened weep, missing beloved
They’re all the time weeping remembering beloved
Long time back a pious person was passing through a village. One old lady was busy working on her spinning wheel outside her hut. Seeing her engrossed in her work came to her and sat beside her. She didn’t even feel his presence and kept doing her work. The man was impressed of her devotion so asked her; “mother have you been spinning your wheel only all your life or tried to search for the Creator too?”
She replied’ “I learnt everything from this spinning wheel only.” “That’s great! Tell me does God exist?”
She confidently said; “God is everywhere every moment, day or night, in all reasons and all seasons, He is present”
The scholar again asked her; “prove it. How can you be so sure?”
She said; “Look man, I operate this spinning wheel so it works. If and when I stop, it stops too. Hence when such a small thing needs someone to operate it then how come this gigantic universe is not run by any one. Who controls the sun, the moon and the nature around? Someone is ought to be there to control the entire system.”
“I agree with you. But still I have a question. Is there one God or more than one?”
She wisely replied; “I spin this wheel. I know how to move and how fast or slow to spin. I look after it so it is in proper working condition. If two or three people used it then something would have broken or damaged. Similarly if there were more than one Gods, the seasons, day and night would be disturbed. One god would like the day longer the other a longer night so chaos, turmoil and anarchy would ruined the whole universe. So there’s only one God. The supreme power who is perfectly managing the entire system”
Let the glowing diyaas, the beautiful fireworks, spice up your life with happiness and joy. Have a safe and Happy Deepawali!
Monastery of Bahira the monk
i have been hearing about this blessed tree in Jordan from my childhood but unfortunately never got a chance to see its photo or know the details. i searched for today and got this info. So am sharing with you all about this miraculous fact
A recent research in Jordan leads way to yet another proof on legitimacy of Islam and its messenger Muhammad (صلى الله عليه و سلم). For actual believers simple statements from Allah are adequate to believe the truth. But those who restrain from real faith might ask for solid evidences. Allah will show ample evidences on His realities time and again as a reminder to those who still disbelieve.
There are some people who are reluctant to believe the reality even after knowing the truth owing to their ego or pride. Another category of people will embrace correct faith by mercy of Allah upon viewing the evidences. Those who believe truth from Allah and set their lifestyle according to commands of Allah will be protected from pitiless hell fire and rewarded Paradise filled with immeasurable blessings.
So, humbly we introduce facts to those who might understand the truth and may by mercy of Allah turn to correct faith and religion.
“The people of the book know this as they know their own sons, but some of them conceal the truth which they themselves know.” Quran
Hundreds of evidences were given in ancient Vedas, Tourah and Bible (old Books) on appearance of the Last Messenger, Muhammad (صلى الله عليه و سلم) Many verses can be seen stating name, native and characteristics of the Last Messenger even in recent day copies of old Books though those books had gone through many human interventions and adjustments.
Thus people who know the Last Messenger from Allah from old Books were in anticipation of Him. Here comes story of Bahira, a Christian monk lived in Basra, south of Syria and his zeal to meet the Last Messenger. He happened to watch a caravan of Arabian merchants from Makah passing by and a young boy is being shaded by clouds wherever he goes. He at once understood significance of the boy and invited the caravan for a banquet.
All members of the caravan attended the feast except the boy whom he was anxiously waiting. So he looked out and found the boy resting under a tree. As per his knowledge of Bible only a Prophet will rest under that tree. So he urged the caravan members to bring that boy to the banquet. He quizzed the boy and concluded that He is the Last Messenger explained in Bible. Bahira convinced the boy’s uncle Abu Talib to return to Makkah with the boy as Jews are in search for Him to harm.
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I came to know Shafaq not long that a year or more. Every passing day unfolded her characteristics of her beautiful virtuous personality. She is as beautiful as her name that means twilight—- like twilight spread the color all around making the ambience picturesque so is Shafaq— kind, thoughtful, caring and always ready to help anyone regardless of any complex. She is lady of substance and I’m sure people like her are illuminating this world with their honesty, graciousness and god-fearing nature.
We are proud of her being there and an example for others to follow her foot steps
May she be blessed by almighty with every step she takes and with every breath amen
I wanted to share her qualities with friends.
My maiden name is Shafaq Alam. Completed Montessori when I was just 4 and was too good at math to have had learnt division sums there. I got admission in Mama Parsi School a year earlier than required age. Passed out in 1988. Did Intermediate from St. Joseph & then did B.Sc in Microbiology.
I got married at an early age. I did not opt for Medicine in protest that I was not permitted to do pre engineering. After marriage did Masters in Microbiology in the evening session of Karachi University & an IT diploma. Due to masters degree in Microbiology I did a course of one year of Sonology and instead of getting a Certificate of a Sonographer I got it of a Sonologist. A Sonologist is a complete Doctor of Ultrasound. Did practice for a while but had to leave in 2005 as there were elderly members of family at home who started getting below par. So Allah made me what I myself did not pursue in protest to my parents. After that there was no looking back. 5 people expired of whom I took care with the help of paramedics at home. There started the Social work. I spent long hours in the hospital where I saw how humanity is suffering in this area which is not catered to till today.
I designed high end bridal dresses to take care of charity needs. My husband had a paralysis attack in 2013 & since then I am taking care of him. Though he is mobile, but for many days gets bed ridden. He has hyperthermia, diabetes & renal failure too. So I took up half of his work that I could manage with mine, since he is not permitted to travel. So I take care of his agricultural based lands in Khush ab & Sargodha & deal with real estate in Islamabad. Now in a process of setting up a new business setup of my own shortly in Islamabad dealing with the Punjab market only. I have 2 children; daughter is profound dyslexic so I have to take care that. She becomes what dyslexics are destined to do….wonder. My son is younger & he’s my right hand in all my chores & patient care at home at the moment. I do social work in a way that I provide for tests, scans, medication & release of dead bodies from the hospital. It is a Christian hospital so I help out the staff as well. I hire those in need. As I am in constant need of paramedics myself. I do it singlehandedly. Yes Zakat & other donations go to Civil hospital where my Family GP is the HOD of Medicine of I CU. So I give him cash to spend where he thinks best. In the other hospital too there is the same GP & does inform me where help is needed by any patient. Plus some amount stays with a nurse In charge of the ICU. This is how my work goes. I’m also the Head of the family to take care of everything in my in laws after the elders passed away & now my own family too after my mother & granny. This is how my life goes