There is one short story which I often read. I found this nice valuable short story here when I did my daily happy morning surf on Islamic sites. I usually do that whenever I need to recharge my imaan in the morning.
Now, I want to share that short story with you, guys. Just relax, free your mind, and read this beautiful story with your heart :)
Now, I want to share that short story with you, guys. Just relax, free your mind, and read this beautiful story with your heart :)
Unfolding The Rose
A young new ustadh (teacher) was walking with an older, more seasoned ustadh in the garden one day. Feeling a little bit insecure about what Allah Ta'ala had for him to do, he was asking the older ustadh for some advice
The older ustadh walked up to a rosebush and handed the young ustadh a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young ustadh looked in disbelief at the older ustadh and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry.
But because of his great respect for the older ustadh, he proceeded to try ao unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intanct...
It wasn't long before he ralized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger ustadh's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older ustadh began to recite the following poem...
The older ustadh walked up to a rosebush and handed the young ustadh a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young ustadh looked in disbelief at the older ustadh and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry.
But because of his great respect for the older ustadh, he proceeded to try ao unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intanct...
It wasn't long before he ralized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger ustadh's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older ustadh began to recite the following poem...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
Allah opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of Allah's design,
then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
Allah opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of Allah's design,
then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Actually, I have so many words to put on to this entry. The words which are my own thoughts for this short story. But everytime I want to make them to be the sentences, my mind seems locked. Sighh... I have so many words dancing in my mind really, but I cannot pull out them to be a proper sentence :(
I'm blocking... Or I'm in hurry so I cannot think clear right now??? I don't know...
I'm blocking... Or I'm in hurry so I cannot think clear right now??? I don't know...
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