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10-03-2009, 11:49 PM
THE JOURNEY TO ALLAH IS ENDLESS
There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even the Kings were
jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered him
fabulous prices for the horse, but the old man would say, "This horse is
not a horse, it is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?" The
man was called a fool; but he never sold the horse.
One morning he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole
village gathered around him and said: “Lo foolish old man! We knew that
someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it.”
The old man said: 'do not go too far as to say that. Simply say that the
horse is not in the stable. This is the fact; everything else is a
judgement. Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I don't know, who knows
what is going to follow it?
People laughed at the old man. They had always known that he was a little
crazy. But after some days suddenly one night the horse returned. It was
not stolen, it escaped into the wild. And not only that, it brought with it
a dozen of other wild horses.
The people gathered and they said, "Old man, you were right, this was not a
misfortune it has indeed proven to be a blessing.'
The old man said, 'again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is
back. Who knows whether it is a blessing or not? It is only a fragment. You
REMIT A SINGLE WORD IN A SENTENCE - YOU JUDGE The WHOLE BOOK.'
This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew that he was
wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.
The old man had an only son who started to train the wild horses. A week
later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered
again, and again they judged. They said again you have proven to be
correct. It was a misfortune, your only son has lost the use of his legs
and in your old age he was your only support. Now you are poorer than
ever."
The old man said: "You are obsessed with judgement. Don't go that far. Say
only that my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a
misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given
to you."
It so happened that after a few weeks the country went to war; and all the
young men of the town were forcibly taken for the military. Only the old
man's son was left because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and
weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew most of the young
people would never come back. They came to the old man and they said: “You
were right, old man - this has proven to be a blessing. Maybe your son is
crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever."
The old man said again "You go on and on judging. Nobody knows, only say
this - that your sons have been forced to enter into the army and my son
has not been forced. But only Allah, the total, knows whether it is a
blessing or a misfortune.
'Judge ye not' - otherwise you will never become one with the content. With
fragments you will be obsessed with small things you will jump to
conclusions. Once you Judge you will have stopped growing. Judging means a
stale state of mind and the mind always wants judgement.
In fact, the journey never ends. One path ends, another begins: one door
closes another opens. You reach a peak; and a higher peak is always there.
The way to Allah is an endless Journey. Only those are courageous who do
not bother about the goal but are content with the journey. Contentment is
just to live the moment and grow into ice.
May Almighty ALLAH Bless you & your family
There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even the Kings were
jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered him
fabulous prices for the horse, but the old man would say, "This horse is
not a horse, it is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?" The
man was called a fool; but he never sold the horse.
One morning he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole
village gathered around him and said: “Lo foolish old man! We knew that
someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it.”
The old man said: 'do not go too far as to say that. Simply say that the
horse is not in the stable. This is the fact; everything else is a
judgement. Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I don't know, who knows
what is going to follow it?
People laughed at the old man. They had always known that he was a little
crazy. But after some days suddenly one night the horse returned. It was
not stolen, it escaped into the wild. And not only that, it brought with it
a dozen of other wild horses.
The people gathered and they said, "Old man, you were right, this was not a
misfortune it has indeed proven to be a blessing.'
The old man said, 'again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is
back. Who knows whether it is a blessing or not? It is only a fragment. You
REMIT A SINGLE WORD IN A SENTENCE - YOU JUDGE The WHOLE BOOK.'
This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew that he was
wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.
The old man had an only son who started to train the wild horses. A week
later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered
again, and again they judged. They said again you have proven to be
correct. It was a misfortune, your only son has lost the use of his legs
and in your old age he was your only support. Now you are poorer than
ever."
The old man said: "You are obsessed with judgement. Don't go that far. Say
only that my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a
misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given
to you."
It so happened that after a few weeks the country went to war; and all the
young men of the town were forcibly taken for the military. Only the old
man's son was left because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and
weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew most of the young
people would never come back. They came to the old man and they said: “You
were right, old man - this has proven to be a blessing. Maybe your son is
crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever."
The old man said again "You go on and on judging. Nobody knows, only say
this - that your sons have been forced to enter into the army and my son
has not been forced. But only Allah, the total, knows whether it is a
blessing or a misfortune.
'Judge ye not' - otherwise you will never become one with the content. With
fragments you will be obsessed with small things you will jump to
conclusions. Once you Judge you will have stopped growing. Judging means a
stale state of mind and the mind always wants judgement.
In fact, the journey never ends. One path ends, another begins: one door
closes another opens. You reach a peak; and a higher peak is always there.
The way to Allah is an endless Journey. Only those are courageous who do
not bother about the goal but are content with the journey. Contentment is
just to live the moment and grow into ice.
May Almighty ALLAH Bless you & your family