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I ran into a stranger and he passed by

“Oh Excuse me please” was my reply

He said “please excuse me too

I wasn’t watching for you”

We were very polite this stranger and I

We went on our way and said goodbye

But at home a different story is told

How we treat our loved ones, young and old

Later that day while cooking the evening meal

My son stood beside me very still

When I turned I nearly knocked him down

“Move out of the way” I said with a frown

He walked away his little heart broken

I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken

While I lay awake in bed

God’s still small voice came to me and said

While dealing with a stranger common courtesy you use

But the family you love you seem to abuse

Go and look on the kitchen floor

You’ll find some flowers there by the door

Those are the flowers he brought for you

He picked them  himself, pink, yellow and blue

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise

You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes

By this time I felt very small

And now my tears began to fall

I quietly went and knelt by his bed

“Wake up little one wake up” I said

“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”

He smiled “I found them out by the tree

I picked them because they’re pretty like you

I knew you’d like them especially the blue”

I said “Son I am very sorry for the way I acted today

I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way”

He said “Oh mom that’s okay I love you anyway”

I said “Son I love you too and I do like the flowers especially the blue.”

This was a poem taken from the Husn-E-Ikhlaq (Good Character) Podcast by Dr. Farhat Hashmi. 


How the Prophet  (صلى الله عليه و سلم) joked-

A man once came to him in need of a strong camel. Rasulallah  (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said, “I will give you a baby of a she-camel.”

The man was confused and asked how a baby camel would benefit him.

The Prophet  (صلى الله عليه و سلم) replied, “Isn’t it that every strong camel is a baby of a she-camel?” And they laughed. [Bukhari, Tirmidhi, Abu Dawud, & Ahmad]

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It seems like just yesterday that you were born. To see you and hold you for the first time was beyond magical. It seemed unreal. A certain calm fell over me for the coming months. And so began the joys of motherhood. It felt like an honor to be the shepherd of something so perfect. An honor Allah has bestowed on me. An honor Allah specifically chose for me. He chose for me to step up to the plate and play my part in caring for His slave. Whether rain or shine, in sickness or health, with full energy or tired out of my mind. I was chosen to play this part for a very long time. It’s no longer about me anymore if you’re hungry. It’s no longer about me anymore if you’re sleepy. It’s not longer about me anymore if you want me to play with you. It’s no longer about me anymore. With a prayer on my lips I must roll up my sleeves and be ready for you. And the joys fall in my lap endlessly. The smiles and laughter and the hearty giggles. The tiny teeth and tiny toes. The double cheeks and tickle-me tummy. The scrunch-up nosey and pulling my glasses. The licking my face to give me a kissy. All things to be treasured and remembered. Especially when things aren’t going so good. (more…)

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Where does your wife and family stand in your list of priorities? Once the Prophet          ( صلى الله عليه و سلم) gave the order to halt an entire army, just to help Aisha (Radiyallahu anhu) look for a bracelet. [Muslim, #367]

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