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Some Thought Provoking Issues.

#1

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:56 pm

BE PATIENT *

This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to
his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm
sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. *

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. *

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"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One" *
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" Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away " *



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:55 pm

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'
'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly..

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Flemming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.



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#3

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:25 pm

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy was selling clothing door to door, to pay for his education realized that he only had ten cents left in his pockets. He was hungry and so decided to ask for some food at the next house that he came to.

In the meantime he lost his hunger when a beautiful young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal, he asked her for a glass of water.

She saw that he was very hungry so instead brought him a huge glass of milk. He drank it very slowly and then asked- « How much do I owe you? »
« You do not owe me anything at all », she replied:- « My mother taught us never to accept anything for doing someone a kindness».
He replied : « Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart ».

When Howard Kelly left the house, as well as feeling stronger physically, he sensed a return of his faith in the lord which he had nearly abandoned.

Years later, this same young woman fell gravely ill. The local doctors were mystified, so they sent her to the big city where they knew that the specialists would be able to diagnose this rare sickness.

Doctor Howard Kelly was called as a consultant. When he heard the name of the city where she lived, a memory burned brightly in his eyes.

He got up and went to her room. As he entered her room, he immediately recognized her. He returned to the consultation room, determined to do his best to save her life. From that day on,he paid special attention to this case. After a long battle, the war was finally won.

Doctor Kelly left instructions that the bill should be sent to him for authorization. He looked it over, wrote something in the margin, and sent it to her room. She thought that when she opened the envelope she would find an invoice that would take the rest of her life to pay in full. But when she finally opened it.

Something caught her attention in the margin of the invoice.

She read these words : Paid in full with a Glass of milk : Doctor Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy filled her heart. She prayed : Thank you Lord, for your love has crossed the hands and hearts of man.

There is a saying that goes : Bread thrown over the water returns to you.

An act of goodness that you do today can come back to you or someone that you love, when you are not expecting it. If you do not see the act of goodness returned, atleast you will have made a difference in the world. And in the end, isnt that what life is all about ?



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#4

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:46 pm

Someone has written these beautiful words. Must read and try to understand the deep meaning of it. They are like the ten commandments to follow in life all the time.

1] Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.

2] A Car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rear view Mirror is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. So, Look Ahead and Move on.

3] Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.

4] All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.

5] Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!

6] Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!

7] When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities.

8] A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!"

9] When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.

10] WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, it takes away today's PEACE.



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#5

Unread post by seeker110 » Mon Dec 12, 2011 4:50 pm

Good is defined as acts which benefit others
Evil is defined as acts harming others for your own benefits
Intelligence is defined as acts that benefit others and yourself
Stupidity is defined as acts that harms others and no benefit to yourself
So in this context it is better to be Intelligent then good,It is better to be evil then stupid.



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#6

Unread post by Conscíous » Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:00 pm

HAha :mrgreen: ^^



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#7

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:30 pm

FOR OUR MOTHERS NO LONGER WITH US.

In tears we saw you sinking,
And watched you pass away.
Our hearts were almost broken,
We wanted you to stay.


But when we saw you sleeping,
So peaceful, free from pain,
How could we wish you back with us,
To suffer that again.


It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.


If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.


Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.


Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.


Don't think of her as gone away
Her journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one


Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years


Think how she must be wishing
That we could know, today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away


And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she is loved so very much


~Unknown~



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#8

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:40 pm

OUR DADS.

*'At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by
never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to
one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car
and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You
thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming old fashioned,
you thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him
by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked
him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by
taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by
being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him
by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so
you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how
deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take ca re of him. You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. *



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#9

Unread post by think » Thu Dec 22, 2011 6:10 pm

beautiful, slave of Mohammed the messenger. more is welcome to open hearts and minds.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:03 pm

think wrote:beautiful, slave of Mohammed the messenger.
Bro.think,

If you have said this in the context of my name then I would say that if that is true then it is the MOST honourable 'Maqam' I could ever think of achieving although Iam nowhere near even Prophet's (s.a.w.) "ghulamo ke ghulam ki khaakh".



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Unread post by SBM » Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:31 am

Letter from a Father:

1. Life, fortune and mishaps are unpredictable; nobody knows how long it lives. Some words are better said early.
2. I am your father, and if I don't tell you these, no one else will.

3. What is written is my own personal bitter experiences that perhaps could save you a lot of unnecessary heartaches.
Remember the following as you go through life.
1. Do not bear grudge towards those who are not good to you.No one has the responsibility of treating you well, except your mother and I.To those who are good to you, you have to treasure it and be

thankful, and ALSO you have to be cautious, because, everyone has a motive for every move. When a person is good to you, it does not mean he really likes you. You have to be careful; don't hastily regard him as a real friend.

2. No one is indispensable, nothing in the world that you must possess. Once you understand this idea, it would be easier for you to go through life when people around you don't want you anymore, or when you lose what/whom you love most.
3. Life is short. When you waste your life today, tomorrow you would find that life is leaving you.

The earlier you treasure your life, the better you enjoy life.
4. Love is but a transient feeling, and this feeling would fade with time and with one's mood. If your so called loved one leaves you, be patient, time will wash away your aches and sadness. Don't over exaggerate the beauty and sweetness of love, and don't over exaggerate the sadness of falling out of love.
5. A lot of successful people did not receive a good education, that does not mean that you cannot be successful by not studying hard! Whatever knowledge you gain is your weapon in life. One can go from rags to riches, but one has to start from some rags!
6. I do not expect you to financially support me when I am old, neither would I financially support your whole life.My responsibility as a supporter ends when you are grown up. After that, you decide whether you want to travel in a public transport or in your limousine, whether rich or poor.

7. You honour your words, but don't expect others to be so. You can be good to people, but don't expect people to be good to you. If you don't understand this, you would end up with unnecessary troubles.
8. I have bought lotteries for umpteen years, but I never strike any prize. That shows if you want to be rich, you have to work hard! There is no free lunch!
9. No matter how little time I have with you, let's treasure the time we have together We do not know if we would meet again in our next life.
10-Wife and Husband can be replaced, Father and Mother are irreplaceable.



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#12

Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat Dec 31, 2011 7:22 pm

A new minister was walking with an older, more seasoned minister in the garden one day.

Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice.

The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact.

It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...



"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God'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.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"

"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step along the way."

"The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord and Savior knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Mon Jan 02, 2012 5:22 pm

You are unique in your own way

Why humans quarrel to prove their superiority based on their religion , caste, colour and nationality I wonder. To understand the purpose behind the diversity in our creation, one must draw an analogy from a story as to why the rainbow was created.

Once upon a time all the colours in the creation started fighting over establishing one's superiority over the rest.

The colour Green proudly tried to prove the point by saying " I am the sign of life. I fill the trees , leaves and grass with my colour without which many animals will die, I am the 'hope' for humans'.

The colour Blue said with equal authority " you may fill the earth with your colour , but just take a look at the sea and sky , which are blue in colour , they represent peace, serenity".

The colour Yellow laughed out loud and said , "You both sound so serious as though only you are important, I am that happy colour filling the Sun, stars and sunflowers which bring a smile to the world".

The colour orange said very emphatically, I am the colour of health and strength, I carry the most important vitamins to serve the human body and I fill the sky with the most beautiful orange colour during the sunrise and sunset ,
nothing else can match my splendour".

The colour Red interrupted and said haughtily. "I am the king of all colours, the colour of blood, without which humans cannot survive, I symbolise bravery and I warn of danger, I am the colour of love's deep passion".

"I am no less ", shouted the colour Purple. I am the colour of power and royalty, hence kings , bishops wear clothes of my colour".

The colour Indigo very soberly said, " I represent silence , thought, sobriety. I represent inner peace and tranquillity".

The colours went on quarelling loudly to establish one's superiority and suddenly there were flashes of lightening and sounds of thunder when rain started pouring furiously. All the colours came closer and huddled together in fear to gain courage and draw comfort from one another.

That's when rain spoke out to them saying that each colour is unique in its own way, and that whenever it rains all the colours should join hands and stretch themselves across the sky to form into a beautiful rainbow as a symbol of peace and joy and as a reminder of 'unity in diversity'.

Rainbow teaches us how to be tolerant to one another, how to appreciate one another. Whenever there is a downpour and deluge of hatred, fear and jealousy , let us create a rainbow of tolerance, love and brotherhood.

"We must know that there is no way to peace , peace is the way ". Let us tread on it to attain peace. Its time we built new structures of peace and love in the world.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat Jan 07, 2012 5:34 pm

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark.

ONE: Don't miss the boat.

TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.

THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

SIX: Build your future on high ground.

SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.

EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage... The snails were on board with the cheetahs.

NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.

TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sun Jan 08, 2012 4:40 pm

Live A Life That Matters
Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten,
will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from,
or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;
not what you got, but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others
to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:03 pm

Family

I ran into a stranger as 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 we said goodbye.


But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.


Later that day, 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 'em, out by the tree.


I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."


I said, "Son, I'm 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."


FAMILY

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family,

An unwise investment indeed, don't you think?

So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU



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Unread post by humanbeing » Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:07 am

Story of the Wolf


Grandfather was an elder Cherokee Native American who had a wrinkled, nut brown face and kind dark eyes. His grandson often came in the evening to sit on his knee and ask the many questions that children ask. One fine day, boy came to his grandpa with anger and frustration in his eye. Looking for some peace and calm his nerves. Old wise man began to cool him down and spoke to him … "Let me tell you a story son”. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those who have taken so much with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feeling many times. It is as if two wolves are inside me.... It is a terrible fight.


One wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. It will only fight when it is right to do so and in the right way. This wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.


The other wolf is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of a temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. This wolf represents fear, envy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, lies, false pride and superiority.


Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me for both of them try to dominate my spirit. This same fight is going on inside you and inside every other person too.
The boy looked intently into his grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied....


"The one you feed."



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Unread post by think » Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:56 pm

slave of Mohammed, you did it again. you strike a chord in the hearts of many. And how humble of you to consider yourself the slave of slaves of Mohammed. If Mohammed was present among you; your sayings would have made him happy and he would have elevated you to be his slave. Your high thinking and words are unequal and may even soften the hearts of the hardest and open their minds.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Jan 12, 2012 4:52 pm

think wrote:If Mohammed was present among you; your sayings would have made him happy and he would have elevated you to be his slave.
Bro.think,

You have brought tears in my eyes as just the thought of it disconnects me from this world and I cant visualise anything but the glory of Allah (swt) and the radiant personality of the best among the best of Allah's creation i.e. The Beloved Prophet (s.a.w.). Salawat on our Beloved Prophet (s.a.w.).
think wrote:Your high thinking and words are unequal and may even soften the hearts of the hardest and open their minds.
It is too big an honour for me as the words are lifted from quotes of some great philosophers which touches my heart and in the process I want all and sundry to also benefit from it.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Jan 12, 2012 6:23 pm

The key to taking what you have and making what you want is to reframe. Find a way to look at every experience so it empowers you.

After the great Argentinean golfer Robert De Vincenzo won a tournament, he received his check and began walking to his car in the parking lot. There he was approached by a young woman who told him that her child was seriously ill, near death. She did not know how she could pay the doctor’s bills and hospital expenses.

De Vincenzo was so touched by her story that he endorsed his winning check and pressed it into her hands with the loving wish, "Make some good days for the baby."

A few days later a golf official told him, "That woman you met in the parking lot is a phony. She has no sick baby. She’s not even married. She fleeced you, my friend."

"You mean there is no baby who is dying?" asked De Vincenzo. "That’s right," answered the official. "Well," De Vincenzo responded, "That’s the best news I’ve heard all week."



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Jan 12, 2012 6:27 pm

I heard about a man who was walking across a bridge when he saw a fellow fishing from the bank of the river. The fisherman caught a small fish and tossed it into a small bucket. Then he caught a large fish and cast it back into the river. The onlooker kept watching and saw that the fisherman kept all the small fish but rejected all the large ones.

Curious, he went down to the riverbank and asked, "Why do you keep only the small fish?""It’s simple," answered the fisherman. "I have this frying pan here that’s about nine inches wide. Only the smaller fish fit in the frying pan, so they’re the ones I keep."

The frying pan, in this story, represents our mind and the beliefs we hold. If you allow into your life only the things that match your current beliefs, the world you live in will be only as large as those beliefs - but then you miss out on lots of bigger fish! Instead of limiting life to your old frying pan, get a bigger one and embrace all that life has to offer. You can go to the ocean with a thimble, a cup, or a tanker, and you will come back with a volume of water equal to the size of the receptacle you bring. So bring a big one!



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:34 pm

A Story of Appreciation

This is a powerful message for our modern society. We seem to have lost our bearing & our sense of direction.

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"

The youth answered "none".

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"

The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered, "My mother worked as laundry woman.

The director requested the youth to show his hands.

The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"

The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands and then see me tomorow morning".

The youth fell that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.

His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the young man.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. Tears fell from his eyes as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time that the youth realised that it was this pair of hands that washed clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees. The bruises on the mothers hands was the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After the youth finished cleaning his mother's hands, he quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night the mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes and asked "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house ?".

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished washing all the remaining clothes".

The director asked, "Please tell me your feelings".

The youth said :

1) I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not have been the successful me today.

2) By working together and helping my mother, only now I realise how difficult and tough it is to get something.

3) I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, "This is what Iam looking for to be my manager. I want to recruite a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on this person worked very hard and also garnered lots of respect from his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know of the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of a person who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and will be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are these kinds of protective parents, are we showing love or are we destroying our children instead ?

You can let your children live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you dont have the money to hire a maid, you want them to understand that no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will start greying, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is that your children learn how to appreciate and experience the difficulties and learn how to work with others and get things done.



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:11 pm

Between Stimulus and Response, we have the freedom to Response - Stephen R. Covey.


It was a Sports Stadium.

Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in a running event.

* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!

With the sound of Toy pistol,

All eight girls started running.

Hardly had they covered ten to fifteen steps,

when one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down,

Due to bruises and pain she started crying.

When the other seven girls heard the little girl cry they stopped running, stood for a while and turned back.

Seeing the girl on the track they all ran to help.

One among them bent down, picked her up and kissed her gently

And enquired as to how she was..

They then lifted the fallen girl pacifying her.

Two of them held her firmly while all seven joined hands together and walked together towards the winning post........ .

There was pin drop silence at the spectator's stand.

Officials were shocked.

Slow claps multiplied to thousands as the spectators stood up in appreciation.

Many eyes were filled with tears

And perhaps even God's!

YES.!! This happened in Hyderabad [INDIA], recently!

The sport was conducted by
National Institute of Mental Health.

All these special girls had come to participate in this event

They were spastic children.

Yes, they were Mentally Challenged.

What did they teach the WORLD.?

Teamwork.?

Humanity.?

Equality among all.??

No...... They taught..........

Successful people help others who are slow in learning..............
So that they are not left far behind !

This is really a great message... Spread it.!

We never do this because we have brains !!!!



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:50 pm

A Motivational story about Positive Thinking

Read this, and let it really sink in... Then, choose how you start your day tomorrow...

Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant.

The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.

I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested. "Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry continued, "...the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man.'

I knew I needed to take action." " What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'"

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

Positive thinking is the first step towards a happy life.

Attitude is everything

If everyone applies just these, the whole world will live in happiness.



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Unread post by humanbeing » Wed Feb 22, 2012 5:31 am

A child asked GOD:

If everything is already written in our destiny then why pray?

GOD smiled and said: "May be in few places I have written "As you Wish" !!!!!



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:38 pm

The Sad Demise of Common Sense

"Today we mourn the passing away of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

knowing when to come in out of the rain
why the early bird gets the worm
Life isn't always fair
And may be it was my fault

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge)

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children

It declined further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the places of worship turned into business houses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, by his daughter Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his four step-brothers:
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone.



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Unread post by Al Zulfiqar » Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:08 am

Just received this explanation from a friend
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On the first day, God created the dog and said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."

The dog said, "That's a long time to be barking.. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"

So God agreed......

On the second day, God created the monkey and said, "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."

The monkey said, "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?"

And God agreed......

On the third day, God created the cow and said, "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."

The cow said, "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"

And God agreed again......

On the fourth day, God created humans and said, "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years."

But the human said, "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"

"Okay," said God. "You asked for it."

So that is why for our first twenty years, we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.. And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

P.S.: There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing it as a public service. If you are looking for me I think I will be slaving under the sun. Looking forward to doing the monkey tricks and the barking...



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:00 pm

The Album of Life is Strange - Love Your Parents, Dont Neglect Them !!

There was once a world without you. Someone was celebrating your expected and awaited arrival and some bore hardships and pains to bring you into this world. With the first click you land into this place which is a beautiful masterpiece of the creator. You are an adorable baby, a joy to your parents who bear those sleepless nights and support your helplessness with unconditional smiles on their faces. Just with a few more flicks, you are a daring toddler of your proud parents who cherish the first steps of your independence and confident walk. Your mind tells you that you can do it but your body disagrees. This still developing co-ordination between your brain and body makes you stumble. But there is always a pair of gentle hands to pick you and tell you, ‘You can do it’. Those hands and reassuring hugs make you fearless and failures do not scare you. Falls and bumps don’t stop you from experimenting new challenges.

You talk silly and they kiss you. You do not make sense and they hug you. You trip and they lift you high. You scribble lines and they appreciate you with raised eyebrows and dropped jaws. You do most silly things to catch their attention and make your presence felt. You go cross if ignored and they try to please you with hugs and kisses, hide and seek, ‘horse-rides’ on their backs etc. You can’t share them with any other child as you are too possessive about them.

With a few more flicks you are a confident school going child. Exams are the most difficult days in one’s life, you think. But, they support you and celebrate when you get down the stage after a performance or winning a race. Their world revolves round you. Their sleeps, social life, work and holidays; you are one factor that affects all of these.

Life is changing for you. You feel you are big and smart enough to know everything; a teenager filled with energy. Something in you tells you that you can conquer the world. Your ideals begin to change. ‘No’ is the word you don’t like to listen but would use often. You see colours in your life and with a few more flicks you have another beautiful person to fit in frame with you and soon the cycle repeats. You have a little one of your own and you are overjoyed with this little cry and chuckle in the house.

This album of life is strange; an overlapping connected series of circles where we all are in different stages of the track.

The lovely hands which cuddled you are now wrinkly and those bright faces are now sagging. The legs, which ran with you on the shoulders, are now weak. They trip and topple. Despite their physical weakness, their support makes your life and career successful. They are entering into the last phase of their lives. They have started talking silly. They sometimes make no sense at all. Laugh, cry or shout for no logical reason. Sometimes their ‘childish’ and attention seeking behaviour disturbs you. They need someone to talk to, sit with them and hold their disjointed wrinkly hands without even asking for a word, or sometimes just a word of love and a gentle smile exactly like you did when were young and silly but adorable to them, remember?

‘And whomsoever We bring to an old age, We reverse him in creation (making him go back to weakness after strength); so do they not understand?’ [Al-Qur’an 36:69]

Life goes on and a day comes when they reach their finish line in the circular track of life. (The circle doesn’t stop for anyone). The beautiful hands, the shady trees under which you felt safe, the warm hugs that gave you confidence are no more.

If you had any sleepless nights because of them, and you got a chance to feed and clean them like they did when you were young, consider yourself as an extremely lucky person, although no one can return the debts of parents’ love and hardship; not even a single scream of the mother when she cried and tried to bring you to this world and smiled immediately after you came in her arms.

Another flick! You’re a weak elderly with your children running for a ‘successful’ life and you are sitting in an armchair, reading newspaper with those glasses on and a walking stick by your side. Your mind is still young and keeps reminding you the highly energetic life you spent which involved struggle, joy, grief, and celebration, disappointment and hopes. But your body doesn’t agree. You know everything that the world holds with people around you who think you know nothing, but they don’t realise they are just a few steps behind in the big circle of life.

The circle of life never stops. We don’t have a special eye to look at the future but our parents are a mirror of where life could take us. Our boasting energetic bodies and minds do not allow us to see that we’ll be in exactly the same state of feebleness, frailty and dependence if we live up to that age. Life is too fast and unpredictable and we are all running after ‘God-Knows-What’ with too little time to love each other. It’s the love and the loved ones who make life worth living. Let’s give our parents their rights, our love and respect. We can try to return at least 1% of what they’ve given us; sit with them, listen to them, obey them in Allah’s limits, smile at them, hug them often and feel the contentment and blessings of Allah that come our way. If we have this treasure and guaranteed entry to paradise and God’s pleasure, we shouldn’t waste our chance.

‘And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour. And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: “My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was young.” (Al- Qur’an 17:22-24)



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Unread post by Al Zulfiqar » Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:49 pm

mustafanalwalla wrote:this was so beautiful :cry:
what is more beautiful is that an idiot who questions the dai's unislamic acts, then declares that he recd a mojiza from that sinner dai.....!!!



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Unread post by ghulam muhammed » Sat May 05, 2012 5:37 pm

Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s Head Master

Respected Teacher,

My son will have to learn I know that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend.

It will take time, I know; but teach him, if you can, that a dollar earned is far more valuable than five found.

Teach him to learn to lose and also to enjoy winning.

Steer him away from envy, if you can.

Teach him the secret of quite laughter. Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to tick.

Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books.. but also give him quiet time to ponder over the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hill –side.

In school teach him it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat.

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if every one tells him they are wrong.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when every one is getting on the bandwagon.

Teach him to listen to all men but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness.

Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders; but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.

Treat him gently; but do not cuddle him because only the test of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order; but see what you can do. He is such a fine little fellow, my son.

Abraham Lincoln.