Have you ever worked for hours together and were frustrated when nothing came out of it? Don’t you ever wonder why you never got any result, or reward? When was the last time you thought, “Why me?”
Why are some people happy, and some not?
The simple fact that some live with a knot.
Where is the knot, you ask?
In the heart, so you think being happy might be quite a task.
Indeed, Firawn exalted himself in the land,
The oppressed were in his hand.
Musa was one of the oppressed,
Who was to be killed by the oppressor, but to his mother Allah said:
It was Ramadhan, and the two children were busy making the most of it. It was the twenty-first day, and happened to be a Friday. The family sat and listened to the Khutbah that was going on.
A woman stood digging in the soil. It was a hot afternoon, but she went on, thinking longingly of a cup of tea. She stopped and emptied two little seeds into the hole she had made. She smiled at them. Then she covered up the hole again, sighing after every scrape.