“A VERY USEFUL CONVERSATION ABT THREE QUESTIONS”

Three Questions

There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time. When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his 3 Questions.
Finally, his parents were able to find a Muslim scholar.

YOung man:
Who are you? Can you answer my questions?

SchoLar:
I am one of Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala)’s slaves and Insha-Allah (God willing), I will be able to answer your questions.

YOung man:
Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions.

SchoLar:
I will try my best, with the help of Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala).

YOung Man:
I have 3 questions:

1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape.
2. What is thaqdir (fate)?
3. If shaitan (Devil) was created from the fire, why at the end he will
be thrown to hell that is also created from fire. It certainly will not
hurt him at all, since Shaitan (Devil) and the hell were created from
fire.

Did God not think of it this far?

Suddenly, the SchoLar slapped the young man’s face very hard. Young Man
(felt pain): Why do you get angry at me?

SchoLar:
I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions.

YOung Man:
I really don’t understand.

SchoLar:      
How do you feel after I slapped you?

YOung Man:
Of course, I felt the pain.

SchOlar:      
So do you believe that pain exists?

YOung Man:
Yes.

SchoLar:      
Show me the shape of the pain!

YOung Man:
I cannot.

SchoLar:
That is my first answer. All of us feel God’s existence without being able to see His shape… Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?

YOung Man:
No.

SchoLar:      
Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?

YOung Man:
No.

SchoLar:
That is takdir (fate) my second answer…… .. My hand that I
used to slap you, what is it created from?

YOung Man:
It is created from flesh.

SchoLar:      
How about your face, what is it created from?

YOung Man:
Flesh.

SchoLar:      
How do you feel after I slapped you?

YOung Man:
In pain.

SchoLar:
That’s it. This is my third answer, Even though Shaitan (Devil)
and also the hell were created from the fire, if Allah wants, insha-Allah (God willing), the hell will become a very painful place for Shaitan. 
  

A CONVERSATION…
THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST EXPLANATIONS OF WHY ALLAH ALLOWS PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT I HAVE SEEN:

A MAN WENT TO A BARBERSHOP TO HAVE HIS HAIR CUT AND HIS BEARD TRIMMED.
AS THE BARBER BEGAN TO WORK, THEY BEGAN TO HAVE A GOOD CONVERSATION. THEY TALKED ABOUT SO MANY THINGS AND VARIOUS SUBJECTS WHEN THEY EVENTUALLY TOUCHED ON THE SUBJECT OF ALLAH,

THE BARBER SAID: “I DON’T BELIEVE THAT ALLAH EXISTS.”
“WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?”ASKED THE CUSTOMER.WELL, YOU JUST HAVE TO GO OUT IN THE STREET REALIZE THAT ALLAH DOESN’T EXIST. TELL ME, IF ALLAH EXISTS, WOULD THERE BE SO MANY SICK PEOPLE? WOULD THERE BE ABANDONED CHILDREN? IF ALLAH EXISTED, THERE WOULD BE NEITHER SUFFERING NOR PAIN. I CAN’T IMAGINE A LOVING ALLAH WHO WOULD ALLOW ALL OF THESE THINGS” THE CUSTOMER THOUGHT FOR A MOMENT, BUT DIDN’T RESPOND BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO START AN ARGUMENT.
THE BARBER FINISHED HIS JOB AND THE CUSTOMER LEFT THE SHOP. JUST AFTER HE LEFT THE BARBERSHOP, HE SAW A MAN IN THE STREET WITH LONG, STRINGY, DIRTY HAIR AND AN UNTRIMMED BEARD HE LOOKED DIRTY AND UNKEMPT. THE CUSTOMER TURNED BACK AND ENTERED THE BARBER SHOP AGAIN AND HE SAID TO THE BARBER: “YOU KNOW WHAT? BARBERS DO NOT EXIST.”
“HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?”ASKED THE SURPRISED BARBER.
“I AM HERE, AND I AM A BARBER. AND I JUST WORKED ON YOU!”
“NO!” THE CUSTOMER EXCLAIMED. “BARBERS DON’T EXIST BECAUSE IF THEY DID, THERE WOULD BE NO PEOPLE WITH DIRTY LONG HAIR AND UNTRIMMED BEARDS, LIKE THAT MAN OUTSIDE.”

“AH, BUT BARBERS DO EXIST! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE DO NOT COME TO ME.”
“EXACTLY” AFFIRMED THE CUSTOMER. “THAT’S THE POINT!

ALLAH, TOO, DOES EXIST! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE DO NOT GO TO HIM AND DON’T LOOK TO HIM FOR HELP. THAT’S WHY THERE’S SO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING IN THE WORLD” 

Life -

Life is not about what you want from it, it is about what life wants you to be!

Hospital Window

Hospital Window

 

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window. 

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. 
 
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene .One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of  the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window . The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you .”Epilogue:

 There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

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