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A person once heard a pious Muslim say that ” For the last thirty years I am repenting for a sin and I don’t know how Allah will deal with me regarding it.”
The listener asked: “What was your sin?”
The man said, ” I used to have a shop in the bazaar, one day I heard that the whole bazaar was burning so I rushed to see my shop.
When I reached there I saw except my shop all the others were razed to the ground. I said
“Alhamdulillah” (All praise be to ALLAH); but immediately I realized my mistake. How can I call myself a Muslim when I couldn’t feel the loss of my neighbours? That is why I am repenting for that lapse on my part for the last thirty years.”
KHATHIJA G III
Spring time …….
The season of blooming flowers.
When the sun shines,
And the sky is free from any showers.
When the trees gently sway,
And the wind chimes chime,
When the children come out to play,
Beautiful spring time.
The time of happiness and joy!
When all the flowers bloom,
In many different colours.
Spring time, the season of flowers
SHIFA.G GV
It’s the place where my joy starts to bloom.
My classroom is the place where my school day starts.
There’s nothing that can separate me and my classroom apart.
It is a place where I can study and approve,
It’s a place where I can learn and improve.
It is a place where I start my studies,
It is the place where I meet my buddies.
HANIAH REMIZ GVIII