Travel story Gold Coins

A smart look while sitting contemplate a piece of his gold coins, "For what I continue to keep this coin?, It not be more useful if I gave one more I need it?" Thinks in his heart.

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A few moments later he stood up and walk around. On the trip he met and chatted with a little girl. Then he gave gold coins to the little girl. The little girl's eyes did not blink when you receive the gold coin, the coin he did not believe it now belonged to him. He went home with a determination, "this coin will be given to the mother, she would be happy kerana can buy necessities of life of our day."

The little girl's mother was very happy to receive the gold coins and he was getting ready to go into town for shopping. On her journey of compassion when he saw a poor man who crouched leg coolness five. "Maybe it's better coin given him. God still blesses my family with a house, clothes and decent food, "he thought. He also took the gold coin and handed it to the poor are.

The poor feel very lucky, he's like getting a windfall. He took the gold coin was tight and he limped toward his dump. In the slums he found new occupants, a man who maimed and blind, who sat with a sad face.

"I'm much more fortunate than this guy. Earlier I did not have anything before accepting this gold coin. If I gave it to this guy, actually I did not lose because I too have got for nothing. God must still take care of even without this gold coin, "Think of the poor who was generous, handing the coins into the hands of the blind.

The next day the poor man had to walk to the slums and talk with the blind owner of the gold coin. He treated the blind as his best friend, so that the blind man's heart is warm cold. The poor to embrace the blind and said, "Friend, now I do not have anything valuable to give to you other than friendship." To which the blind now know that in this world there are people who care about him, even seeing him as a friend. She cried with happiness, friendship revealed that the poor have now been expelled the darkness from his heart. He gripped his friend's hand and slipped his gold coins, saying, "Here, take it as a sign of our friendship."

The story above I took from a blog Malaysia (http://emaskini.com) and translated into English. So what the moral behind this story? Morale is not stingy to give. Give nothing to them any more than we need for one when we will receive a reply from Him.

Grandma's old ballad

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Age has reached the twilight. With a distance of 8 kilometers on foot, once a week, he did it to get to the mosque Lamtamot Seulawah Valley, Aceh, to listen to the recitation


Distance of 8 kilometers traveled by foot, once a week, in order to join the Koran. Yet,
The woman was very simple. Shabby, always wearing a sarong, kebaya (traditional clothes) dress typical elderly woman, and the veil made from socks that ran up and down his chest.

His face was not sunken despite 85 years of age. Perfect straight body. His back was bent a bit. His teeth were still neatly arranged, nothing that date. We laughed, saw teeth are lined up neatly presented joy of his soul.

Scars wrinkles on the cheeks of bias could not diminish her beauty as a woman of Aceh. Pug-nosed with eyes turned a bit wistful. First met him, he wore a brown scarf. Long-sleeved dress with flower pattern and green sarong faded. He was also wearing flip-flops. All the accompanying fetch happiness.

Old grandmother of charm. Deepening Islamic zeal not fragile with old age. He was a strong move to pick up the guidance. This view was myopic eyes stung cruel world. He was walking, kept walking, toward the light of God's natural Universe. All that looks easy for him. Conversely, people who saw it were ashamed and fell in sympathy.

He lives alone. Melodies of life is not without a tone. Melancholy tones so often accompany him. We met in a beautiful meeting, in an assembly Dzikrullah (remembering God) in the 'Mosque Lamtamot'. I was the speaker and the grandmother was a good listener.

After the event, the old woman went home. Slow down. His right hand swinging a stick body buffer balance. He stepped toil, through the forest grove with no smooth road. Large boulders blocking. As far as eight miles, yes miles!

He stumbled through the streets deserted. Dragging his right leg crippled by a conviction, strengthen faith. Strengthened his determination to attend the weekly Islamic studies conducted KKIA-SWA (Indonesian Humanitarian Committee for Aceh-Friends Women and Children), every Sunday morning.

Grandma was born in the Valley Seulawah. His name is Haji, because the holiday coincided with the pilgrimage. No frills others. Until now people used to call her Grandma Haji. Not because it's perform the pilgrimage, but because that name is inherited from the parents.

Formerly, Grandma Haji grows into a good girl. At the age of seven, he began studying Islam in a foster mother (pesantren) which is not far from his home in the Valley Seulawah. Every day he studied books on Tengku Usman. Literacy lessons, all in the Arabic script, not the alphabet ABC.

Growing up, Grandma Haji end of loneliness in the age of 18 years. When it comes proposal from a young man in the neighboring village. Grandma Haji was received, because it has been determined by the parents. Regular matches at that time. The parents agree, children obey. Moreover, Grandma Haji did not have a choice.

Marry them with a dowry Rp 20. During the marriage, was Granny Haji is often made disappointed. Themselves who are religious must accompany a husband who is religious perfunctory. Just to pray, he must always be reminded. It was still often not done.

Household's Ark finally ended after 12 years established. Her husband wanted a child but Grandma Haji is not a woman infertile. Since the breakup, he became his own. There was no place to share God except Allah the Most Holy and Most High.

From the age of 40 years until now, he kept himself. Seeking all the necessities of life with the crowd. Working on their own fields or take a hack at someone else's garden. But 'grandmother Hajj' still have time to teach local people to teach. All doing without complaining.

'Grandma Haji' always stay istiqomah (trying to keep the truth). Ive young to the elderly guidance is always guarded. Closing the genitalia, night prayers, and their studies, continue to do without difficulty.

Now 'Grandma Hajj' occupies a modest house in the village Buncala. Dirt floors uneven, dull shingled with sago palm leaf roof. Furniture in the room just improvise. Sleeping mat mats, cooking with a brick oven using firewood. Everything lived with patience and sincerity. Subhan Allah (Glory to God)! Are we still do not feel ashamed? * (Srikawati / Hidayatullah)

Life Meditations

How much the value of paper money worth 100,000 when taken to the mosque to donate, but how small when taken to the mall to spend!

How long to serve God for fifteen minutes, but how short when we saw the movie.

How difficult it is to find the words when praying (spontaneous), but how easy it is when talking or gossiping with a girlfriend / friends without having to think long-term.

What a fun game when the ball extended extra time but we complain when a sermon at the mosque a little longer than usual. How difficult it is to read a sheet of Al-qur'an but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a best-selling novel.

How giatnya people to sit in front of the game or concert, but more happy to be in the rear ranks while in the Mosque

How Easily make 40 years of sin in order to satisfy lust alone, but how hard it is when abstinence for 30 days while fasting.

How difficult it is to make time to pray 5 times; but how easy it is to adjust the time in seconds at the last moment for a fun event.

How difficult it is to learn the meanings contained in the al qur'an; but how easy it is to repeat the same gossip to others.

How easily we believe what the newspapers say but how we doubted what the Bible says Quran.

How each person wants to enter heaven, if not necessary to believe or think, or say anything, or do nothing.

The Story of a Grasshopper

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A grasshopper has long been locked in a box. One day she got out of the lock box. He happily enjoying jumping freedom.

On the trip he met with a different grasshoppers. But he was puzzled why the grasshopper can jump higher and farther from it.

With curiosity he went to the grasshopper, and asked, "Why are you can jump higher and farther, but we are not much different from the age or body shape?".

Grasshoppers were also answered with the question, "Where you been living? Because all the grasshoppers that live in the wild must be done as
I do ".

When the locusts had just realized that for this box that makes the jumps are not as far and as high as other grasshoppers that live in the wild.

Reflection:
Sometimes we as human beings, unconsciously, had also experienced the same thing with the grasshoppers.

A bad environment, insults, traumas of the past, successive failures, the words of a friend or neighbor's opinion, as if to make us shut up in pseudo box
restrict our strengths. More often we categorically believe whatever they voniskan to us without ever thinking you are really that bad?
Even worse, we would rather trust them than trust themselves.

Do not you ever questioned the conscience that you can "jump higher and farther" if you want to get rid of "box" is? Do not you want to free yourself so you can achieve something far beyond the limits you consider your ability?

Fortunate as we are given God's man's ability to fight, not just give up on what we experienced. Because of that friend, keep on trying to achieve whatever you want to achieve. Ill indeed, exhausted it, but when you've reached the top, all the sacrifices that must be paid.

Your life will be better if you live with your choice of way of life. Not how to live as they chose for you.

Clouds

In a place far away from the city, was a young man rushed into a small mosque. His face showed anxiety and uncertainty. He is like looking for something in the mosque.

"Assalam Alaikum, Teacher!" he said to an old man who looks busy sweeping the room mosque. Spontaneous, the old man to stop busy. He turned to the boy and his smile was expanding. "Wa'alaikumussalam. My son. Come in!" he said, putting a broom in the corner. After that, he and his guests sat cross-legged.

"What, my son?" he said with a smile that was too furl. "Teacher. I accepted employment in the city!" said the boy later. "Thank God," said the grandfather happy. "Teacher, if you do not mind, give me advice to succeed!" said the young man, looking down. Saying he was waiting for his grandfather before him.

"My son. Be like water. And do not follow the trail of clouds," a string of short sentences glide quietly from the mouth of the grandfather. The boy had not reacted. He thought hard as word meaning teacher. But, to no avail. "I mean, Professor?" he said later.

"My son. Water teaches us to always humble. Despite coming from a high place, he always wanted to go down. The bigger, more numerous; water so excited to move down. He was always looking for gaps to be coursing beneath the world," certainly the grandfather quietly. "Then with the clouds, Teacher?" asked the boy wonder.

"Do not even like clouds, my son. Look! Clouds come from low places, but wanted to quickly be in high places. The lighter, the more he is not weighted; cloud rose more anxious," explained the grandfather was so wise. "But my son," he added later. "The height of the cloud was just a game material wind." And the young man seemed to nod slowly.
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One thousand one hope is often addressed for the good activists. They are hoping is the weak who need protection, the poor who want help, and lay people who desire guidance.

Arrangement hope it leads to one point: that good quality good activists not just stop at the person of the perpetrator. But, can flow to the bottom: wet basin hope that increasingly dry, and turn green seeds that begin to turn yellow.

Unfortunately, not all the good quality of activists such as the water is always flowing and the constant flow of fresh life below. Because there are some people who just the opposite, like a cloud of the earth farther away. As if anyone wants they express: good-bye to the underworld; sorry, we were busy chatting with the wind. (mnuh / eramuslim)

Frog

At a place on the edge of the forest, a place of students preparing for evening prayer. He broom dust and dry leaves are scattered around the room praying. A moment later, prayer mats were spread out toward mecca. The rain which began to subside add silence of the night.

"Bismillah," the voice of the students started the prayer. But, "Kung ... kung ... kung!" Shouted a loud voice like the students to rip absorption. He also turned to the window. "Ah, frog voice again!" he said to myself.

It was several times he wanted to start praying the night, always a frog's voice shouted to shackle. Of course, it was very disturbing. Cook, who should be praying tonight so humble, always caught a frog's face. Round eyes, neck and head together and pointed in the mouth, and bubbles in the neck that produces such a high note: kung!

"Astaghfirullah! How can humble," said the students, opening the window of her room. He poked his head out the window as he stared at the puddle right next to the window. But, a few frogs still shouting. They do not seem to care about the satirical 'smooth' the students.

Until finally, "Shut up!" The students shouted loudly. Louder than the cries of frogs. Yeah, right. Shouts students no longer make a frog noise. They were silent. Perhaps, the frogs realized that they were not liked. Even possible, is threatened. "Well, so much better," chanted the students, closing the window.

He went back to focus only on fixed her prayers. I confronted my face only to God, the Creator of heaven and earth. But, "Kung ... kung ... kung!" The frogs shouted shouted back. Spontaneous, the students returned to stop prayers.

This time, he did not immediately moved toward the window. He just stared at the closed window. The students like staring at something. Old ..., he did not do anything but thoughtfully in silence.

"Astaghfirullah," the voice of the students later. "Why did I take the frogs scream as interference. It may be, they're singing accompany this cool night. Or even, the frogs were praising God even as I also praise Him in prayer tonight.

Astaghfirullah, "said the students with a deep breath. And, he started with such solemn prayer. Reverent ... once. So even with the frogs:" Kung ... kung ... kung! "

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Sometimes, because of selfish self, perspective does not fit falls in place. Let the others sound different. Because may be, that's their prayer beads. (mnuh/eramuslim)