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.

A bowl of hot noodles

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At night, Ana quarreled with her mother. Because very angry, Ana immediately left the house without carrying anything. When walking on a street, She realized that she was ill with the money.

When walking through a street, she passed a noodle shop and she smelled the scent of cooking smells. She wanted to order a bowl of noodles, but it broke.

Shop owner saw her standing in front of a long bar, and said "Miss, do you want to order a bowl of noodles?" "Yes, but, I'm ill with the money" Ana replied shyly
"It's okay, I'll buy you" replied the proprietor. "Please sit down, I'll cook noodles for you".

Not long later, the proprietor was delivering a bowl of noodles. Ana quickly ate a couple of bites, and then the tears began to tear. "What lady?"
Asked the proprietor.
"Okay" I'm just thrilled Ana answered, drying her tears.

"In fact, I know a new one gave me a bowl of noodles!, But,? my own mother, after a fight with me, threw me out of the house and told me not to come back home "
"You, a new familiar, but so concerned with me than with his own birth mother" she told the proprietor.

The owner of the diner after hearing the words of Ana, took a deep breath and said "Miss why you think like that? Think about this, I just gave you a bowl of noodles and you're so moved. Your mother has cooked noodles and rice for you when you were little until now, why do not you thank him? And you're even arguing with him "

Ana, was shocked to hear that they will be. "Why would I think you know about this ill-tsb? A bowl of noodles for new-org dr know, I was so
thank you, but to my mother wrote to cook for me for many years, I did not even show concern for him. And just because a trivial issue, I argued with him.

Ana, immediately spent her noodles, and Ana steeled herself to get back to her home. As I walked into the house, she thought the words should be spoken reply to his mother. Once in the house doorway, she saw his mother, his face weary and anxious. When meeting with Ana, the first sentence out of his mouth is "Ana you're home, come quick, I
has to make dinner and eat before you sleep, food will be cold if you do not eat it now ". At that time Ana could not help crying and she cried before his mother.

Once upon a time, we may be very grateful to the other org around us for a little help given to us. But to someone who is very close to us (family), especially our parents, we must remember that we are grateful to them for life We.

REFLECTION:

However we must not forget our Parent Services. Often we think they are a natural process for granted. But the love and concern for our parents is the most precious gift given to us since birth. Think about it!
Do we want to appreciate the unconditional sacrifice of our parents?

Hey Children, obey your parents in everything, because that's the beautiful in the Lord.
(Source : semangkuk bakmi panas, 1001Motivation)

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)

Change the impossible possible

As a journalist, was, he paid 17 million a month in a national media. But, he instead decided to come out to independent. He faces trial and error. This story New businesses are still in the plan, I leave an established job. Decision 'crazy', perhaps. Imagine, I paid USD 17 million per month plus some tantalizing facilities. However, my decision was unanimous. In my eyes, to be more promising entrepreneurs. Of course nothing is easy. Moreover, I have no experience at all, except as a journalist. But I sure can, as long as hard work. The first opportunity that I caught the singer considered the controversial town of Pasuruan. He is my contract gig in Sidoarjo, Jember and Banyuwangi. His name became a guarantee, darted through the rocking of her drill. So, the advantage is in lidded eyes. Humans have a plan, a step that determines God. Not that lucky, I actually Cripple (loss) USD $ 25 million! The audience who attended less than the target. "And again, your show is not a blessing. Lust Inviting rocking, forbidden to watch," said ustadz (religious teacher) me. Alamaaak (so sorry), had lost sin again. So, do not want to add sin, I racked his brain for a new business that is clean and blessed. There lyrics lyrics here, I finally found a real estate mangkrak (place name) in Surabaya. Intends acquired, I also went looking for information. Unfortunately, the information that I can not please them all. The company wrapped up a complex issue, particularly its debt mountain. Already offered everywhere, no one wants. Ah, they might not have the slightest chance.. I'm curious. Prophet Isa when crossing a street with some friends, somewhere, found the carcass of a mule. The stench makes the friends hold my nose as he muttered. What did the Prophet Jesus? "Look, how white teeth donkey!" I pondered. So, from something that looks too bad we could always see something good. It all depends on the point of view and the way we perceive. The story inspired me when listening to the various problems that the middle coiled real estate company which again I buckle-buckle it. From the pile of problems, I see there is still a glimmer of light. Pretty good location. Thus, if I was able to overcome various problems that this super-complicated, God willing, I will not be so difficult to market. Sense of optimism appeared in my mind. But, as my company's acquisition, a myriad of problems facing. The first days in office, many people came. Almost all of them angry. Starting from electricity, water channels are jammed, and the most severe debt problems. Fund USD 900 million that we sold out to prepare paying the debt. To the extent that I as a director can not afford phone credit, because the cash was drained. Done? Yet. Is still a pile of debt. But here I feel the hands of God. Apparently the various, sometimes suddenly entered the money from the sale of the house. Sometimes the collector will also delayed payment. Dozens of times I feel God's help. Hence, each hit a problem I always say to my friends, "Insha Allah (with the permission of Allah), there is a way out." Is not every problem is reversed, there must be easier? The key, in addition to hard work and patience is begged God's help. Case singers 'drill' it gives me a valuable lesson. Before acquired, I asked directions to God, through prayer istiharah (ask for God's guidance). My prayer is simple, "Oh God, if You allow I handle this company, give me the way. But if you do not pleasure, keep me from it." I am sure, weighing any problem, if God's help there's a way out. That's what I feel. Now, 2 years running, my income is greater than I could from Kompas-Gramedia with 17-year working period. (Basuki Subianto, as narrated in the book launch of 'Changing the impossible possible, the end of January. The paper was published in February edition Hidayatullah Magazine 2005).

Love

A six-year boy was running away from home. Moments earlier, the sound of broken glass could stop the rush of people around the house. There herbalist, artisans vegetables passing, some passersby. They looked around for a while, and said softly, "Ah, the boy again!"

Naughty child behavior was not a new sight for the people who are often around the house. Almost every day, even three times a day, the boy made the noise. And the noise is always going on around her house. Began to sound the broken glass, a door open with a loud, and had just happened, breaking glass windows.

As always, a mother came out shortly after that bad boy ran away from home. Calling the child, the mother did not show anger burning hue. Not really shouting threats, generally keeping an upset. He was just calling her names and two words after, "Come here honey!"


This time, the child is not usual that kept running away. He stopped. He turned to the voice calling his name. "Mother," he hissed softly. Pissed face suddenly turned pale remorse. And he allowed himself was approached by a man whom he called mother.

"My son!" the mother's voice while his right hand grabbed the boy's hair. The hand was gently stroking the child's hair.

"Mom, mom is not angry?" voice of the child while her face looked up at her mother's face. "My son, why she should be angry?" his mother answered curtly.

The boy suddenly clutched her a slightly bent align themselves with his son. "Mom," the boy's voice suddenly. As she continued stroking the hair of the child, the mother's face shows more cool smile on her eyes. "What, dear?" the mother said softly.

"Why mom could be like this? And I've been so naughty?" asked the child who began to loosen her arms.

"My son," said the mother. "This is love!" continued the voice of the mother while still revealing a soft smile to her son.

***

So many bad behavior of human children on this earth. So much damage they are putting out so that life becomes noisy. The people who happened to be around, too, feel the noise disruptions.

But, along with naughty behavior, always appeared soft voices of children calling people to return. Like, a call that says, "Go back, dear!"

In fact, the children of men who bad not even slightly comparable to the towering mountain prowess, the magnitude of lightning is ready grabbing, rigidity of the rock composition of the earth that was so easy to squeeze the living creatures on it. Not to mention the brunt of the magnitude of ocean waves that can be changed drastically so scary.

But why, exactly a soft voice that always called from behind away human children are naughty.

Love. That might be an appropriate answer. Spoken like the mother to her child, "Love my son!" Or in another language, as spoken by the Almighty dear, "Warahmati wasi'at kulla sya'i, My love covers all things!" (muhammadnuh@eramuslim.com)

Small Child & Time

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As usual Rudi, the branch manager at a leading private company in Jakarta, arrived at his home at 9 o'clock in the evening. Not as usual, Imron, who had their first son in second grade elementary school opened the door. He seems to have waited long enough.

"Why, have not slept?" Rudi said, kissing her son.

Usually, Imron was already asleep when he came home and was awake when he was leaving the office the morning.

He followed his father into the family room, Imron replied, "I waited for my father home. Because I want to ask how the hell salary Father? "

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"Well, rarely, asked my father salary? Want to ask for money again, huh? "

"Ah, no. want to know. "

"Okay. You can count itself. Every day he worked about 10 hours and are paid Rp 400.000, -. And each month is calculated on average 25 working days, so my father salary in one month how many, come on? "

Imron run took the paper and pencil from the desk, while his father took off his shoes and turned on the television. When Rudi moved to the bedroom to change clothes, Imron ran after him.

"If one day the father paid Rp 400.000, - for 10 hours, meaning an hour's father paid Rp 40.000, - then," he said.

"Well, you clever. Already, now wash your feet, sleep, "Rudi orders.

But Imron did not budge.

As he watched his father get dressed, Imron again asked, "Dad, Can I borrow money Rp 5000, -?"

"Yes, do not need all that. Why ask for money at night? Tired dad. And want to shower. Sleep. "

"But, Daddy ..." Patience Rudi out.

"My father said to bed!" He snapped surprising Imron.

The little boy turned to his room. After the bath, Rudi seems to regret his anger, he was turned Imron in his bedroom. His favorite was not asleep. Imron was found sobbing quietly while holding money Rp 15.000, - in his hands.

As I lay down and stroked the head of the little boy, Rudi said, "Forgive my father, my boy. I love just Imron. Why the hell asked for money at night? If you want to buy toys, tomorrow, 'you can. Not only Rp 5000, - more than any father's love. "

"Dad, I'm not asking for money. I borrowed. I'll return when it's saving more than spending money for this week. "

"Yes, yes, but for what?" Rudi asked softly.

"I waited for my father than 8 hours. I want to take my father to play the snake ladder. Just thirty minutes. Mother always said that if time is precious father. So, I want to buy time father. I opened my savings, there is Rp 15.000, -. But because my father told me an hour he paid Rp 40.000, -, then half an hour to Rp 20,000, -. Money savings less Rp 5000, -. That's why I want to borrow from my father, "Imron said innocently.

Rudi was silent. He lost for words. The little boy hugged tightly.

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.
**
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)