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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow, he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by ,the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad . “Come and play with me” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied. “I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was deeply saddened.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited “Come and play with me” the tree said. “I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me ? ” ” Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and upset.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat ?” said the man . “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years. ” Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you …” the tree said. “No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied. “No more trunk for you to climb on” “I am too old for that now” the man said. “I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots” the tree said with tears. “I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years” the man replied. “Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears! . . .

This is a story for everyone!
The tree is like our parents
When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad!
When we grow up, we leave them,only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
No matter what,
parents will always be there and
give everything they could
just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but sadly that is how almost all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted we don’t appreciate all they do for us, UNTIL it’s too late. May Allah forgive us of our shortcomings and may He Guide us! Insha-Allah! [Ameen-sum-Ameen]

And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour.

And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say:

“Ae Allah! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small.”

Last I just want to say Jazak-Allah to whoever shared this example, N no doubt it’s a great reminder for all of us. The stage I am at, very soon to Insha-Allah be a Mother a parent N a daughter who love her parents I could not stop myself from sharing this piece of writing since it touched me deeply N am sure if you’re  a parent or a kid [even if grown up N old], or even if you’re just a human being it will for sure touch your heart as well. The whole world at one side N  your Parents smile at one!

I read this article N I found it very umm interesting, so had to save it on our “space” to keep it safe as well for others to read N increase their knowledge as well as make this beautiful “relation” bit more special -this is not only for men to learn from it but for all women as well, because as far as I can tell many women  are not aware of what’s shared over here :-) It’s a unique gift no doubt but it’s given after an extra ordinary journey indeed, make sure not to miss a single moment of this time.

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“The womb of a woman who is not pregnant, has never been pregnant, is about the size of a lemon. The one who has been pregnant in the past, her womb is a bit bigger, but still, think of this, O People. This organ, it has never been duplicated by man with all of the scientific knowledge concerning it, knowledge that was given by Allaah Ta’Alaa, who Knows better what He has created and fashioned. During the course of a pregnancy, that lemon-sized organ grows large enough to hold one, two, or sometimes more babies weighing five or more pounds, plus the placenta, aka “afterbirth” and the fluid that the baby or babies float in, swallows, pees, and is somewhat cushioned by. It is the safe place that Allaah has let us all have, it is warm, and through it some faint light can be seen (!) and sounds heard. And then the child is born, having remained in that safe and secure place for as long as Allaah decrees, wa subhana Allaah wa bihamdihi.

A woman’s breasts grow also, to varying degrees. It is from Allaah’s Mercy and Knowledge and Ability that they produce milk, milk specific for that pregnancy, that child. A woman who gives birth prematurely, may Allaah protect us all, the makeup of the milk that can be expressed has the fats, carbohydrates, proteins, needed for that level of development. The milk of a more advanced pregnancy has the fats, proteins, and carbohydrates needed for that level of development. This is only from Allaah! So much is transmitted in mother’s milk that five sucklings by a baby before it is weaned is sufficient to make that baby one’s child, prohibiting marriage and permitting familiarity the same as if the child had come from the woman’s body.

During pregnancy, the mother feels the kicks, the punches, the stretches, the tumbles of her unborn child. Think of this, O men: your wife is never alone, her meals are altered as she wants more of some things and less of others, she considers everything that she eats and drinks in relation to how it will help or harm her little person, a person whose face she has never seen, whose voice she has never heard, whom she hopes will be a blessing for you both. She learns the person’s personality; this one will not let her eat meat without becoming nauseous, that one will not let her sleep uninterrupted as the soccer match starts just around bedtime, and every week, this little person is getting heavier, bigger, stronger, bidhnillaah, and while becoming more dear to you both, she also sees her body changing, and you changing as well as things progress. Are you more helpful, keeping in mind that this is “weakness bearing weakness”? Or do you expect everything to be kept as clean and fresh as it was before another human being began to take from her strength, her attentions?

And then she gives birth! Whether vaginally or by cesearean section, this involves much effort on her part. If she gives birth vaginally, she has severe muscle cramps, which is what contractions are, up to every three minutes, lasting for a minute each time. Have you ever had a muscle spasm? Imagine one coming that often! Just when she catches her breath, and is not thinking about the pains, when she is trying to remember Allaah, calling on her Lord with sincerity, just when that muscle spasm has died down, only a few minutes later it comes again. This can last FOR HOURS. The average woman having her first child is in labor for up to 24 hours. Could you stay awake that long, undergoing such always increasing pains? There are men who will not hold the hand of the women that they are married to at such times, who will not rub her aching back, speak soft words of comfort. They say that this is a woman’s job, not just the nurse, who is probably a woman, but the job of Woman. While this is true, is it not the job of Man to comfort and to protect, to show that love and mercy are not suspended while she comes so close to death? Make no mistake. Women do die in childbirth. It is not a thing from the past. It is only Allaah who brings the women through this time, and some He takes as martyrs.

Do you remember the first time that you held your child in your arms? While you thought of how small, how precious– and you were right — that little person changed your wife’s body and mind forever. Not to be overly graphic, but have you remembered or even thought about how much effort it would take for muscles that cannot be exercised to push out five or more pounds of human being? Think about defecating something the size of a grapefruit, which is the approximate size of a full term newborn’s head. When you stop wincing, then remember that arms and legs came also, with varying degrees of rapidity and ease, with someone’s hands guiding, touching a very very sensitive area. Women sometimes tear in that area and other places as the head comes out, sometimes, the midwife or obstetrican has to make a cut so that there is sufficient room for the head to emerge without damaging other areas.

So. After all of this, you are, by the mercy of Allah, a father. Your wife and your child. Your family grows. Your trust from Allah has increased. Allah bless all of you. :-)

Was just helpin my mom with makin food for the next day, as they had some guest invited over. My mom asked me to come as well, she wished me to be there, N I said:  Mama, I’m not well myself N beside it’s not good na come everyday when married :-P but she insisted. I said, will think about it. At night I though okie I can go, Life is so unpredictable N my mom wished me to be there, if she’s happy with me N I listen to her, my kids will as well care for me. Selfish huh! But that’s how it is, we humans can get selfish sometimes, Thouhg that’s just a thought that hit my mind when I sometimes say No to my parents about anythin, So I instantly change my mind. But most of time, Being nice to them is somethin I do for God only N because I love them of course :-)

What happened the other day when all guest were about to come, just two hours left. Mom went down to have a quick shower N instead she went to bedroom without any kind of feelings in leg N arm, couldn’t talk properly N neither could ask for help. THANK GOD that my brother was around N he went to just say hi hello to mom, then he called us down worried about what’s this happening to mom?? when I went downstairs I knew that it’s a minor brain stoke symptoms. We called the ambulance N they came within 5mins. Sitting there next to my mom in the ambulance with tears in my eyes N heart but being strong outside for my bros, dad N sweet sis – prayin for my mom to get well, I had one thought in my mind: What if I had decided not to come today, N instead someone would call me at my place N told what had happened? Would I ever forgive myself  for not being here? As far as I know myself; Never!

My mom got help, N now Masha-Allah, Alhamdulillah she is perfectly alright, no such after effects or anythin, Alhamdulillah! But, I was think sometimes we  realize how dear somebody is to us only when somethin like this happen N when there is moment when this thought hit us that OMG what if we lose them, when somethin serious happens we realize how big part of our life they are, N how much we actually love them. N especially when it comes to parents I feel such incidents are moments of realizations that they are the pearls of our life, they are the force that keeps us walking through any kind of phases in life,  there is nothin without them. I had that rare kind of realization now two days back now N I feel I  now value every moment more with my parents, I appriciate this life more, N am glad I did listen to my mom. I’m happy N  am thankful to God that I’m not left with a regret for not being there with my mom N for my family in such time :-) Sometimes we can’t put words to our feelings, because how we feel is beyond words. 

I just pray that such kind of realization can take place without someone being on edge of life, I wish we can learn to appriciate N value our dear ones before it’s too late. [Ameen-sum-Ameen].