Topic: What's Up
That’s my brother-in-law Jams, he came here on visit and he stayed with us for almost 3 months. He went home earlier than expected since their father ( my father-in-law) was not feeling well he needs Jams badly in his side to drive his car and assist him in some other things. My son Azhfo is very fond of him, they used to play and listen children song during his stay here. The picture was taken while we were strolling in Scientific Center, courtesy of my hubby.

Kindness Surely Pays Back!
Topic: Short Stories
I was browsing some Islamic sites this morning as usual (actually that's one of my favorite hobbies) and this is what I got from one of those interesting sites, I want to share it to you also because it's really touching, here is it:

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart."

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. The woman feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.
She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass of milk"
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

A Stranger
Topic: Short Stories
Read this one, it will make you think:
"A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new
to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our
family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome
me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young
mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years
my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an
opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My
parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love
Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was
our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales.
Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He
could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I
wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The
pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or
cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took
Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was
always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made
arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but
sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were
enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her
room, read the Qur'aan.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You
see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But
this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for
example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our
friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional
four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my
knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler
who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to
other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages
often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes
distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about
sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were
influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did
not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my
parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More
than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the
young family on Morningside Drive.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early
years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would
still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

It makes you think, doesn't it...

Mood:  blue
Topic: My Thoughts
A veiled lady dressed in full black entered in our office this morning, she is looking for our GM, as if she knew him very well by the way she asked me where he is, since our GM usually come in the office after noon prayer, I told her that he isn't around until 1:00 pm, she finally told me what she wanted, at first I can't believed that she is a beggar but when she talked too much about everything in her life,then I was convinced. I was touched with her story, she asked me if I have some penny to give her since our GM did not arrive yet and she cannot wait any longer. (Did I gave her or not? okay I won't tell you). There's one verse in Qur'aan which I always remember whenever I encountered those kind of people, it was already planted in my heart since the day I read about it.

When I reached home, I told my Honey about it and he told me that some of those people are just only fooling us, in my part, I don't care if that woman I met this morning just only fooled me, what important to me is that I am honest with the way I dealt with her. Let Allah the Almighty be the judge.

Mood:  lazy
Topic: What's Up
We stayed at home for the whole day!
Why? Holiday or what?
NO! We feel tired, wanna have some sleep! wanna have some rest! wanna have some time with each other at home...with honey and azfo!
SO FEEL AT HOME! FORGET JOB!