Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim.
Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.
Dear friends, first I would like to ask you how are you all? I hope that by the grace of God, he is well and healthy.
Alhamdulillah, I am well by the grace of Allah and your prayers, I am healthy Alhamdulillah.
Today I am going to share with you the subject I hope you will enjoy reading.
A few days travelogue is still burning fireflies part (14)
My feeling all the time is that this man has not been given due respect by his nation and his society. Neither I nor we did, perhaps he himself. As far as life is concerned, he had to do more, he had to go farther.
Another feeling of mine is that if I could work properly in his shadow and under his patronage, the combined efforts of teachers and students in the field of education reform could have been more fruitful. But the so-called Dark Ages, the medieval philosophical poet Al-Mutanabbi has described the experience of life in this way that man does not get what he desires. The sea breeze does not always blow in favor of the ship.
The lord had many dreams about himself and me. To dream that I had no qualifications of my own. But I knew in that look that my teacher was dreaming. But the speed of the dream boat was the opposite of where the wind was blowing.
Breakfast and rest were arranged from the office. I couldn't understand the fatigue of Shabana's visit, when sleep made me 'sleepy'. I woke up at ten. I was living in a beautiful dream then. I am sitting next to Amma and listening to her. He is advising me about the Hereafter, and talking about preparing for the journey. What could be more beautiful than the dream of preparing for the journey to the Hereafter in the sleep of a short journey of the world and the advice of the mother. So this dream could have been a cause of trouble. But the call came from my dear Utazer, Hazrat Yaok Sahib. So I got up from the dream and prepared for the dream moment. Madrasa and the house of the lord. Thanks.
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