Big Hearts to Love and Big Hands to Give

Once there was an old man who lived in the remote village called Wali  in. On a hot afternoon in peak summer time where the sun was like a fire ball,a young couple who were travelling along with their 7 year old son to Vadodara, had their car broken down.There was no hint of any shop nearby,they walked 2 miles but still couldn’t find any.Meanwhile their son fainted due to the sun stroke.

They went to all the houses they could find for some help. But none of them responded positively, all they got was doors shut on their faces. Their kid was craving for water they couldn’t bear seeing him like that. As they were moving, they found a small hut, but the man was going, ignoring the hut. His wife called him and said “Let’s ask here”,

“Have u gone crazy ? Look they don’t even have enough place to live for themselves, how can they help us?”, he said. But she did not listen and started to call,

“Excuse me!!! Hello is anyone inside”.

A man who is in his 70s came out, he saw the couple and their kid and took them inside at once. He called his wife and asked her to wipe the body of boy with a wet cloth.In the meantime, he went out to bring some coconut water and made the boy drink it and also juice of some medicinal herbs.

After some time, the boy regained consciousness, and his mother felt very happy and grateful to the old man. She almost got tears in her eyes while thanking the old couple, but her husband didn’t even try speaking a word, not even the eye contact,he hung his head low.

”Is he your only kid“, the old man asked the young lady, for which she replied “Yes, we love him very much, it’s so painful to see him suffering in front of us, we always gave him whatever he wanted,We asked all of the people out there in the big bungalows but none of them helped, my husband almost lost hope.But luckily we found you,we feel very bad.that u live such a wretched life,we offer some money to you from our side as a gratitude,please accept it.”

“Of course,I will accept ,but not money you need to do me a favor ,”the old man said

“Ya, definitely tell us,”she said

“Give your son what he needed ,not what he wanted, Its not money that makes a person rich,it is his character which makes him priceless. Teach him the morals,mould him with the right attitude.”

“But how does it matter to you?”asked the young lady

I also gave my son money,car everything what he wanted failing to realize that I made him poor character wise ,which ultimately  brought us present situation
I don’t want my Son to face the same situation

The young man who was sitting silently till then with his head in his arms broke down into tears,he held the old man weeping and said I am sorry papa,

The young lady now understood everything,her husband who was the only son of the old couple greedy of her wealth ,abandoned his parents when they needed him the most lying to her that they are not alive

She felt ashamed of her husband.

I am sorry papa,I realized my mistake the moment ,please come with us please

See son, I and your mother endured tough times,but we are happy and content with what we have and that is enough for us to lead the life,but you don’t do the mistake I did let your son inherit good character rather than all the wealth.

“Sure dad if you don’t wish to come don’t come ,I will come here regularly and make sure that you and mom live comfortably, now I realize that you r the most important part of my life -my family,”he said

The young couple took blessings and were leaving with their son, the old man called his sons wife  and said -To help one need not have big houses all they need is “big hearts to love and big hands to give!”.

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All We Need is a Cup of Coffee

 A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."


Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

The Professor and the Coffee

Kenapa Orang Kita Suka Mencarut?

Hari tu jalan – jalan kat UIA tengok bazaar saya terdengar seorang budak perempuan yang berpakaian pelik mencarut sebab terlanggar satu benda. Mencarut dalam Bahasa Inggeris pula tu. Benda yang dia sebut tu teruk juga lah, banyak pulak tu. Dia sebut “sh**, f**k”. Dan lepas benda tu keluar, kawan dia pula puji, “hah, ambik kau, semua terkeluar”. Yelah, mungkin perempuan yang mencarut tu bangga lah sebab ada orang beri respon bila dia mencarut dan dia tahu orang dengar dia mencarut tadi. Dah la pakai pelik, memang nampaknya perempuan tu suka menjadi bahan perhatian orang.

Saya kali ini nak cerita penyebab orang kita suka mengeluarkan kata –kata kesat. Kenapa orang kita suka mencarut? Pada perhatian saya: -

Tiru orang Barat

Orang kita suka tonton cerita macam Fast and Furious, Tropic Thunder, Epic Movie, Superhero Movie apa semua tu, kan? Dalam ceritu macam kan banyak benda yang pelakon dia carut. Jadi kita ni ingat benda tu ‘trend’ la. Dan dari cerita macam nil ah kita belajar bahasa – bahasa carut tu. Orang kita kan suka mencarut dalam BI?

Nampak bergaya

Bagi sesetengah orang yang suka mengeluarkan kata - kata kesat dalam BI ni, diaorang anggap benda ni bergaya. Kenapa bergaya? Bergaya lah sebab mencarut pun guna Bahasa Inggeris kan. Diaorang pun ada juga rasa macam show off bila mencarut. Bagi diaorang, benda ni buat diaorang nampak educated, sebab diaorang tahu mencarut dalam Bahasa Inggeris.

Dah biasa

Kadang – kadang, orang kita mencarut sebab dah terbiasa. Dia sebut “WTF” tu sebagai satu ekspresi. Mungkin “WTF” tu macam “Apa kes?!” lah kot. Bagi saya ini tak lah berat sangat. Boleh dimaafkan. Kadang – kadang, dalam status FB pun dia tulis ja “WTF”, tapi dia tak betul – betul maksudkan begitu. Ia lebih baik jika kita tak menzahirkan benda tu. Dosa tu dosa lah jugak, tapi tak dosa besar macam kita keluarkannya dengan jelas. Saya tak sokong mana – mana, cuma bagi saya ini tak berat sangat.

Sebenarnya bila kita mencarut kita selalu tak sedar apa orang fikir tentang kita lepas tu kan. Dah sebut “sh** f**k d**k” tu orang akan nilai kita macam – macam. Selalunya benda – benda yang buruk lah. Orang kata kita bodoh, kita berlagak dan mungkin juga orang kata kita jahil mak bapak tak ajar. Maafkan saya jika benda ni kurang menyenangkan. Dulu saya pun suka mencarut. Masa tu saya ingat mencarut dalam BI ni stailo habis. Tapi sebenarnya, perkara tu buat kita nampak bodoh. Sumpah tak tipu! Orang pandang kita macam tu!

Tapi bagi kes “dah terbiasa guna carut tu sebagai satu ekspresi” lain sikit. Kadang – kadang orang tu dah terbiasa, nak buat macam mana. Dia tak ada niat nak show off atau nak tunjuk bergaya. Cuma dia dah terbiasa. Kadang – kadang, dia melatah pun sebut “WTF”, marah pun sebut, sedih pun sebut, terkejut pun dia sebut. Nak buat macam mana kan? Tapi kalau boleh kurangkan lah. Lebih baik sebut “Masha Allah” atau “Astagfirullah”.

Mesej saya untuk entri ini adalah, jangan amal mencarut dalam perbualan harian kita okey. Tak guna kita mencarut. Semua ni buat kita dapat dosa kering ja. Tak pasal – pasal dapat dosa. Memang nampak remeh tapi bila buat banyak kali kan dah bertimbun titik hitam dalam hati? Rugilah. Tak payah lah mencarut. Mencarut tu buat kita nampak macam tak bertamadun. Kita ada bahasa yang lagi indah kenapa nak guna bahasa yang buruk tu? Mak ayah kan tak ajar kita mencarut?

Okey. Sebelum saya akhiri entri ini, saya nak minta maaf kalau saya buat pembaca terguris. Saya hanya nak berkongsi rasa dan pendapat dengan harapan sedekah jariah saya ini diterima serta diamal. Insya ALLAH.

Misteri Kafe

     Selalu  kita  dengar  cerita-cerita  orang  diganggu  oleh  bunyi-bunyian  aneh  yang  dilakukan oleh makluk-makhluk  ghaib.  Cerita  rumah  lama  bunyi  macam  ada  orang  tapi  sebenarnya takdelah… cerita  dengar  bunyi  tapak  kaki  tapi  takde  oranglah…  bunyi  orang  ghaib  nyanyi karaokelah… macam-macam!

     Dari  aku  kecik  aku  pun  selalu  dimomokkan  dengan  cerita-cerita  macam  ni especially  dari majalah  misteri  (dan  kini  jadi  majalah  sembang  gebang) – Mastika.  Tapi,  aku tak  pernah  pula sangka  aku  berpeluang  melalui  pengalaman  yang  sama.  Peristiwa  ni  takdelah seram  mana pasal ia  berlaku  pada  waktu  siang  tapi  kalau  difikir-fikirkan  balik,  meremang juga  bulu  roma. Cerita berlaku  pada  tahun  2001  kalau  tak  silap  aku.

     Masa  tu  aku  sekolah rendah  lagi  darjah  5  Harapan  di  sebuah  sekolah  kampung  di  Johor. Hari tu  hari  Sabtu,  ada kokurikulum.  Selepas  ko-k  tamat,  aku  kena  stay  kat  kafe  pasal  ada tusyen B.M  dengan seorang  cikgu.  Memandangkan  murid  yang  datang  tusyen  tu  pun  tak  ramai (dalam  lebih kurang  6  orang),  makanya  pembelajaran  hari  tu  pun  dibuat  di  kafe  sekolah. Turut serta  2 orang  member  aku  yang  menyebok  stay  kat  kafe  lepas  ko-k  tu  pasal  tak  nak balik rumah lagi.  Jam  masa  tu  dah  lebih  kurang  1p.m.  Cikgu  pun  bagilah  kitorang  satu latihan objektif dan  tinggalkan  kitorang  sekejap  untuk  ke  bilik  guru.  Masing-masing  pun  tekunlah buat dan kawan  aku  2  orang  yang  tak  terlibat  dengan  tusyen  ni  tadi  sibuk  menimbang  bola  takraw kat kafe  tu  juga.

     So,  lepas  habis  je  latihan  tu  aku  buat;  aku  pun  joinlah  diorang  sekali sementara  menunggu cikgu  datang.  Kitorang  rentangkan  bangku  kafe  sebagai  net  konon-kononnya.  Budak perempuan  yang  lain  pun  dah  siap  kerja  agaknya  dan  berborak  sesama sendiri.

     Sedang  asyik  masing-masing  dengan  hal  masing-masing,  tiba-tiba  kami  semua  terhenti dan terdiam  disebabkan  kedengaran  satu  bunyi  yang  sangat  kuat.  SREEETTT~~~  bunyi seperti sesuatu  benda  besi  yang  amat  berat  diseret.  Pada  mulanya   kami  buat  tak  endah  lah. Kemudian  berbunyi  lagi,  kali  ni  lebih  panjang  dari  tadi  macam  semakin  jauh  jaraknya. Masing-masing  terdiam  dan  berpandangan  sesama  sendiri.  Kami  mula  bertanya  sesama  sendiri tentang  bunyi  tersebut  dan  dari  arah  mana  dia  datang.

     Kemudian,  bunyi  tu  datang  lagi. Panjang  dan  merenggiut.  Bunyi  besi  berlaga  lantai.  Kami simpulkan  yang  itu  bunyi  tong  gas diseret.  Kami  tambah  hairan.  Setahu  kami,  kami  sahaja yang  ada  disitu  dan  kami  pasti  bunyi tu  datang  dari  kafe  juga  kerana  sebelah  kafe  itu adalah padang  dan  kedudukan  kafe  tu tidak  terlindung  apa-apa  bangunan  yang  boleh diandaikan  bunyi tu  datang  dari  tempat  lain. Tambahan,  bunyi  tong  gas  ditarik  tu  betul-betul dekat!  Macam jaraknya  tak  sampai  5   meter dari  kami.

     Beberapa  detik  kemudian,  bunyi  tu  berhenti.  Aku  dan  kawan-kawan  aku  tadi cubalah menyiasat  dari  mana  arah  bunyi  tu  datang.  Tak  lama  bunyi  tu  kembali  dan  apabila kami amati,  ia  datang  dari  dalam  kawasan  tempat  memasak  kafe  yang  dikunci.  Kami  pun check lah  pintu  belakang  kot-kot  ada  orang  masuk.

     Negatif.

     Dimangga  dari  luar.  Tengok bayang-bayang  ikut  celah  bawah  pintu  pun  macam  takde apa yang bergerak.  Last  sekali, kami mengintai  ikut  lubang  kunci.  Kami  nampak  hanya  ada  2 biji tong gas.  Tapi  tong  gas  tu langsung  tak  bergerak  sedangkan  bunyi  tu  masih  kedengaran. Jelas dan nyata  dari  balik  pintu. Kawan  aku  ada  juga  memanggil-manggil  kot-kot  ada  orang dekat dalam bilik  tu,  langsung tiada   jawapan.  Kami  semua  mulai  seriau.  Tak  lama  bunyi  tu berhenti sendiri sebelum  cikgu kami  datang  dan  terkejut  dengan  cerita  kami.  Apalagi,  dia  pun suruh kami berkemas  dan pulang  sambil  berkata;  “Patutlah  jaga  cakap  kadang-kadang  malam-malam dengar macam  ada orang  makan-makan  kat  kafe  ni.”