Tea pot

[Xafsa]

Assalato Wassalamo Ala Sayidina Mohammadin Wa Ala Alihi Attaibin Attahirin Wassalam..

 

This is a great story that we could all benefit from.

It is a simple reminder of how "Allah" is the potter of our life and we are the clay. "Allah" is the shaper of each of our lives and when struggles seem overwhelming, we need to remind ourselves that these struggles serve a purpose in making us stronger, wiser, and in the perfect image that "Allah" has for each of His creations.

THE TEA CUP ~

 

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

 

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.

 

"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'Let me alone', but he only smiled, 'Not yet.'

 

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said,'Not yet.'

 

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head, 'Not yet.'

 

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better', I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'

 

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'

 

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and I couldn't believe it was me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'

 

'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you would have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any colour in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you'.

 

MORAL: "Allah" knows what He's doing for all of us. He is the potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will, which we can never escape.

[Iffah]

Maasha Allah! I loved that story...such a good reminder. Jizaka allah khairan StillFlying.

[LuCkY]

Jazakallah Khayr flying-still

Indeed it is a very good reminder...especially during those hard times when it seems as if though we can never overcome the obstacles placed upon us.

[MD]

Beautiful article thankz

[Khayr]

Salaamz,

This is a very beautiful story indeed.

Inshallah, I can relate it to in my daily life and how Allah's Planning is manifested in everything and in every aspect of our being.

You know, the other day I was reading sura Saffat and it disussed the conversations that the people of Jannah would be having and how we would say how each person's life was and why Allah (subhanahu watalla) had made their live that way.

Allahu Akbar!!!

[Blessed]

and we barely give Thanks.

 

thnx for that sweets

[Batuulo]

a/c wr wb . jazzaka allaah kheyr still-flying

maasha allaah it's sweet .. thnk you for sharing