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A King With Four Wives

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had 4 wives. 

He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best. 

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another. 

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times. 

The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. 

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. 
He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, "I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone." 

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you.
Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" 

"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. 

Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart. 

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" 

"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!" 

His heart sank and turned cold. 

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" 

"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." 

Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated. 

Then a voice called out: 
"I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, she suffered from malnutrition. 


Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!" 

In Truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives ... 

Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die. 

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others. 

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. 

And our 1st wife is our Soul, 
often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. 
However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.

Asalaam 3alaikom Warahmatoellahi ta3ala Wabarakatoehoe,

Armoede / Rijkdom

Op een dag nam een vader van een hele rijke familie zijn zoon mee op reis. Hij wilde zijn zoon laten zien hoe arm sommige mensen zijn zodat hij dankbaar zou zijn voor zijn rijkdom. 

Ze brachten een aantal dagen en nachten door op een boerderij van een hele arme familie. 

Toen ze terugkeerden van hun reis vroeg de vader aan zijn zoon: "Hoe was de reis?"; "Het was fantastisch, papa."; "Heb je gezien hoe arm de mensen kunnen zijn?" vroeg de vader. "Ja zeker" zei de zoon. "Wat heb je van deze reis geleerd?" vroeg de vader aan zijn zoon. 

De zoon antwoordde: "Ik zag dat wij maar ��n hond hebben maar zij hadden er vier. Wij hebben een zwembad dat zo lang is tot het midden van onze tuin en zij hebben een rivier dat helemaal geen eind heeft. Wij hebben speciale lantarens in onze tuin en zij hebben de sterren in de nacht. Ons terras reikt tot het begin van onze tuin maar zij hebben de hele horizon. Wij hebben kleine stukjes land om op te leven en zij hebben hele velden die verder gaan dan dat wij kunnen zien. Wij hebben bedienden die ons bedienen, maar zij dienen anderen. Wij kopen ons eten, maar zij verbouwen hun eigen eten. Wij hebben muren rond ons eigendom die ons beschermen, zij hebben vrienden die hun beschermen." 

Hierop was de vader sprakeloos. Hij wist niets meer te zeggen. Zijn zoon zei toen: "Bedankt papa dat je mij hebt laten zien hoe arm we zijn."

Jullie Zuster Fi Dien!!

Time is ticking very fast
Time is ticking very fast, I don’t care, 
I know I’m gonna last, 
My granddad first, my parents next, 
I’ll be the last, you wanna bet? 

There’s plenty of time for me to pray, 
I'll do my sins, then wash them away. 
Going to the mosque, now that’s a joke, 
within that time, I could have a good smoke! 
Huffing and puffing my ciggie away, 
Religion is last on the agenda today. 

A pain in my chest occurred one night, 
I was so severe, it gave me a fright. 
I’ll go to the doctor in the morning I said, 
But then I didn’t get out of my bed! 

‘Who is your Lord?’ a voice boomed down, 
said a dark black face with a very big frown. 
I stuttered and stumbled, 
and managed to say: ‘Allaah is my Lord, 
is that okay?’ ‘Who is your prophet?’ 
He began to ask I didn’t know the answer so I wanted to pass, 
if only I went to my Islamic class. 

The dark black figure then went away, 
but in the distance I could hear it say: 
’Now, that’s a muslim, a muslim by name, 
not one thing in his favor for him to gain. 
The bounties of paradise that Allaah has promised, 
to all the muslims who have been honest! 

I wanted to scream and shout and say; 
‘O Allaah, forgive me, for I didn’t pray!’ 
But now it’s too late, my time is up, 
you may think I’m being abrupt. 

But people out here, please hear what I say: 
’Remember your Lord, pray 5 times a day.’ 
It’s bonus for you, if you take this advise, 
for then you won’t suffer in the afterlife!