"I am not asking for the world," Pooh said to the Lord.
"I am only looking for sweetness..."
To which God replied to the little bear, "Do not blame the honey
If you cannot taste its sweetness, Pooh."
I like Pooh Bear. And I like honey. In fact I have with me three types of honey. One from the Hadramaut desert of Yemen, one collected from the virgin rainforest of Malaysia, and the last one is from a cultivated honey farm in the southern state of Johor.
Three Honeys. The most raw and slightly bitter tasting honey is from the rainforest, which is no surprise considering the different types of fauna and flowers that the bees take nectar from to make the honey. A close second is the honey of bees of the honey farm. But my favourite, the most smooth and mellow of all is the Hadramaut honey, rich and yet silky in its texture.
"The wise man...", says an old friend of mine, "...is the man who can taste the sweetness and richness of this world, but does not confine his understanding (and pleasure) in the mere physical sense. For he sees each sweet honey and fruit bringing him closer to the sweetness of the Divine Presence of God Almighty."
So may this Sabbath find you in the sweetness of life, dear Pooh... and in yourself, bringing sweetness into other people's.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way