In the city of Kuching, Sarawak,
On the Island of Borneo,
There runs a mighty river,
Beside the river there sits a mosque,
And in the compound of the mosque
There is a cemetery,
In the cemetery there is a grave,
And on the grave rests a headstone
Carved of wood and shaped into a point,
Around the headstone is wrapped
A turban of green.
In the city of Jakarta, Indonesia,
On the Island of Java
There is a small hotel,
And in the hotel there sits a man,
He is a sinner, a wandering fool,
A desperate soul clinging to goodness
Like a rat in a flood,
Around his finger is wrapped a ring of silver
And set upon the ring is
A stone of green.
I am a sinner. But you know... the good thing about being bad is that you tend to see all these saints and the saintly in our life - as a mark contradistinction from ourselves. A beautiful view... alhamdulillah! (praise be unto God!) Of course we do not condone 'badness' and we have no intention to be bad all the time or forever. So God has generously sprinkled around us bad ones, the Good Ones. No doubt as a lesson for us, an example to emulate... and a mercy to experience.
And the Good Ones are always with God the One. Goodness all around, permeating the air that we breath, the water that we drink, the hand that we kiss with affection. We seek their company always. Like the moth we are drawn to the light.
A happy optimistic note for a happy hopeful Monday! God bless you, sunshine.
|A Good One...|
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way