I enjoyed reading this story- suprisingly the message was conveyed to me yesterday by my big brother. We were having a family discussion, when he turned to my younger brother and said, that God is here to guide us, he is always here, but it is also up to us make the effort. To take the opportunities he gives us, and put it to good use. He is very right. I know of people, who are very brilliant, but are unmotivated, and they just expect all there problems to disappear, without making the proper efforts, and sadly so, many opportunities were wasted. I hope for them that things come right. However, i hope to always remember, that whatever i want in life, i must try my best to go for, and always believe that i guided by the Ultimate.

Thank you for being,
Yajna

The butterflies

In the past ages butterflies were not visualized by everybody but he could see it clearly most of the time. In the times which butterflies did not appear on he was able to feel the flapping of its colorful wings in his young heart and used to speak about it to all people around him all day but without great attention to his speech as none of them had the talent of seeing butterflies. At night used to dream of them flying highly up to the gigantic white moon which centers the black sky. To his great surprise, on that day in which the butterfly has approached shining in hundreds of colors and called him with his name. She said that she knows that he can see her because she realized that his eyes are following her everywhere. She said to him no one can see butterflies except those who has tender hearts, asked her, you’re really beautiful why don’t you appear to all people to see your beauty? At that time there hearts will be tender as a matter of fact. She impressed a kiss on his finger and asked do you remember the feeling of your heart when you first saw a butterfly? Flapped her wings two times then flied away with the same way butterflies love to.
Written by Ahmad Eddeeb
Translated (from arabic) by Sara Shams

The part of God is indeed to have planted the seed. A beautiful big semen, no?

One has to water and safeguard it, knowing that both God and Evil could devastatate it for one reason. But this is just an idea.

Where is the need to cry and pray once the harvest is ruined?