A father saw his 11-year-old son crying profusely. The father patted his head and asked him-
"What's the matter, son?"
"My rich classmates make fun of me. They call me the gardener's son. They say that my father lives off the money he earns by watering plants and growing flowers for people."
The father paused for a moment, then said-
"Come with me, father, let's plant some flowers. Maybe this will relieve your sadness. It will make you happy."
He took the boy's hand and led him into the garden, then took out two flower seedlings and said-
"Come, let's do an experiment. We will plant two flower seedlings separately. I will take care of one, and you take care of the other. I will water them a little with clean water from the lake but you water the seedlings with dirty water from the pond. We will see the results in the coming weeks"
The boy was also happy to join his father in planting flower seedlings. They took care of them and watched them grow. But the boy worked very sincerely.
Later, the father brought his son to the garden and said.
"Look at the two flowers and tell me your observations."
"My flowers look better and healthier than yours. Even though you use clean water, your flower seedlings have not grown as much or the flowers are not beautiful. How is this possible?"
"The reason is that dirty water does not stop the growth of a tree, but rather it acts as organic fertilizer to help it grow. Look dad, there are some people who bring you down in life, make fun of your dreams, and throw dirt on you.
Always remember that being born in a poor family is not a crime. Rather, if you get the resources and facilities, even a successful boy or girl can come from a poor family.
So, do not pay any attention to the harsh, cruel words of people at all, but do your own work at your own pace. And if you do that, thousands of negative words and harsh, cruel words like dirt will not be able to stop your growth, but you will become big and strong like a tree.
If you give time time, time itself will give you the opportunity to do something extraordinary. No force in the world can stop the movement of time. Time never knows how to stop, it always moves at its own pace. Time never gets tired, so it does not need to rest. That is why deep-thinking, research-oriented, punctual people are the only ones in the world It is memorable.
There will surely come a day when you wake up and don’t want to move. When the weight on your chest is felt even stronger than the dawn alarm.
When your heart feels empty, when your prayers feel heavy,
When you scroll for hours but don’t feel like opening the pages of the Quran—
On those days, I have to remember Gaza.
I have no right to say “I am too tired,”
When a mother in Gaza has not been able to sleep, rest, or spend a night without the sound of drones or bombs.
Yet she raises her hand and whispers, “O Allah, do not let my faith be broken.”
I have no excuse to say “I am too busy,”
When a child memorizes the Quran by candlelight, in a tent,
With lungs full of dust, but with the light of hope in her voice.
When I want to leave the prayer in laziness, I will remember the boy
who was praying Maghrib while the house was burning behind him.
When I delay the prayer, I will remember the girl
who was lying in the rubble, whispering “La ilaha illallah” while covered in blood.
When I say “I don’t feel like it,” I will remember the mother
who recited verses from the Quran over her child’s body
and bid him farewell with the words of Allah in Paradise.
How can I stand before Allah with all my blessings—
security, health, family, a full stomach—
and yet I delay, scroll, and get annoyed by the mention of worship?
What will I answer on the Day of Judgment?
When He shows me Gaza—and then myself?
“They were losing everything… yet they did not forget me. They were patient, steadfast.
And you? You had everything. Yet… you forgot me?”
O Allah… don’t let me forget.
May their sacrifice change something in me.
May their tears purify my tears.
May their suffering awaken me.
May their steadfast piety, their impossible patience
Be the mirror of my soul.
On the day I don’t want to do anything,
On the day I feel like giving up and lying down—
On that day, remind me of Gaza.
Remind me that faith is not just a “feeling.”
Standing up even when it is difficult is called faith.
Praying even when it is difficult is called faith.
Opening the Quran even when you don’t want to is called faith.
Saying “Alhamdulillah” even when life is heavy is called faith.
Gaza is teaching me what it means to be a true believer.
What it means to be a strong Muslim.
Even when walking through fire, it means to uphold your religion, faith, and principles with your life.
So I will keep the spirit of Gaza within me.
In the silence of my house, in the rush of the busy day,
in my laziness, in my excuses, in my suffering—
I will remember those who chose Paradise despite losing everything.
And I will say to my soul,
“When there are examples of such soldiers in this world,
So get up, wake up. You have no excuse.
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