I knelt to pray but not for long
I had too much to do
I had to hurry and get to work
for bills would soon be due
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer
and jumped up off my knees
No time to give to souls in need
my soul could rest at ease
All day long I had no time to spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of God to friends
They would laugh at me I had fear
No time, no time, too much to do
That was my constant cry
My duty was now done
But at last the time, the time to die
I went before the Lord
I came I stood with downcast eyes
For in his hands God held a book
It was the book of life
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find”
I once was going to write it down
but never found the time"
There are moments in life when you miss someone(s) so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real !
Michelle, my very dear nice little grand-daughter, we miss you so much ! ! !
Millions of kisses and hugs from your Dada and Dadi ! ! !
I missed my post of January 21.
I had been on the bed with some bad viral infection from January 18 to 24, high fever, cold and severe cough.
Not yet fully recovered yet but not in bad shape either.
And they call some of these people “retarded”…
Some years back, at the Seattle Special Olympics, 9 contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win.
One little boy stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over and began to cry. The other 8 heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back, every one of them.
One girl with Down’s Syndrome bent down, kissed him and said: “This will make it better.” Then all 9 linked arms and walked together to the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. Because what matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. It is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.
Chaudhry Muhammad Asum, father of my elder daughter-in-law, passed away around 5:30 pm on January 11, 2006 at his home in Wah Cantt, Pakistan. May his soul rest in peace.
He was a self-made man who always did all his work. The day of his death, being Eid ul Adhha, he slaughtered, skinned two goats himself. After preparing meat of one, he had just started chopping meat of the second goat when he had heart attack and breathed his last within few minutes.
He was a kind father and grandfather. He is survived by his wife, a daughter, two sons and four grandchildren. He was born in Gurdaspur, India and migrated to Pakistan in 1947 at the age of 11 years with his one elder brother, one younger sister and two maternal uncles after having lost (killed by Hindu & Sikh militants) all his paternal and maternal relations including his parents and leaving all their property in India.
As luck would have it, the two uncles also died by the time Chaudhry Muhammad Asum passed F. Sc. (first 12 years of education). So, he was forced to seek employment at a very low level. He joined Shipyard at Karachi as an apprentice foundry man. With his self-study and hard work he came to be know as an expert in the knowledge of foundry practice. Several Renowned Industrialists of Pakistan engaged him as consultant for setting up large-size foundries.
Chaudhry Muhammad Asum was a peace loving person who enjoyed seeing others happy much more than getting something for himself. He drew his satisfaction from serving others and never demanded anything. During my over 13 years’ close acquaintance with him, In spite of my efforts, I was never able to know what he wished. He always said to me, “What you will do is my wish.”
May his soul rest in abundant peace in heavens and may God grant enough strength to His wife, sister, daughter (Ambrin Zakaria) and two sons (who are younger to Ambrin)