Ayahs of the Day:
When the sky splits and when the stars are scattered and when the oceans are drained and when the tombs are upset, each soul will know what it produced and what it left undone. [82: 1 to 5]
Hadith of the Day:
The best a man can do is love for God's sake and hate for God's sake. [Abu Dawud]
Wise Quote of the Day:
If you wish to shine like the daylight, burn up the night of self-importance. Dissolve the self like copper in the elixir; dissolve in Him who fosters all existence. But you are bound by the discord of "I" and "We." The cause of your ruin in this sad dualism. [Mawlana Rumi]
Guidance of the Day:
Don't wait for bad news to appreciate your life. Eventually, many of us will receive a much-dreaded terminal diagnosis. And besides the shock that we will undoubtedly experience, one other thing is certain to occur: Our ordinary life will be experienced with heightened appreciation. The things we sometimes take for granted -- laughter, beauty, friendships, nature, family and loved ones, our home -- will all seem more important and special than ever before. Each day will be experienced as a gift and as a cherished miracle.
What's more, all the "small stuff" that tends to bother us so much won't seem at all important or worthy of so much attention. The little aggravations that we tend to focus on will fade in significance. Our attention will be on the tremendous gift of life. Because we know, with relative certainty, that this will be our reaction to bad news, as it has been for so many before us, what possible value could there be in waiting to appreciate your life? Instead of postponing your experience of gratitude until you are forced to do so by some form of bad news, why not instead begin to treasure your life right now? Life itself is a miracle, and we are truly blessed to be here. [Carlson, Don't Sweat the Small Stuff -- with your family]
Food for Thought:
Minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars and each moment is a day. Let him know who would enjoy a good future, waste none of his present. Men talk of killing time, while time is quietly killing them. Much can be done with those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.