I WILL NEVER COMPLAIN HEREAFTER...

This is a beautiful story about how we must grateful for what we have . We always waste and complaining, not just about food, clothes ,ect. without realizing that someone else will gratefull about it.

Please, take your time and read this beautiful story..:))

 

I WILL NEVER COMPLAIN HEREAFTER...

 

 

''Oh Umme! What is this? Always Dhal! I really hate this curry now! Why can't you prepare some other curries than this?'', Salma almost yelled at her Mum, Fathima. Fathima was struggling to answer. ''Why can't she understand what I am telling?'', her already ached heart whispered. ''I make other curries too, don't I dear? But I often prepare this as it contains lots of nutrients that are needed for a growing youth like you. Why don't you stop complaining and thank Allah for giving you provisions that are more than enough for you to have?'', Fathima told her daughter in a breath and left the place without waiting for another word.

Salma stared at the Kitchen's doorway, seeing her Mother leaving. ''I won't eat today'', she swore to herself and stood on her feet from the mat to leave. Suddenly she heard the bang of the bell yelling continously. ''Who the damn is that?'', she shouted which doubled the volumes of anger in her mind. She paced hastily towards the front door and was struck into seeing a middle aged lady with an almost five year old child. ''Huh!'' she hissed and went to the hall in search of money. There was a ten rupee note left on the hall table and she picked it up and returned back to the front door. While she was handing over the note to the lady, her little skinny girl moved a step forward and voiced, ''Can we have sometìng to eat? We didn't have anything except water since three days.''

Hearing the little girl's words, Salma's eyes began to fill with tears. Her rigid heart thawed and she ran to the Kitchen to get the contents in the plate which she left untouched. It didn't take much time for her to pack it with a lunch sheet and to wrap it up with a paper. She rushed to the front door snatching the neatly packed parcel and handed it over to them. The little girl grinned at her and her mother thanked her with a beautiful smile. ''Insha Allah, I will never complain hereafter'', Salma vowed herself and ran in search of her mother to apologise for hurting her and disparaging about the blessings which she is been endowed with.

~Zahra Hassan~