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Hope


Scene one--- Unknown years ago an ANGEL is descending from Heavens to grab some earth by the order of the ALLAH. He took it and flew back to Heavens. The creation of ADAM was done. Angels were assembled. Bow to him, ALLAH said to the angels. All of them went in to sajjadah except one from the jinns---the azazeel. What made u not to obey my order. I am better than him, he argued. YOU made him from earth and made me from fire. He was kicked out of the heavens by ALLAH. He was mad at Adam. Oh ALLAH! let me live till the day of judgment and I will prove it to you that Adam was not worthy of the status given to him. Permission granted. I have no hope and its b/c of Adam. Lets put the same thing in him too. Let?s make him hopeless. So lets the battle begin.

Scene changed-----Muzaffarabad------Janua ry 1980. A very cold and chilly nite. A man in his late 40?s. Zoom the camera-------he is standing in intensive care unit of C.M.H. His 6 yr old son is in critical condition. U must get these injections as soon as possible otherwise u might not able to see yr son alive, doctor is telling him. He is scared . He rushed to the hospital pharmacy. We are so sorry! We just ran out of these injections. U might try at the shop outside the C.M.H. Hahaha--- azazeel is laughing. HE is not going to help u man. u will lose yr son. No, just shut up. I will find the injections from the other shop, the man backfired. He is standing at the other shop now. His heart is sinking after finding out that they also don?t have these injections. This time the laugh is much louder. U loser. U pray HIM 5 times. Wasn?t HE supposed to help u. The man is losing all hopes. He is desperate. Time is running short . what should I do?. Go to pindi and get the injections----10 hours , doesnt?t have that much time. Call some one from pindi to get the injections--- 5 hours, I need then within half an hour. Call the prime minister. Arrange the army helicopter. Air lift yr son to pindi. Its too late right now. I have to wake prime minister up. There is a protocol to follow and by the time helicopter will be arranged, it will be too late. He is moving back and forth. His legs are trembling. Eyes are full of tears. Please ALLAH help me. He is calling HIM. Stop it. HE is not going to help u. azazeel shouted again.
May I help u, sir. A voice comes from the back. He is turning. A man is standing there. He has never seen that man before. Do I know u?. He asked. I think u need some help and it doesn?t matter whether u know me or not? He answered. I need these injections. He told him. Have u tried at the shop which is inside the city. But that shop usually closes much earlier than these two shops and it also doesn?t have much range of medicines than these ones. Why don?t we try there? The stranger replied with a strange smile on his face.
The scene changed again. Both the men?s are walking briskly towards the last shop. Its now 3:00a.m in the morning. Unexpectedly the shop was open. The desperate man couldn?t believe his eyes. He immediately gave him the prescription. U are very lucky. I just have few of these left. He couldn?t believe his ears. He turned back immediately to thank the stranger. The ??stranger?? was gone. There is no way any one can disappear so quickly, even a sprinter can?t disappear in 5 seconds. He ran towards the end of the street. The ??stranger ?? just wasn?t there like ??he?? never existed. This time there was no laugh. He looked towards the Heavens with tears of thanks in his eyes.

That old man was my father and little boy was my younger brother.

2nd scene. A man just woke up. He is getting ready to go the office. He is very excited . He has to do a presentation in the morning meeting. He is well prepared. He is driving towards his work place. He is reciting SUBHAANALLAHEY WA BE HAMDEHEE SUBHAANLLAHEY HIL AZEEM. Suddenly the scene is changed. The road is blocked. There is a tree on the road b/c of last nite storm. The cop is diverting all the traffic. The man is getting anxious. I never took this route b4. I will be late. Why don?t u stop reciting and concentrate on finding the shortest possible route to yr office. Azazeel shouted . don?t stop reciting . a voice came from deep down. He kept on reciting. Azazeel kept on discouraging. All of sudden he found the proper road. He is 45 minutes late. Let?s focus him. He is extremely anxious. He is sprinting on the stairs. But look at him. His lips are still moving. I think he is still reciting these words. He is running towards the meeting hall. The meeting hall is empty. There is no one there. He is kind of surprised. He knocked at the program coordinators door. Do we have a meeting today?. The boss is in Washington and we will meet on next Monday. This time there was no laugh and shouting.

The man was me.

I went thru a lot of ups and downs during the past 8 months. Tons of problems fell on me. One after the other. A lots of time I was over powered by him. A lots of times I was anxious and worried. I cried. I shouted at HIM. Give me a break. Stop it now. I can?t take it any more. But deep down in my hard drive, azazeel couldn?t break my last line of defense---- I never lost hope. Every time help came unexpectedly. Now after 8 months of this hardship when I look back I realized one thing. HE never puts burden on any one which that person cant take it. The things which I did during these 8 months I would have never done it b4. Now a days I often remind myself that :

AND BEHOLD WITH EVERY HARDSHIP COMES EASE
VERILY , WITH EVERY HARDSHIP COMES EASE (94:6-7).
 

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