A Smile

The Value of a Smile at Christmas

It costs nothing but creates much.

It enriches those who receive it, without impoverishing those who give.

It happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None are so rich they can get along without it,
and none so poor but are richer for it's benefits.

It creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business and is the countersign of friends.

It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and Natures best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody until it is given away.

And if in the last minute rush of  life, some salespeople should be too tired to give you a smile, why not leave one of yours?

For nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none left to give.

Poor Richard's Almanac 1746

Poor Richard’s Almanac 1745

Published by one

Benjamin Franklin

Founding father of the United States of America!

·        Beware of little expenses, a small Leak will sink a great Ship.

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     Wars bring scars.

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     A light purse is a heavy Curse.

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     As often as we do good, we sacrifice.

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     Help, Hands;

     For I have no Lands.

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     It's common for Men to give 6 pretended Reasons instead of one real one.

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     Vanity backbites more than Malice.

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     He's a Fool that cannot conceal his Wisdom.

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    Great spenders are bad lenders.

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     All blood is alike ancient.

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     You may talk too much on the best of subjects.

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    A Man without ceremony has need of great merit in its place.

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           No gains without pains.

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            Had I revenged wrong, I had not worn my skirts so long.

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         Graft good Fruit all, or graft not at all.

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         Idleness is the greatest Prodigality.

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        He who buys had need have 100 Eyes,

    but one's enough for him that sells the Stuff.

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        There are no fools so troublesome as those that have wit.

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    Many complain of their Memory, few of their Judgment.

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         One Man may be more cunning than another, but not more cunning than every body else.

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    To God we owe fear and love; to our neighbours justice and charity; to our selves prudence and sobriety.

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        Fools make feasts and wise men eat them.

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   Light-heel'd mothers make leaden-heel'd daughters.

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        The good or ill hap of a good or ill life,

    is the good or ill choice of a good or ill wife.

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     Tis easier to prevent bad habits than to break them.

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     Every Man has Assurance enough to boast of his honesty, 

     few of their Understanding.

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          Interest which blinds some People enlightens others.

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          An ounce of wit that is bought,Is worth a pound that is taught.

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    He that resolves to mend hereafter, resolves not to mend now.

Father forgets

Father Forgets
W.Livingston Larned

I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumbled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your dump forehead.
I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me.
Guiltily, I came to your bedside. There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel, I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called you angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor, at breakfast I found fault, too.
You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Good-bye Daddy!" and I frowned, and I said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!".

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stocking Were Expensive -and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Image that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, inpatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and through you arms around my neck and kissed, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone pattering up the stairs.
Well, Son, it was shortly afterwords that my paper slept from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this way my reward for being a boy.
It wasn't that I didn't love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn it self over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good-night.

Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your beside in the darkness, and I have knelt there ashamed!
It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bight my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!" am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Buying time

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make R100 an hour."
SON: "Oh! (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow R50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"

SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.

"Daddy, I have R100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.

Blessed am I

Blessed am I to be Alive 

Blessed am I to be Muslim

Blessed am I to have been brought up by such great parents 

Blessed am I to be loved as I do by a caring wife

Blessed am I to be healthy 

Blessed am I to have survived a grave illness 

Blessed am I to have learned about live in the fast and slow lanes 

Blessed am I to have found a new way of living less selfishly 

Blessed am I to have a understanding support structure 

Blessed am I to have been born with an advantage 

Blessed am I to be wanted By Allah to help people 

Blessed am I to have a my prayers answered all the time

Blessed am I to have the gift of sight and sound 

Blessed am I to have my limbs in tact 

Blessed am I for everything in fact...

The life I chose: First Accused

The life I chose: First Accused: My Lord, today I am the first and only accused, Proving my love to my mother, will be an objective I wish to live for and achieve, but if ne...

First Accused

My Lord, today I am the first and only accused, Proving my love to my mother, will be an objective I wish to live for and achieve, but if need be, it is an ideal for which I am willing to die...

I have been a disappointment in many ways and there are many days that I weep at the sever pain I have caused her over the lifetime that I have known her. 

I admit my role and I wish that you would help me to begin to understand a way I can erase all my bad and once again get that approval from her, I am a weak slave of yours and you know that I have never done any of these things with an intention to hurt her, I live for her. 

I have neglected alot of my responsibilities, but surely that in itself being a human trait that alot of men have fallen prey too, I pray that you will guide me and I will once again have life in my soul. 

I am a hated man, but all I tried to share, was the tenderest of care, but look what I have put her through!!!
I am confronted daily, by her keepers, who tell how bad of a person I am, and how much I put her through. 

I was even told that I am a disappointment to my late father's legacy because of the clothing I do not wear??? 

I ask for your Mercy, I ask you to rectify my mistakes, I am nothing but what you allow me to be. 



Sarfaraaz Mukuddem