🔹 Old British lady ride the train from the countryside to the city and vice versa every day to another station. . .
As she rode the train, she sat in front of the train window, opening it from moment to moment, taking a bag out of her bag, and throwing things out of the bag. . . .
The scene is repeated every day. . . . . . ! One day one of them asked her, "What are you doing, old woman?"
I replied: "I am throwing the seeds of roses.". .
She mocked her words and said: (What seeds ???)
She said: Yes, the seeds of roses. . . . . Because I look out of the window and I see that the road is muddy, I have the ambition to travel and enjoy my eyes in the colors of flowers. . . . .
The man laughed at her and replied sarcastically: I do not think so how the flowers grow on the edge of the road.
I replied: I know that many of them will be wasted, but some will fall on the dirt,
And the day will come when you will bloom.. . . . .
The man said: But it needs water. . . .
"I am doing what I have to do," she said. . . . . . .
- The man got out of the train and he thought that the old man had become demented. The days passed and the man got on the train and while he was sitting and the train was walking, he pointed to the flowers that had grown on the edge of the road and changed the view and the multicolored colors so he went out of his place to inspect the old lady did not find her.. . . . .
Then the salesman asked her for the ticket, and the seller told him that the old woman had died months ago. . . . . .
The man sighs at the death of the old man. . . . . . He said to himself: (flowers grew ... but what benefits those flowers, the old lady has died and did not see).
At the same moment and in the seat in front of him. . . . The man heard a little girl talk to her father and give her a great flood of happiness: (See, my father, this beautiful scene.. . . See these flowers. . . . she is very beautiful)
The man understood the meaning of the work done by the old lady.
Although she did not live to enjoy the flowers, she was given a beautiful gift to others. . . .
The story ended here, but remained to say:
With the beginning of the new Hijri year, commit yourself to:
- Receive seeds and flowers everywhere.- It does not matter if you do not enjoy seeing the flowers. . . .
- Trust that others will enjoy it.
Be a reason for happiness. . . . . .
Be a publisher of love and peace.
- Do not turn to the oppressors nor the hardcore or the hateful
- Do not wait for thanks and gratitude
- Offer what you can from beautiful work. . . .
