I AM SORRY

Bismillahe Al-Ra7man Al-ra7eem

 

 

 

Assalamou 3leykom

 

kifakom ya al-naas??

 

insha'Allah b5eir

 

anyway this is an email i had read and the story touched my heart i absolutly adored it and had to share with y'all

 

jazakallah 5eir :)

 

read along and insha'Allah u enjoy as i did.

 

lets keep it sweet and simple.

 

the most adorable joys of life

 

love n life

 

lovin' life

 

:) :P

 

 

 

 

Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what ? You didn't do anything

wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt

because of me. Whenever I made a mistake,

you're always there to erase it. But as you

make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part

of yourself. You get smaller and smaller

each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind.

You see, I was made to do this. I was made

to help you whenever you do something

wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be

gone and you'll replace me with a new one,

I'm actually happy with my job. So please,

stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

 

I found this conversation between the

pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their

children are the pencil. They're always

there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they

get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children

will eventually find someone new (spouse),

but parents are still happy with what they

do for their children, and will always hate

seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

 

All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains

me to see the eraser that is my parents

getting smaller and smaller each day.

For I know that one day, all that I'm

left with would be eraser shavings

and memories of what I used to

have.

 

 

jazakallah 5eiran

 

Yalla

 

Ma3assalama

 

~1~

 

May Beace be upon y'all