I ASKED ALLAH

I asked Allah why I wasn’t rich.
And He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings, who was lonely and had no one to share it with.

I asked Allah why I wasn’t handsome.
And He showed me a man more handsome than any other, who was ugly because of his vanity.

I asked Allah why he’d allowed me to become old.
And He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at a scene of a car accident.

I asked Allah why I didn’t have a bigger house.
And He showed me a family of six, who’d just got evicted from their tiny shack, and were forced, to live on the street.

I asked Allah why I had to work.
And He showed me a man who couldn’t find a job, because he had never learned to read.

I asked Allah why I wasn’t popular.
And he showed me a socialite with a thousand friends, who all left the minute the money and fun were no longer there.

I asked Allah why I wasn’t smarter.
And He showed me a natural born genius, who was serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.

I asked Allah why I have to sacrifice so much in life.
And He showed me His Qur’an and the sacrifices of his beloved Prophet (P.B.U.H.).

Then I understood what sacrifice really meant.