This time too will pass

• I was traveling for an important work and on the way it was time for Asr prayer, so I stopped for prayer in a mosque.

• There was a rush in the bathroom. A gentleman told that there is a place for ablution in the basement of the mosque, go there. When I went to that side, it was the seminary of the mosque. Where the children lived, their belongings were kept and a place for ablution was also made for them. As there was still some time left in the prayer. So I performed ablution and sat near these little angelic clean madrassa children and started enjoying their innocent chatter.

• Right in front of me were their small trunks. I was shocked to see a sentence on one of the trunks of an old galvanized sheet. It was written on this trunk that,

• This time too will pass. 😟😰😭

• I stood up spontaneously, went to the trunk and started to touch the writing.
  This action of mine was spontaneous.
  And I don't know why there was a halo of sorrow, pain and anguish around me. I asked about this child, who is the child who owns this trunk? It was found that he had gone upstairs to pray in the mosque. The rest of the children were also going, I also came up with them.

• I was apparently standing in prayer, but even during the prayer, the sentence written on the trunk that "this time will pass" remained on my senses. After finishing the prayer, I came down again and met this child. I grabbed his finger and took him to the trunk. It was a beautiful eight-year-old child named Abdul Shakoor. I asked this little angel about the situation and started asking the meaning of this sentence.

• He began to act reluctantly. I started insisting where did you get that phrase and why did you choose that phrase for your trunk. He smiled.

• And he smiled in such a way that his eyes became moist. A line of tears appeared from his eyes and ran down his cheeks on the ranks of the mosque. He wanted to say something but was unable to say it.

• I consoled him, asked a child to bring water and sat next to him. After some time he recovered and told that I was three years old that my dear father became dear to Allah in an accident. Mother Ms. and sister are at home. My father wanted me to become a Hafiz. He had expressed this wish to Ami. When he died, Ami decided to fulfill his wish. There are no relatives. Just a small family. Mother and sister work in people's homes and I was admitted here. I have been studying here since one year. After a month, they come and take me home for two days. Meanwhile, they also visit Abu's grave and tell me that I am becoming a Hafiz as per his wish. I get worried when I see home, mother and sister, then mother says, "Shukure, this time will pass." I wrote the same sentence on it.

• At night, sometimes I don't sleep for a long time. I miss my father. I miss my mother and sister doing work. If I see something in the children that I cannot get despite my desire, then I stand in front of my trunk and read this saying of Ami ji with full attention.

• What did he say after that? And what did I hear? I can neither write nor tell this. All I can say is that such children all over the country are also our children. It is not known through what circumstances these innocents become our imams and leaders. Some ignorant people slander them. Do they know that they are protected by the angels of God's light, and they are placed under their feet. After all, there is a reason that Those who stretch their tongues are not worthy of the Messenger of Allah, but these innocent flowers become our imams on the Messenger of Allah. Therefore, do not speak against them, because spitting on the sun does not diminish its glory, nor does it lose its light by barking at the sun...

• And whenever you feel dizzy, ask about their condition.

• Keep the residents informed about their condition. These small mouthed guest angels of Allah deserve our attention. It is our duty to take care of them. It will be useful for our destiny. The rest of the time will also pass.