"EVERYONE U MEET IS FIGHTING A HARD BATTLE"

A gossip between a Solider and Software Enggr in Shatabdi Train 

Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!

He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.

'Are you from the software industry sir,' the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.

'You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized.'

'Thanks,' smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.

'You people always amaze me,' the man continued, 'You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside.'

Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naiveness demanded reasoning not anger. 'It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it.'

For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. 'It is complex, very complex.'

'It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid,' came the reply.

This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. '



Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing.'



He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.

'Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country.



Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?'



The man was awestuck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.



'You design and code such things.'

'I used to,' Vivek paused for effect, 'but now I am the Project Manager.'

'Oh!' sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,



'so your life is easy now.'

This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, 'Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.



Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.



To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday..'

Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.



'My friend,' he concluded triumphantly, 'you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire'.



The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.

'I know sir,..... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......'

He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.



'There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.



The enemy was firing from the top.



There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.



In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive.'



'You are a...?'



'I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.



But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.



On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.



It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.



He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time.'

'He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me . I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire.'

Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.



It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.



The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.

'It was nice meeting you sir.'

Vivek fumbled with the handshake.



This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.

It was the least he felt he could do for the country.

PS: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, the nation's highest military award.

Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!
BE POLITE… EVERYONE U MEET IS FIGHTING A HARD BATTLE

"J I H A D"
 Its True Meaning & Purpose 
Jihad is never a tool of waging war against the innocents; it's never a means of flexing muscles or bullying the weak and oppressed. Jihad in Islam is something unique, established to defend the divine message from being eliminated or hindered by its enemies.
Shedding more light on the true concept of Jihad, here is the statement made by Dr. Muzammil H. Siddiqi, president of the Fiqh Council ofNorth America, states:

Allah says, (And strive in His cause as ye ought to strive (with sincerity and under discipline). He has chosen you, and has imposed no difficulties on you in religion; it is the religion of your father Abraham. It is He (Allah) Who has named you Muslims, both before and in this (Revelation); that the Messenger may be a witness for you, and you be witnesses for mankind! So establish regular Prayer, give regular Charity, and hold fast to Allah! He is your Protector, the best to protect and the Best to help!) (Al-Hajj 22: 78)

Jihad is one of the most misunderstood, and abused aspects of Islam. There are some Muslims who exploit and misuse this concept for their own political objectives. There are many non-Muslims who misunderstand it. There are some non-Muslims who misinterpret it to discredit Islam and Muslims.

What is Jihad?

The word Jihad does not mean "Holy War".
It means "struggle" or "striving".
The word for war in the Qur'an is "Harb" or "Qital".

Jihad means serious and sincere struggle on the personal as well as on the social level.

It is a struggle to do good and to remove injustice, oppression and evil from the society. This struggle should be spiritual as well as social, economic and political.

Jihad is to work hard to do right things. In the Qur'an this word is used in its different forms 33 times. It often comes with other Qur'anic concepts such as faith, repentance, righteous deeds and migration.

Jihad is to protect one's faith and one's human rights.

Jihad is not a war always although it can take the form of war.

Islam is the religion of peace, but it does not mean that Islam accepts oppression. Islam teaches that one should do one's utmost to eliminate tension and conflict. Islam promotes non-violent means to bring change and reform.

Actually, Islam urges that one should eliminate evil through peaceful means without the use of force as much as possible. In Islamic history from the time of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) until now, Muslims most of the time resisted oppression and struggled for liberation in non-violent and peaceful manners.

Islam teaches proper ethics in the situation of war also. The war is permissible in Islam, but only when other peaceful means such as dialogue, negotiations and treaties fail. It is a last resort and should be avoided as much as possible. Its purpose is not to convert people by force, or to colonize people or to acquire land or wealth or for self-glory.

Its purpose is basically: defense of life, property, land, honor and freedom for oneself as well as defense of others from injustice and oppression.

The basic rules of war in Islam are:

1. Be strong so that your enemy fear you and should not attack you.
2. Do not begin the hostilities. Work for peace as much as possible.
3. Fight only those who fight, no collective punishment; non-combatants should not be harmed. Weapons of mass destruction should not be used.
4. Stop hostilities as soon as the other party is inclined to peace.
5. Observe the treaties and agreements as long as the enemy observes them.

Allah says very clearly: (Fight in the cause of Allah those who fight you, but do not do aggression, for Allah loves not the aggressors.) (Al-Baqarah 2: 190)

(The prohibited month, for the prohibited month, and so for all things prohibited, there is the law of equality. If then any one transgresses the prohibition against you, transgress ye likewise against him. But fear Allah, and know that Allah is with those who restrain themselves.) (Al-Baqarah 2: 194)

Jihad is not terrorism:

It is to be emphasized that terrorism against the innocent civilians, whether through aggression or suicidal means, is under no circumstances permissible in Islam. Islam encourages the oppressed people to struggle for their liberation and it commands other Muslims to help those who are oppressed and suffering, but Islam does not allow, under any circumstance, terrorism against non-combatants and innocent people.

Terrorism is not Jihad, it is Fasad (mischief).

It is against the teachings of Islam. There are some people who use their twisted arguments to justify terrorism for their causes, but it has no justification:
Allah says: (When it is said to them: 'Make not mischief on the earth,' they say: 'Why, we only want to correct things.' Indeed they are the mischief doers, but they realize (it) not.) (Al-Baqarah 2: 11-12)

Islam wants to establish a world order where all human beings - Muslims and non-Muslims - can live with justice in peace, harmony and good will. It gives its followers full guidelines to find peace in their personal and social lives, but it also tells them how to extend the good will on the basis of human relations towards others. Muslims worked under these principles for centuries. People of many faiths lived with them and among them. Islamic societies were known for their tolerance, generosity and humanity.

In our modern society where we are living in a global village, where non-Muslims are living with Muslims in the Muslim countries and Muslims are living with non-Muslims in countries where non-Muslims constitute a majority, it is our duty to bring better understanding among ourselves, work for peace and justice for all people and cooperate with each other in matters of goodness and virtue in order to stop all terrorism, aggression and violence against the innocent people. This is our Jihad today.

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"The Begger's Rags"

A beggar lived near the king's palace. One day he saw a proclamation posted outside the palace gate. The king was giving a great dinner. Anyone dressed in royal garments was invited to the party.

The beggar went on his way. He looked at the rags he was wearing and sighed. Surely only kings and their families wore royal robes, he thought. Slowly an idea crept into his mind. The audacity of it made him tremble. Would he dare?

He made his way back to the palace. He approached the guard at the gate. "Please, sir, I would like to speak to the king."

"Wait here," the guard replied. In a few minutes, he was back. "His majesty will see you," he said, and led the beggar in.

"You wish to see me?" asked the king.

"Yes, your majesty. I want so much to attend the banquet, but I have no royal robes to wear. Please, sir, if I may be so bold, may I have one of your old garments so that I, too, may come to the banquet?"

The beggar shook so hard that he could not see the faint smile that was on the king's face. "You have been wise in coming to me," the king said. He called to his son, the young prince. "Take this man to your room and array him in some of your clothes."

The prince did as he was told and soon the beggar was standing before a mirror, clothed in garments that he had never dared hope for.

"You are now eligible to attend the king's banquet tomorrow night," said the prince. "But even more important, you will never need any other clothes. These garments will last forever."

The beggar dropped to his knees. "Oh, thank you," he cried. But as he started to leave, he looked back at his pile of dirty rags on the floor. He hesitated. What if the prince was wrong? What if he would need his old clothes again. Quickly he gathered them up.

The banquet was far greater than he had ever imagined, but he could not enjoy himself as he should. He had made a small bundle of his old rags and it kept falling off his lap. The food was passed quickly and the beggar missed some of the greatest delicacies.

Time proved that the prince was right. The clothes lasted forever. Still the poor beggar grew fonder and fonder of his old rags. As time passed people seemed to forget the royal robes he was wearing. They saw only the little bundle of filthy rags that he clung to wherever he went. They even spoke of him as the old man with the rags. One day as he lay dying, the king visited him.
The beggar saw the sad look on the king's face when he looked at the small bundle of rags by the bed. Suddenly the beggar remembered the prince's words and he realized that his bundle of rags had cost him a lifetime of true royalty. He wept bitterly at his folly. And the king wept with him.

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When we put our faith in God, we must let go of the sin in our life, and our old ways of living.

"CONVERSATION BETWEEN ATHEIST & BELIEVER"

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY.
He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .

Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : So you Believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD Good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.
But GOD didn't.
How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

( Student is silent )
Professor : You can't answer, can you ?
Let's start again, Young Fella.
Is GOD Good?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Is Satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor : Where does Satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor : That's right.
Tell me son, is there evil in this World?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ?
And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor : So who created evil ?

(Student does not answer)

Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?
All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?
Student : Yes, sir..
Professor : So, who Created them ?
( Student has no answer )
Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.
Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD?
Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.
What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.
Professor : Yes, Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
Professor : Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?
Professor : Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't.

( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )

Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,
a Little Heat or No Heat.
But we don't have anything called Cold.
We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.
There is no such thing as Cold.
Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.
We cannot Measure Cold.
Heat is Energy.
Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.

( There is Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )
Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?
Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir.
Darkness is the Absence of Something…
You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .
But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it?
In reality, Darkness isn't.
If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?
Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.
You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.
You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.
Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.
It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that
Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.
Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it.
Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?
Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?

( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )

Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and
Cannot even prove that this Process is an On - Going Endeavor,
Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?
Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?

( The Class is in Uproar )

Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?

( The Class breaks out into Laughter )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .
No one appears to have done so.
So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that
You have No Brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?

(The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable)

Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.
Student : That is it sir . . .
The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.
That is all that Keeps Things Moving & Alive.

"H Y D E R A B A D"

HYDERABAD was born out of love -- a young prince Muhammad Quli Qutub Shah built the city so that it would be easier to reach his beloved Bhagmati, who lived across the Musi river in a village called Chichlam.
The lovelorn prince once crossed the flooded Musi river to meet the object of his affection, prompting his father to build a bridge across the river called Purana Pul. The couple were married after Bhagmati accepted Islam, taking on the name Hyder Mahal, after whom the city was named. Falaknuma Palace
SIR Viqar-al-Umara was prime minister of Hyderabad under Nizam Mahbub Ali Pasha. His fascination with architecture led him to build his dream house in 1884, which was completed nine years later and left him completely bankrupt. Falaknuma palace is the last word in opulence: It stands on a hill 200 feet high over an area of 300 acres, and resembles the shape of a scorpion with two stingers. Guests to the palace have included King George V of England and Queen Mary, who was surprised to see that jets in the bathroom sprayed costly perfumes and the wash basins were made of crystal! Sir Viqar barely stayed in his dream house for five years, when the Nizam expressed his admiration for the palace and chivalry dictated that Sir Viqar give it up to the Nizam. He was adequately compensated for it, and the Nizam lived there until his death in 1911.

The Mekka Masjid
THIS is the seventh largest mosque in the world. Muhammad Quli Qutub Shah began construction in 1614 CE, with bricks specially imported from Makkah, which make up the central arch. The Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb completed the mosque seventy seven years later.

King Kothi
THIS grand palace was owned by a noble called Kamal Khan, who in a display of flamboyance had his initials KK imprinted all over the furniture, iron grilles and even the crockery of the palace. Nizam Mahbub Ali Pasha had a penchant for ostentatious houses and wanted to buy the place, but was deterred by the owner’s initials engraved all over the place. The matter was resolved when a courtier suggested that the KK could also be interpreted as King Kothi (in Urdu, kothi means a house), which would solve the ruler’s dilemma. The palace was subsequently acquired and renamed King Kothi, by which it is known today.

THE Nizams of Hyderabad were known for their extravagant lifestyle. One of them, Mir Mahbub Ali Khan had a 240-feet long wardrobe built, with 133 built-in cupboards to accommodate his large collection of clothes, shoes, hats and accessories. Ironically, his son Mir Osman Ali was the epitome of austerity. Inspite of being the richest man of his time, with a fortune amounting to over 500 million pounds in gold and jewels alone, he wore a scruffy old fez cap for thirty years, and locally-bought slippers that cost only a few rupees!

GOLCONDA, a part of Hyderabad, was a virtual El Dorado and the diamond capital of the world. It had a diamond mine spread over 50,000 square kilometers, while the actual mining was done in Kollur, from where the famous Koh-i-noor diamond was excavated.
The fabulous 240 karat gem belonged to Mir Jumla, the wealthy prime minister of Golconda, who presented it to the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan.It exchanged hands several times, and now resides in the Tower of London, as part of the British Crown jewels.

Charminar: The Monument with Four Minarets
It was built in 1590-91 by Muhammad Quli Qutub Shah. Many believe that it was built to celebrate the end of an epidemic that killed thousands in the city, after which the ruler prayed to Allah to put an end to the misery of his people. After some days, the epidemic ebbed and the monument was built to mark the site where the ruler had prayed for, and received Divine mercy.
The Charminar is a perfect square, with each side measuring 20 meters. There are four arched openings on each side which are 11 meters wide and 20 meters high. The Minars have four stories and rise 54 meters above street level. Steep stone stairs reach to the monument’s upper floors, which offer a panoramic view of the city.
The first floor has a madrasa for children, and the second floor has a mosque with 45 prayer areas and a large open space to accommodate the Friday-prayer congregation. It is said that large quantities of egg white was used to give the Charminar’s walls a smooth texture!

"The Silversmith Story"
One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver


and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.


That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.



As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.




The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.




The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.



The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"




He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it"



If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you. 




 


This very moment, someone needs to know that God is watching over them.




And, whatever they're going through, they'll be a better person in the end.



"Life is a coin. You can spend it anyway you wish, but you can only spend it once."

(1) "Convicted serial rapist Mowers gets heavy sentence"
"Mowers from Cape Town, South Africa, received a sentence of 211 years and six months as well a life sentence for rape"
Convicted serial rapist, Johannes Mowers, showed no emotion as Judge Hennie Erasmus read out his sentence of 211 years and six months as well a life sentence for rape, abduction, house- breaking and theft.

Mowers committed these crimes over several years in Hemel en Aarde community in Hermanus in the Overberg area and even held two underage girls hostage in a hole for 15 months. He was found guilty of seven rapes but 12 of the 41 charges were withdrawn.

Judge Erasmus validated the plea agreement reached between Mowers and the state with only one change - to have Mowers declared unfit to own a firearm. Erasmus added that he is of the opinion that the sentencing is fair towards the community and the victims' expectations. He says it is also fair towards the accused because he pleaded guilty to the crimes. 

(2) Rapist father held in Kerala, India

THIRUVANANTHAPURAM: A man accused of cold-bloodedly murdering his wife and four children over a period of two weeks has been arrested. He has admitted that he had raped his 12-year-old daughter before strangling her to death, police in Kerala said yesterday.
“He suspected that the youngest child that the couple had when they were working in Andhra Pradesh three years ago was not his and he wanted to take revenge on his wife,” Superintendent of Police Vijay Sakhare told reporters in Palakkad.
“The killings were meticulously planned and executed. He wanted to marry his lover and live happily after wiping out the entire family. But the lover’s refusal to go with him after the gruesome murders spoiled his plans”.
According to the police, Rejikumar, 40, a rubber-tapping laborer at Pattambi since 2007, strangled his wife Lizzie on the night of July 8 after an altercation about his extramarital affair and dumped her in the septic tank of his house.
Two days later, he killed the two children staying with them, Amal (9) and Amanya (3), who were made to believe that their mother had gone to her native place in Kottayam.
He then put their bodies in gunny bags and hid them in a bush in the backyard of his rented house.
“He kept on working for more than a week as if nothing had happened and told his employer that his wife had gone to her native place. He was cool during these days and there was no reason to suspect anything,” the superintendent said.
On July 22, he went to the school attached to an orphanage in Kottayam where his other children, Amalu (12) and Amalya (8) were studying and fetched them saying that their mother had died and he wanted to take them to her funeral.
He then took them to his house in Pattambi some 200 km away where they also met the fate of other members of the family. Autopsy found that the elder child was raped five times before being strangled.
Rejikumar, a Hindu by birth met his Christian wife, a nursing student residing near his house in Pala, while he was studying for his bachelor’s degree in organic chemistry. Both families objected to their marriage. So they had to quit their studies and take up menial jobs to live. He converted to Christianity to please Lizzie’s family.
In 2002, the couple moved to Andhra Pradesh and worked there as teachers. Lizzie allegedly had an affair with another man and the third child was born out of that illicit relationship, Rejikumar told the police.
“He apparently moved to Malabar to work in the rubber plantation with the sole intention of taking revenge on his wife. For the neighbors, he was a well-mannered and hard-working man who had no vices like drinking or smoking. Within two months, his employer raised his salary to 7,000 rupees a month besides free housing,” Sakhare said.
“He started an affair with a neighbor six months back and they used to talk on their mobile phones almost every day. His wife found this out a few days before the killings. We found that his lover had no role in the killings. In fact, she backed out after she knew what had happened”.
Rejikumar was arrested at a bus stand in Kottayam after the local people, who had seen his photograph in newspapers, spotted him. He was brought to the scene of the crime the next day.

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,
Still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone,
He asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through
sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or
the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Please share this to some of the mothers you know; you will boost another woman's self-esteem!

You can also share this to men who would really like to know the value of a woman and why she is so different from others.

There's only one happiness in life. "TO LOVE & TO BE LOVED"

"Our Life in this Story"

One day of the many days

There was a man traveling on a trip with his Wife and Kids

And on the way he met someone standing in the roadway

So he asked him: Who are you?

He said:

I am the money



So the man asked his wife and kids :

Should we ask him to ride with us?



They said together: Yes of course because with the money it can help us if
we wanted to do anything, and if we wanted to get anything we desired,

So they took the Money to ride with them.



And the vehicle continued its way until the man

met someone else on the road



So the Father asked: Who are you?



He said:



I am the high position and power



So the father asked his wife and kids :

Should we ask him to ride with us?



So they all answered together in one voice:



Yes of course because with the high position and power we have the ability
to do anything we want and own anything we desired.



So they took the high position and power with them

And the vehicle continued to finish its trip .



And likewise he met in the same manner many people which give the pleasures
and desires of this life, UNTIL ..

They met one person on the way..



The Father asks himWho are you?



He said: I am the Deen (Islam)



So the father, wife, and kids said all together in one voice: No no this
isn't the time, we desire the pleasures of this life and dunyah, and the
Deen will prevent us and ban us from these things and it will take control
over us, and we will be worn-out from being loyal to it and its learning.
And the halal and the Haram, and this thing prayer and that thing hijab, and
this fasting , and and and and and etc, It will be a burden upon us!!!



But what is certain is that we will definitely return for you to pick you up
but only after we enjoy this life and everything in it.



So sadly they left him behind and the vehicle continued its trip.





And out of no where something appeared in the middle of the road



It was a check point in the road and it had a sign saying



STOP!!!



And they found a man gesturing for the father to get out of the vehicle.



So the man said to the father:

The trip has ended as far as you are concerned!!!!

And it is upon you to get out and come with me.





The father was shocked with fear and didn't say a word.





So the man said to him: I am searching for the DEEN. Is he with you?



He answered: No I left him not too far back. So if you can let me go back, I
can get him for you :



You do not have the ability to go back, your trip has ended and there is no
going back now.. returning is impossible said the man.



But but I have



The Money,

The high position and power,

My Wife,

My Kids,

and and and and and and on.



The man said to him:

They will not benefit you nor will they

protect you in front of Allah. Not one bit!



And you will leave all of this, and not one of them will help you except for
The Deen you know? The one which YOU left back in the road.

So the father asked: And who are you exactly?



I AM DEATH



The one which you were heedless

of and didn't take into account in your trip!!



The father looked at his vehicle and found his wife taking control of it and
continuing the trip with all of its passengers but him



And none of them stayed with him, and none of them helped him in any way.



His Majesty said:

"Say: If it be that your fathers, your sons, your brothers, your mates, or
your kindred; the wealth that ye have gained; the commerce in which ye fear
a decline: or the dwellings in which ye delight - are dearer to you than
Allah, or His Messenger, or the striving in His cause;- then wait until
Allah brings about His decision: and Allah guides not the rebellious."
Qur'an 9:24



And Allah the Majestic said:



"Every soul shall have a taste of death: And only on the Day of Judgment
shall you be paid your full recompense. Only he who is saved far from the
Fire and admitted to the Garden will have attained the object (of Life): For
the life of this world is but goods and chattels of deception." Qur'an 3:185

The Triple Filter Test

In ancient Greece , Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said,

"Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test."

"The first filter is TRUTH. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"
"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

'All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of GOODNESS. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of USEFULNESS. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

Replied Socrates
"Well," "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

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Advice from our beloved prophet (peace be upon him) to mankind…..

Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him said. ‘Do you know what is backbiting?’

They (the Companions) said: ‘Allah and His Messenger (peace be upon him) know best.
Thereupon he (the Prophet (peace be upon him)) said: ‘Backbiting implies your talking about your brother (behind his back) in a manner which he does not like.’
It was said to him: ‘What is your opinion about this that if I actually find (that failing) in my brother which I made a mention of?’

He (peace be upon him) said: ‘If (that failing) is actually found (in him) what you assert, you in fact backbited him, and if that is not in him it is a slander!.’
<Sahih Muslim ; Narrated by Abu Hurayrah (R)>
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