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“You give zakat from the legs this year.” He asked a strange question. I stop in confusion, in front of me was the famous beautiful garden Regent Park in front of London, the night slowly fell through the windows, in the greenery of trees and flowering plants The smell of rain was coming. In a few minutes we were walking slowly on the beautiful track inside the park, he was telling me stories about the nights in the suburbs of Geneva, Switzerland. He had returned from the summer holidays a week ago, the night was lovely too .The view was wonderful and the conversation full of life. We had reached the top corner of the park from where part of the city of London could be seen, but as we walked, something came to Njane’s heart, she stopped and asked a question meaningless, Is it? My silence surprised and worried. Babaji touched the toe of the shoe with a fragrant stick, delicate and pleasant and laughed and said, “Well, then you have given the cortex of your arms, hands, eyes, ears and tongue.”
My anxiety turned into fear, I realized that Babaji belongs to those whose minds stop working in this high corner of such a beautiful park, I looked back and forth like a frightened bird, not a single human being in the distance , just thickets. there were trees, there were bushes and at the foot of the front park was the city of London, there was them and there was me. A shiver ran down my spine, I thought they were going to move on, snap my neck and throw me into a bush with a marker, sense my condition, laugh and slowly start walking back. I also kept a little distance and started walking.
“Three years ago,” his voice hit my ears like a rock that had stepped down the slope. I will come to the same conclusion. ” My doubts turned into reality, I was convinced that Babaji was really mad. I have never heard such meaningless. and meaningless words from his mouth in my life. He stopped for a while and looked at the sky and said, “Look! Whatever we earn in social life, the government receives its share, this share is spent on making the environment better than before, more favorable than before so that we can win more, live a better life, this part of the government we call taxes. Religion also requires some part of our annual savings, our earnings, it is called Zakat. We pay taxes every year, take out Zakat, it is our duty and our responsibility, I am right!
He stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder to confirm it. I saw a strange kind of horror in his eyes. I nodded immediately. He laughed and waved his stick in the air like a sword and walked on. We forget our real duty, our real responsibility. I felt their voice confused with the bushes, we have legs, this nature is a miracle, a great reward, a great blessing. I even saw people living without coats. I believed that life was a. life and human being, the heart is full of sorrow and the words are filled with blood.
We have arms, the glass of our life is half empty without them, there are hands, we cannot call life without them, think! A person who cannot feel the coldness of ice and the warmth of a hot cup with his fingers, how incomplete, how incomplete his life is. We have eyes, pointing towards the British Telecom Tower in front, they said, Look how many thousands of colors, how many of millions of reflections of nature that fall from the top of this high tower, can life be considered complete without these colors and reflections? No, not at all. I don’t feel myself until I see the sparkle floating in my granddaughter’s eyes. The colors of the flowers, the flying raindrops, the rainbow that appears before them decorated with beautiful colors, the changing sky and the trembling in the lakes Cycles follow each other is my life .Without these eyes, hands would have to touch the veil, meaning the sun rises and the dark night becomes one.
In one hour, the sun that throws twelve billion forty billion eighty million rays should set in two millimeters thin. We have ears, listen! Your ears listen to the whisper of the trees rustling in the wind, the rustling of the leaves tells you something, see the butterfly flying from the daisy flower, hear the rustling of its wings, in that rustling is life. In the front park The voices of the flowing city reach you, think! Think for a moment, let all these voices become mute, your ears will become stone, you will not be able to hear anything, if you see water, let the flying foam see of its existence, but not you listen to their voice, how deaf and dumb your life is. The intense feeling of incompleteness will get in your way, people will pay attention to you instead of voice, and you will think of stumbling and choking as sound. God gives them beauty, gives them a body and gives them a body, gives them words, comparisons and metaphors. If it is not language, it is not words, if there are no words, thoughts will die somewhere in the valleys of thought, I can’t tell you anything, and you can’t tell me anything You can hear something from me Having said that, they became quiet and closed their eyes and drowned in what the mind!
I was drifting in the stream of his thoughts when he said again, “My friend, these legs, these arms, these hands, these eyes, ears and this tongue are our real reserve, all the earnings of our life , all our capital is It’s.” If one of these locks is locked forever, then our money, our earnings will be lost, we will become poor, we will become bankrupt and poor. They don’t happen. Give your feet, these legs, these arms and these eyes, pay their zakat. If you don’t take it out, nature will collect this tax, this zakat, in the same way that governments collect it through extortion. It was as if someone had placed the Qurqi Connots in my hand suddenly.
How is this tax, this money going ì I asked for the first time. “Yes,” he turned his wand. A hearing aid, quietly paying for the medical expenses of a white patient, bearing the expenses of a poor widow. marriage or taking the responsibility of supporting an orphan, is the zakat of this reserve fund of life and many thanks and many regrets for this earnings Charity of this fund. He became quiet, he thought about something and then he said in a cold and cold voice, “How foolish we are, we earn in this world, we spend our lives with this tax, but the wealth we get as a reward, we are not even thankful for what the power gives us.” Alas, we have eyes, but we do not see the blindness of the blind, we do not see the colors of our master! When your eyes can see and understand the colors of your master, then you will also see your skirt narrow while covering the colors of your master. There will be an abundance of these colors in the treasury when you make it a motto to distribute the these colors among your brothers and sisters without distinction.
Fabiyya alair bikmat takziban!… So which of your Lord’s favors do you deny?
Of eyes, passion, blood and liver
I hear they like to regret it
