The topic of my discussion today is that Mama is still on fire during her three day trip Part 15

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim.

 Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.

 Dear friends, how are you all? I hope you are very good by the grace of Allah, I am also very good by the grace of Alhamdulillah Allah.

 I hope you enjoy reading what I am going to discuss with you today.

 A very beautiful thing.

 The topic of my discussion today is that Mama is still on fire during her three day trip Part 15

 A road 8 I crossed it and stood in front of the door. A few years ago, I stood at the door of this house again with my son Muhammad. I saw it then, now I see it again. On the door are two lines of a poem written by my favorite teacher

 

 This house built by the hand of your might is mine, this address is mine. You are my lord, my master, my merciful Maula. Poor servant, I worship you so that you may live, in your hands life is mine, death is mine, found and not found.

 

 If we can take this lesson from the door of this house today, then life is blessed. The desire to dedicate oneself to the Absolute Lord and to be immersed in the remembrance of Him in death in this life, in this state the life of the palace is also the life of the Hereafter, otherwise the life of the slum house is also the life of this world.

 

 In the above poem, I was so engrossed that I forgot my own existence for a while. Tanmayata was broken by the call of the lord's servant. He showed me the way and took me to the master's room. The lord was standing. He raised his hands and took me to his chest. I could feel the beating of his heart and the cry of his chest. Drops of tears fell on my shoulders, the warmth of those tears touched me. My heart was pounding too, but there were no tears in my chest, and no tears in my eyes. This is the difference between ustaya and student and between parent and child, today, yesterday and forever. This is because the stream flows downwards, not upwards. It is not uncommon for abnormalities in the heart of a student and a child to lack a sense of difference. We see tears flowing for us.