Something to keep you going...

...I'm too tired to think, to write or to do anything that requires some logic and consistency. I started a post yesterday but didn't get very far, I really need time for my brain to recuperate and recharge and any short cuts ways for the former to occur are not going to happen.

I had this email this morning, a forward that I read to the end and because I did, I had to share it here. No idea the origin of it but I got it from Naeema so thanks to her...

I asked Allah why I wasn't rich.

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 beautiful.

He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other,Who was ugly because of her vanity?

I asked Allah why He'd allowed me to become old.

He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.

I asked Allah why I didn't have a bigger house.

He showed me a family of six,

who had just been evicted from their tiny shack,

And were forced, to live on the street.

I asked Allah why I had to work.

He showed me a man, who couldn't find a decent job,

Because he'd never learned to read.

I asked Allah why I wasn't more popular.

He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,

Who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.

I asked Allah why I wasn't smarter.

He showed me a natural born genius,

Serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.

I asked Allah why He put up with a thankless sinner like me.

He showed me THE QURAAN.

I knew then how much He loved me.

What's eating you today?

Are your problems weighing heavy on your heart?

Know, then, that you are loved.

"If it doesn't kill you... it will make you stronger. "