What I am going to talk about here is not proven yet, but my brother (who is a scholar and in prison now) once said that he believes that we do not know all the prophets that were sent by God Almighty. In his opinion, many of those people that were followed and their thoughts became religions were prophets; they were considered part of the 120,000 prophets mentioned in Quran; so Confucius, Buddha, Zarradasht, you name it of today's religions, were prophets. As I said earlier, no one is sure, so let us keep this as a theory only.
He and I used to make up theories and stories, about prophets coming from space, of course we had reasons to believe so, for example look at the accuracy of each block that made up the pyramids in Egypt? Or the atomic battery that was found in some remote areas in South America, or the drawings of men with glass helmets found in some caves? He went to the extent of visiting every ancient cave and place in Iraq (when we were students) to uncover some of the mystic secrets of our creations.
I love my brother, he hooked me on the Chinese horoscopes, as he was interpreting all of our behaviors on the basis of where, when and which hour we were born, he thinks our star is born with us, and is related to the twelve animals Confucius had called upon. I am a sheep for example, born in the winter, so I will never be as rich as I want to be, while my daughter who is a rabbit, will get whatever she wanted. My son on the other hand is a born leader being a rat, as it was the first animal to go to Confucius.
Anyway, this is a story that I received today, hope you like it, it is about Buddha, it resembles what happened to our prophet too, when they used to threw stones and rubbish at him, one day when the guy who used to do this stopped, the prophet went to visit him to find out if he is fine or not? Wow.
Buddha explains how to handle insult and maintain compassion.
One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake."
Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom the gift belongs?"
The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift."
The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself."
"If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy. But when you love others, everyone is happy."
The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Buddha. "You are right, o Enlightened One, "he said. "Please teach me the path of love. I wish to become your follower."
The Buddha answered kindly, "Of course. I teach anyone who truly wants to learn. Come with me."
If you are right then there is no need to get angry
And if you are wrong then you don't have any right to get angry.
Patience with family is love,
Patience with others is respect,
Patience with self is confidence
Patience with GOD is faith.
Never Think Hard about PAST,
It brings Tears...
Don't Think more about FUTURE,
It brings Fears...
Live this Moment with a Smile,
It brings Cheers.!!!!
Every test in our life makes us bitter or better,
Every problem comes to make us or break us,
Choice is our whether we become victim or victorious !!!
Search a beautiful heart not a beautiful face.
Beautiful things are not always good
but good things are always beautiful.
Remember me like pressed flower in your Notebook.
It may not be having any fragrance
but will remind you of my existence forever in your life.
Do you know, why God created gaps between fingers?
So that someone who is special to you, comes and fills those gaps by holding your hands forever.
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