His departed darling.

This is the real love story between Zainab bint Muhammad and Abu al-'Aas ibn Rabee’ [ra]; Zainab was the daughter of the Prophet sws and her cousin Abu al-'Aas, was Khadeeja [ra]’s nephew. He was one of the nobles of the Quraish, and the Prophet sws loved him very much.

One day Abu al-'Aas went to the Prophet (sws) before he had received his mission of Prophethood and said:

“I want to marry your eldest daughter.” 

So the Prophet replied: “I must ask her first.” 

He (sws) went to Zainab and asked her: “Your cousin came to me and he wishes to marry you, do you accept him as your husband?”

Her face turned red with bashfulness and she smiled.

So Zainab married Abu al-'Aas, the beginning of a great love story. They had two children; Ali and Umaymah.

During this course of time Muhammad became a Prophet while Abu al-'Aas was away from Makkah.  Abu al-'Aas returned to find his wife a Muslim. When he first came back, his wife said,

“I have great news for you”.

 He stood up and left her. Zainab was surprised and followed him as she said,

“My father became a Prophet and I have become a Muslim.” 

He replied, “Why didn’t you tell me first?”

 Hence a big problem began between the two; a problem of religion and belief.

She told him, “I wasn’t going to disbelieve in my father and his message, he is not a liar, and he is “The Honest and Trustworthy” [Al-Siddiq wal Ameen]. I’m not the only believer; my mother and my sisters became Muslims, my cousin Ali ibn Abi Talib became a Muslim, your cousin Uthman ibn Affan became a Muslim, and your friend, Abu Bakr, became a Muslim.”

He replied, “Well, as for me, I don’t want people to say, ‘he let down his people and his forefathers to please his wife’. And I am not accusing your father of anything.” 

Then he said, “So will you excuse me and understand?”

She replied, “Who will excuse and understand you if I don’t? I will stay beside you and help you until you reach the truth.”

And she kept her word for 20 years.

Abu al-'Aas remained an unbeliever, and then came the migration. Zainab went to her father and asked him for the permission to stay with her husband. The Prophet sws replied,

“Stay with your husband and children”.

So Zainab stayed in Makkah, until the battle of Badr occurred. Abu al-'Aas was to fight in the army of Quraish against the Muslims. For Zainab, it meant that her husband will be fighting her father, a time Zainab had always feared. She kept crying out:

“O Allah, I fear one day the sun may rise and my children become orphans or I lose my father”.

So the battle started, and ended in victory for the Muslims. Abu El’Ass was captured by the Muslims, and news of this reached Makkah. Zainab asked,

“What did my father do?”

They told her, “The Muslims won”.

So she prayed to Allah, thanking Him. Then she asked: “What did my husband do?”

They said: “He was captured.”

She said, “I’ll send a payment to release him.” 

She didn’t own anything of much value, so she took off her mother’s necklace, and sent it with Abu al-'Aas brother to the Prophet.

While the Prophet sws was sitting, taking payments and releasing captives, he saw Khadeeja’s necklace. He held it up and asked:

“Whose payment is this?”

They said: “ 

Abu al-'Aasibn Rabee.”

He cried and said “This is Khadeeja’s necklace.”

As soon as the Messenger of Allah (PBUH) saw that necklace, he had a feeling of extreme compassion and his heart palpitated for the great memory. The Companions who were present there gazed in amazement having being captivated by the magnificence of the situation.

After a long silence, the Messenger of Allah sws stood up and said,

“O my people, this man is my in-law, should I release him? And do you accept the return of this necklace to my daughter?”

They answered in unison “Yes, O Messenger of Allah!”

The Prophet sws gave the necklace to Abu al-'Aas and said to him,

“Tell Zainab not to give away Khadeeja’s necklace.” Then he sws said, “

Abu al-'Aas, Can we speak privately?”

He took him aside and said, “Allah has ordered me to separate between a Muslim and a disbeliever, so could you return my daughter to me?”

Abu al-'Aas reluctantly agreed.

Zainab stood on the gates of Makkah waiting for the arrival of Abu al-'Aas When he finally came he said,

“I am going away”.

She asked, “Where to?”

He replied, “It is not me who is going, it is you. You are going to your father. We must separate because you are a Muslim.” 

She implored him, “Will you become a Muslim and come with me?” But he refused.

So Zainab took her son and daughter and traveled to Madinah, and for 6 years she refused to remarry, hoping that one day Abu al-'Aas would come.

After 6 years, Abu El’Ass was traveling in a caravan from Makkah to Syria. During the journey, he was intercepted by some of the Prophet’s companions. He escaped and asked for Zainab’s home. He knocked on her door shortly before the dawn prayer. She opened the door and asked him,

“Did you become a Muslim?”

He whispered “No, I come as a fugitive.”

She implored him once more “Can you become a Muslim?”

Again his answer was a negative.

“Do not worry.” She said, “Welcome my cousin, welcome, the father of Ali and Umaymah.”

After the Prophet sws prayed the dawn prayer in congregation with the people, they heard a voice from the back of the mosque,

“I have freed Abu al-'Aas ibn Rabee.” Zainab had granted Abu al-'Aas freedom.

The Prophet sws asked, “Have you heard what I heard?”

They all said, “Yes, Messenger of Allah.”

Zainab said, “He is my cousin and the father of my children and I have freed him.”

The Prophet sws stood up and said, “O people, I declare that this man was a very good son-in-law, he never broke his promise, and neither did he tell lies. So if you accept, I will return his money back and let him go. If you refuse it’s your decision and I will not blame you for it.”

The companions agreed, “We will give him his money.”

So the Prophet sws said to Zainab, “We have freed the one you have freed, O Zainab.”

Then he sws went to her and told her “be generous to him, he is your cousin and the father of your children, but don’t let him get near you, he is prohibited for you.”

She replied, “Sure, father, I’ll do as you say.”

She went in and told her husband, “O Abu al-'Aas, didn’t you miss us at all? Won’t you become a Muslim and stay with us?”

But he refused. Abu al-'Aas then took the money and returned to Makkah. Once he returned he stood up and announced,

“O people, here is your money. Is there anything left?”

They replied, “No, Abu al-'Aas, there is nothing left, thanks a lot.”

So Abu al-'Aas, “I testify that there is no god but Allah, and Muhammed is His Messenger.”

Then he went back to Madinah and ran to the Prophet sws as he said, “Dear Prophet, you freed me yesterday, and today I say that I testify there is no god but Allah and you are His Messenger.”

He asked the Prophet, “Will you give me the permission to go back to Zainab?”

The Prophet sws smiled and said, “Come with me”;

he took him to Zainab’s house and knocked on her door. The Prophet sws said, “O Zainab, your cousin came to me and asked if he can return to you”.

Just like 20 years before, her face turned red with bashfulness and she smiled.

The sad thing was, a year after this incident, Zainab died. Abu al-'Aas shed hot tears because of her death and drove those who were around him to tears. The Messenger of Allah sws came with eyes full of tears and a heart full of sorrow. Zainab’s death reminded him of the death of his wife, Khadeejah. He told the women, who gathered around Zainab’s corpse,

“Wash her three times and use camphor in the third wash.”

He performed funeral prayers on her and followed her final resting place. Abu al-'Aas returned to his children, Ali and Umaymah. Kissing them and wetting them with his tears, he remembered the face of his departed darling.

May Allah be pleased with Zainab, the Prophet’s daughter! May He reward her with Paradise for her patience, endurance and struggle!

Abu al-'Aas would cry so profusely that the people saw the Prophet himself weeping and calming him down. Abu al 'Aas would say,

“By Allah, I can’t stand life anymore without Zainab.” 

He died just one year after Zainab’s death.

I have decided to marry.

Seeing that his mother was in a good mood, Ahmad sat near her and said, 'Mother, I have an idea which should bring you much joy.” His mother answered eagerly, "My son, all that you give me makes me happy. What is on your mind?”

“You know," he told her, "I have finished my studies and can afford to begin a family. I have decided to marry."

His mother's face brightened with a smile. "This is very good news! I have long awaited such a day,” she told him. "How often I have wished you would marry one of your cousins. Praise be to Allah that you have made this decision before it is too late!." Ahmad exclaimed, "Before it's too late? What do you mean?"  "Your cousin Maryam is now old enough to marry. Every day there is someone visiting her home, seeking her hand."

Ahmad sat silently for a moment and said, “Then why should we bother her suitors?"

“What do you mean, Ahmad?," asked his mother, dismayed.

"My cousin Maryam is not fit for me.” 

"Why not? No, my son, you’re mistaken. I shall go and see about your engagement tomorrow," his mother told him.

Ahmad frowned and said, “No, mother. Please do not do such a thing. I will not agree to this.” "When she becomes your fiancé, you will feel love for her. Put aside your fears. Maryam is beautiful, and she has a respectable job."

Ahmad disagreed, “No. This matter only concerns me."

Ahmad's mother thought for a moment and said, “If you dislike Maryam, then there's my brother's daughter. She is as beautiful as Maryam, and she has inherited a large sum of money from my brother.

"Mother, please think about this matter from my point of view. I need someone to share my life, not a business partner.”

His mother became angry and sharply asked, “What's wrong with my niece? Why isn't she good enough to be your wife?”

Ahmad replied, “She is not a practicing Muslim. I want a Muslim wife."

Ahmad's mother laughed sarcastically and said, "You speak as if you were an angel who could only marry another angel. Why don't you stop saying such nonsense, my son? You are an educated young man, you should give up your impossible ideals.”

“I am neither an angel, nor do I seek a saint for a wife. I am a Muslim believer looking for a girl who also believes in Islam." replied Ahmad.

Ahmad's mother told him, “I don't know any girls who share your ideals."

He said, “I know someone who measures up to my expectations."

Startled by this admission, Ahmad's mother asked, “You know someone? Who is she? Since when do you begin friendship with girls?"

Ahmad answered quickly, “I didn't mean that I know a girl personally, but I know of her."  "I see," she said. "You have already chosen your wife. Who is this lucky girl?" “Mother, please be more understanding. I hope you will take my side and persuade father to agree with my choice."

This appeal to Ahmad's mother softened her, and she said, “I swear that I think only of your welfare. I'll help you. Tell me, what are this girl’s qualifications?"

Ahmad told her, “Nothing matters except the religious aspect. She is Muslim, and wears complete hijab.” "Oh, then she is uneducated!" "No, she has a high school education and her religious knowledge is extensive."

Then his mother asked, “What family is she from? Do I know them?"

"She is from a good family known for their piety", Ahmad told her. "Of what use is a well-known family if a girl has no Islamic morals?" He silently beseeched Allah to give him the patience to overcome his mother's resistance. "A happy marriage doesn't depend on fame or wealth. Happiness stems from spiritual nearness and mutual understanding." Then, in a different tone of voice his mother asked,

"What does her father do for a living?" "He is a grocer," Ahmad replied.

"A grocer?!", she exclaimed. “Yes. He is a grocer and a very righteous man. He is the head of a happy and virtuous family."

Ahmad's mother interrupted him, “You are the son of a wealthy man; with your college degree you wish to marry a grocer's daughter? What a shame! Yet you ask me to assist you!  If I had chosen the daughter of a jeweler, how would you feel?"

His mother replied, "There is a big difference between a jeweler and a grocer.”

“The only difference is with regard to the substance. The former sells rings and the latter sells sugar. Both work in order to earn money," Ahmad answered.

His mother lamented, "Imagine your father's reaction to this news! "

Ahmad said firmly, " This is my desire, either you help me or I'll do it myself."

He spoke so seriously that his mother laughed mockingly, saying, "Does the matter require a great effort? The least move you make, they will give their daughter to you gladly."

Ahmad shook his head in doubt and said, "Wait and see!"

“What an odd situation this is! Am I to present my son to a grocer's daughter? What special beauty does this girl possess to make you blind to every other consideration?'

“I have not yet seen her," Ahmad said.

"Then how do you know she's not ugly?" asked his mother.

"I know she is not. As far as good conduct is concerned, physical beauty is of little importance."

"Oh Ahmad, my amazement never ceases."

The next morning, Ahmad told his father of his intentions. His father became angry, but Ahmad remained determined to marry the woman of his choice. Finally his father agreed and Ahmad asked his mother to visit the girl's home to make the proposal and overcome any obstacles.

The following afternoon Ahmad's mother, accompanied by his oldest sister, went to the girl's house. On the way there, Ahmad's sister asked her mother what the girl's name was. Her mother replied, " I forgot to ask him! "When they knocked on the family's door, they were surprised to see a beautiful young girl open it. The girl was surprised to see the two unfamiliar women, but she showed them into the living room and went to tell her mother that they had visitors. Her mother welcomed the guests and waited for them to explain the reason for their visit. After exchanging greetings, Ahmad's mother asked who the young girl was who had opened the door. “It was my daughter, Zaynab," she replied. "Do you have any other daughter?" asked Ahmad's mother. “No, she's my only daughter", replied her mother. Ahmad's mother and sister were delighted to learn that the beautiful girl was Zaynab. Just then, Zaynab entered with coffee for their visitors. She sat next to Ahmad's sister and they soon found much to discuss. Then she collected the empty coffee cups and left the room.

Ahmad's mother began, "We have come with a blessed aim. We would be happy to have your daughter Zaynab as a wife for my son." She praised her son for his intelligence, his good looks and his wealth, but she neglected to mention his firm Islamic beliefs, which was very important to Zaynab's mother. Therefore, Ahmad's mother was stunned when Zaynab's mother shook her head slowly and said, “I'm very sorry. It is difficult for me to agree to this proposal; in fact, it's impossible." With much surprise, Ahmad's mother asked, “What is impossible?"

“My daughter is still young. I'm sure your son can find a girl who suits him." Ahmad's mother protested, "But Zaynab suits him well! Would you be kind enough to justify your refusal?"

“I only have one daughter, and I should be sure of her future married life."

“But Ahmad is well-off financially," said his mother. “He is an engineer!"

Zaynab's mother replied, “Zaynab would not marry someone because he is wealthy or has a college degree."

Ahmad's mother was at a loss for words. “Then what will ensure your daughter's happiness and consent?"

“When a mother looks for a wife for her son, she should mention her son's conduct.” said the mother of Zaynab. "My daughter is a committed Muslim. She wants a Muslim husband, and remember, my daughter wears hijab, and your son may want a modern wife, who dresses like his mother and sister.”

Ahmad's mother laughed with relief and told her, “You're correct. I haven't mentioned his conduct. I thought that other aspects of his character were of more importance. My son is a faithful Muslim. He is, in fact, looking for a wife who observes hijab. Be sure that my appearance (un-Islamic clothing) is not to Ahmad's taste."

Zaynab's mother also smiled and said, "You should have told me earlier! Please give us your address so we can visit you and learn more about your son."

"We hope you can come early next week," said Ahmad's mother.

Ahmad was waiting anxiously for his mother's return. As soon as she and her daughter returned home he asked, “Well, mother? How was your visit?"

"It was very strange," she replied.

“What was strange?", he asked. “Has anything bad happened?"

"Oh no, Ahmad. But I never expected such a thing," she answered. "Then they have refused?" Ahmad's father said, "How could a grocer's daughter refuse a wealthy young man?"

Ahmad's mother turned to her husband and said, " They did, in fact, refuse..."

"What! they refused?” asked the father. "I spoke about Ahmad's good qualities, but I didn't mention his Islamic morals. My appearance also caused her to decline my proposal because her daughter is a very faithful Muslim. When I realized their objections, I told them that you are a true Muslim as well. I have come to respect them very much. They don't care about status or wealth.”

“Have you seen the girl?”, asked Ahmad's father.

"Yes, she is lovely and polite. Ahmad is a lucky man to have made such a choice."

The following week, Zaynab's family paid a visit to Ahmad’s home and plans were made for the upcoming wedding. They were soon married and there was much rejoicing.

OUTCOME:

"A happy marriage doesn't depend on fame or wealth. Happiness stems from spiritual nearness and mutual understanding."

An Insightful Farmer.

There was a farmer who grew superior quality, award-winning corn in his farm. Each year, he entered his corn in the state fair where it won honours and prizes.

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew his corn. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

“How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbours when they are entering corn in the competition with yours each year?” The reporter asked. “Why bother ? ”

The farmer replied, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen grains from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior, sub-standard and poor quality corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I have to grow good corn, I must help my neighbours to grow good corn too.”

The farmer gave a superb insight into the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbours’ corn also improves. So it is in the other dimensions and areas of life!

Those who choose to be in harmony must help their neighbours and colleagues to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others live well too.

The value of a life is measured by the lives it touches…

Success does not happen in isolation; it is most often a participatory and collective process. So share the good practices, ideas and new knowledge with your family, friends, team members and neighbours and all. As they say: “Success breeds Success.”

Abdullah ibn Umar (radhiyallahu anhu) narrated that the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: The best friend in the Sight of Allah is he who is the well-wisher of his companions, and the best neighbour is one who behaves best towards his neighbours. (Tirmidhi)

The New Emperor.

An emperor in the Far East. was growing old and knew that, it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you.”

The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. “I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!”

One boy named Afnan was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Afnan kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn’t have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by-still nothing in Afnan's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.

Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Afnan didn’t say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Afnan told his mother that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But she persuaded him to go and be honest about what had happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Afnan arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful-in all shapes and sizes. Afnan put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kids laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, “Hey nice try.”

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Afnan just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown,” said the emperor. “Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!” All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Afnan at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Afnan was terrified. “The emperor knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!”

When Afnan got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. “My name is Afnan,” he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, “Behold your new emperor! His name is Afnan!” Afnan couldn’t believe it. Afnan couldn’t even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Afnan, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Afnan was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!”

The Prophet taught, “Truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise. And a man keeps on telling the truth until he becomes a truthful person. Falsehood leads to Al-Fajur (i.e. wickedness, evil-doing), and Al-Fajur (wickedness) leads to the (Hell) Fire, and a man may keep on telling lies till he is written before Allah, a liar.” [Sahih al-Bukhari, Vol. 8:116]

The Circus.

Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter.This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn’t have a lot of money. Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean.

The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by- two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants and other acts they would see that night. One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives.

The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, “You’re my knight in shining armor.” He was smiling and basking in pride, looking at her as if to reply, “You got that right.”

The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, “Please let me buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus.”The ticket lady quoted the price. The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?”The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn't have enough money.

How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn’t have enough money to take them to the circus?Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand into his pocket, pulled out a 500 Rupee note and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.”

The man knew what was going on. He wasn’t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly on to the  500 Rupee note, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, “Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.”

My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn’t go to the circus that night, but we didn’t go without.

P.s: This story is taken from Young Muslim Digest, it reminds us of the following beautiful verse.

...and give them preference over themselves even though they were in need of that.(Qur'an 59:9) Meaning, they preferred giving to the needy rather than attending to their own needs, and began by giving the people before their own selves, even though they too were in need. 

A Muslim Doctor.

In 1120, a Muslim doctor was on his way to see his patient, the Almoravid ruler of Seville.By the side of the road he saw an emaciated man holding a water jug. The man's belly was swollen and he was in obvious distress.


"Are you sick?" the doctor asked.The man nodded.


"What have you been eating?"


"Only a few crusts of bread and the water from this jug."


"Bread won't hurt you," said the doctor. "It could be the water.where are you getting it from?"


"From the well in town."


The doctor pondered a moment. "The well is clean.It must be the jug.Break it and find a new one."


"I can't," whined the man, "This is my only jug."


"And that thing bulging out there," replied the doctor, pointing to the man's midsection," is it your only stomach.It is easier to find a new jug than a new stomach."
The man continued to protest, but one of the doctor's servants picked a stone and smashed the jug.A dead frog spilled out with the foul water.


"My friend" the doctor said to the patient, "look what you have been drinking. That frog would have taken you with him.Here, take this coin and go buy a new jug."
When the doctor passed by a few days later, he saw the same man sitting by the side of the road.His stomach had shrunk, he had gained weight, and his color was back.Seeing the doctor, the man heaped praise on him.


-Attributed to Ibn Abi Usaybi'a ,13th century


Taken from Young Muslim Digest.


A thought:Today in general, doctor's are concerned with their patient's purse instead of their pulse.

Dad, Let's Accept The Truth.

One day, a rich father took his beloved son to a near by village on a trip.He actually  wanted to show him how poor someone can be.They spent few days on the farm of a poor Muslim family. On the way home, the father asked his son, Dear! Did you see how poor they are? How miserable their life is, can you tell me all that you have learned from this trip?


The son replied,Yes dad! I have learned something what you couldn't teach me for so many years and nor did my teachers at school.Dear dad! We have a pool, but they have rivers, we have lanterns at night, but they have stars.We have costly cars which are fuel  Dependant but they have horses which are free. we have to breath the polluted air but they don't have to.We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have guards to protect us, but they have friends.We have encyclopedias, but they have one magnificent and glorious book called Qur'an.


Then he added: Thanks  Dad, for showing me how poor really we are. Surely we have big things but not great things. we are rich from outside but miserably poor inside.
Dear Dad! Lets live a life with some standards instead of living a standard life. I see with my heart what I can't with my eyes.Dad let's accept the truth before it's too late.