A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he
Had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom, and knowing
his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his
father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation
his father called him into his private study.

His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told
him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift
box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Holy Qur’an.

Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, “With all your
money you give me a Holy Qur’an?” and stormed out of the house, leaving the Holy book. He never contacted his father again for long long time.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was
very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him
since that graduation day.

Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him
his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son.
He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he
arrived at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his
heart. He began to search his father’s important papers and saw the
still new Holy Qur’an, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Holy Qur’an and began to turn the pages. As he
read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the
Holy Qur’an. It had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who
had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss ALLAH blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?

If this touched your heart, please pass it on

(Received from muslimmessage.net)

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