The Parable of the Master Potter, and Birthday Meditation


Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky- Rabindranath Tagore

Recalling a parable from that wise man, he echoed: 'imagine a beautiful china teacup, saying: "I wasn't always like this. There was a time when I was just a cold, hard lump of clay. One day the potter picked me up and said, "I could do something with this." Then he started to pressure on me and changed my shape. I said, "What are you doing? That hurts. Stop!" But he said, "Not yet." Then he put me on a wheel and bean to spin me around and around until I shouted, "let me off." He replied, "Not yet." Then he shaped me into a cup and put me in a hot oven. I cried, "Let me out of her, I am suffocating." But he looked at me and said, "Not yet." When he took me out, I thought his work on me was over, but then, he started to paint me. I couldn't believe what he did next. He put me back into oven, and I said, "I can't stand this, please let me out!" But he said, "Not yet." Finally he took me out of the oven and set me on a shelf where I thought he has forgotten me. Then one day he took me off the shelf and held me up before a mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had become a beautiful teacup that everyone what's to buy.'

I sat on the rug, crossed my legs and faced the kiblah to meditate. There is surely so much to think about and so much to ponder. So much gratitude. Then my phone rang, I ignored it. Then beep beep beep. I ignored them. The third time, it was vibration. I knew I had text messages but still ignored them all.

I set my eyes straight toward the direction of the Master Potter;. and introspected on the path I have walked from the day I first set my sight on this planet earth. The strangeness, the trials, the sicknesses, the accidents, the recoveries, the schools, the doubts, the determination, the insane moment of guts and crazy adventures, the clownish moment, the goofs, the prayers, the curses, and most importantly the gusty moments of rare lucks and spiritual encounters which I still can't explain till date. A friend called it miracle; I called it a sign that there is a benevolent Creator who quietly moulds us, to fulfil our destinies.

 In His strange aloofness, he interrupts our moment of stagnation and helplessness and give us new direction. Call it what you like, it is God's way of registering His presence.

As I finished pondering on my journey, I realise I have so much reasons to thank God: So much reason to be humble and appreciative. So much reason to look ahead with new goals, mission.

I realise there are really no friends. Your best friend is brother from another mother. I realise there are no enemies, only adversaries. They scheme because they think the only way to achieve their goals is to get you out of the way. If only they have learned to understand everybody can win if they all join hands together.
I realise that when people throw tantrum, it is not because they despise you, but because they are yet to outgrow their childhood, they are yet to learn to control their temper. My goal therefore is to help them grow not join them in childish display.

And when someone throws stones at you with intent to hurt, you can make use of them and put their stones in good use. Make them stepping stones for you and cross to the other side, where there are bliss and peace; Where your adversaries has no dominion; Where virgin opportunities await your coming.
I have Learn to treat my circumstances like days and nights. No matter how long the darkness rule the night, it will surely pave the way for the light of the day. Yours is not to fight against circumstances, but make use of them in ways that life continues to look upon you with kindness and pleasure.

I am souring free today. Anything that has held me back in the past is now gone. And I am free to sour with the clouds and the sunshine and the stars.

The clay at the beginning is now a beautiful china teacup some want to purchase. As I follow the path of my heart, I discover my true treasures. I choose joy over all else. Joy is my compass. Knowing full well that God is the source and supply of all things I am provided. I joyfully anticipate each day's blessings and give thank as they appear.

Thanks to everyone who spared a few minutes of their times for me to share love and prayer and goodwill in their little ways through all platforms.. Thanks to those who prayed and those who smile. And most importantly, thank to those who made this day possible-my mother and my creator!

Rabindranath Tagore’s words flows freely in my head as I feel my body lighter while peace overtakes my entire system. “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky”

Isqil Najim

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