"When I grow up, I want to be a مفلح (successful farmer) like you, Daddy!" Yusuf exclaimed as he watched his father dig into the moist soil with his huge red spade.
"Really?" Ahmed gazed into his son's caramel eyes, paused and then smiled.
Yusuf nodded. "Yeah! It's an easy job." He replied, grinning widely.
Ahmed though for a few moments.
"Son, listen up..." He gently placed the spade on the ground and walked over to his son.
"Listening!" Ahmed said as he watched his father walk over to sit besides him under the shade of their favourite tree. One that Ahmed's grandfather had planted many years back.
"My son, there are those who achieve. But then, there are those who prepare the soil, plant the seeds, water them, expose them to enough sunlight, toil and work hard days on end, for years and years, before they finally begin to reap the fruits of that which they planted."
Yusuf raised an eyebrow.
"Does that mean a farmer has to do a lot of hard work?"
"Yes, son. Remember, nothing great comes easy." He placed his arm over his son's shoulders.
Yusuf looked at his father's slim face, his long nose, he marvelled at the mole which sat just above his upper lip, the wrinkles under his eyes, and the huge bushy beard he loved to play with as a toddler.
"That's why Allah mentions that the believers who are upon true success don't become successful overnight. They work hard, and thus attain the title of 'muflihoon." Ahmed carried on.
Yusuf looked at his father's slim face, his long nose, he marvelled at the mole which sat just above his upper lip, the wrinkles under his eyes, and the huge bushy beard he loved to play with as a toddler.
"That's why Allah mentions that the believers who are upon true success don't become successful overnight. They work hard, and thus attain the title of 'muflihoon." Ahmed carried on.
"Wow..." Yusuf said, raising both his eyebrows this time, amazed at how much hard work his father had put in all these years.
"Well, I definitely want to be a Muflih, Daddy."
"Well, I definitely want to be a Muflih, Daddy."
Ahmed squeezed his son's shoulder.
"InshaAllah. Remember, what you plant now, will harvest later. That goes with farming and every other thing in life. Write it down, son and don't you ever forget it."
Yusuf wrapped his arm around his father's waist. He buried his head into his chest and took in the strong smell of soil and nature which was evident on his mud-stained shirt.
"I'll always remember, Daddy."
"InshaAllah. Remember, what you plant now, will harvest later. That goes with farming and every other thing in life. Write it down, son and don't you ever forget it."
Yusuf wrapped his arm around his father's waist. He buried his head into his chest and took in the strong smell of soil and nature which was evident on his mud-stained shirt.
"I'll always remember, Daddy."
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