Once, a man approached a scholar
renowned for his profound wisdom and experience to complain to him, saying:
“When I was fascinated by my wife, she was, in my sight the most beautiful
thing in this world ever created by God.
“When I proposed to her, I began to
see others equal to her in beauty.”
“When I married her, I saw many
others that are more elegant than her!”
“A few years after our marriage, it
appears to me as though all the women of this world are more classic and more
sophisticated than my wife!!!”
The wise man: “Shall I tell you what
is more disastrous and more bitter?”
The man: Sure
The wise man: *“Were you to marry
all the women in this world, you will find the straying dogs on the highways
more attractive than all the women of the world!!!”*
The man: “Why do you say so?
The wise man: “Be cause the problem
is not with your wife. The problem is, if a man were gifted a covetous heart
and lustful eyes, and he’s lacking in bashfulness, nothing satisfies his gaze
except the sand of his grave. Gentleman, your problem is, you do not lower your
gaze from what God has prohibited. Do you want your wife to be returned to
her previous lofty position as the most beautiful woman on earth?
The man: “Positive.”
The wise man: “Lower your
gaze...says God, “Tell the believing men to lower their gaze (from looking at
forbidden things), and protect their private parts (from illegal sexual acts,
etc.). That is purer for them. Verily, God is All-Aware of what they do.”
*That which is not in your
possession will always appear to you to be better and more precious than what
is in your possession. But once you lay your hands on it, it becomes ordinary.
Be content with what you possess and do not be too selfish, courting all that
glitter till you land in your grave.*
*The worship of our creator is better and
more attractive. The sweetness of good deeds are only appreciated by those who
live for it.* *Finally, do not forget to invoke God to always beautify your
wife in your sight and grant you her love and compassion.*
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