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Posted on October 2, 2011 at 3:40 AM



This is a great story that  we could all benefit from.


It is a simple reminder of how "Allah" is the potter of our life and we are the clay. "Allah" is the

shaper  of  each  of  our  lives  and  when  struggles  seem  overwhelming,  we  need  to  remind

ourselves  that  these  struggles  serve  a  purpose  in  making  us  stronger,  wiser,  and  in  the

perfect image that "Allah" has for each of His creations.


There  was  a  couple  who  used  to  go  to  England  to  shop  in  the  beautiful  stores.   They  both

liked  antiques  and  pottery  and  especially  teacups.  This  was  their  twenty-fifth  wedding



One  day  in  this  beautiful  shop  they  saw  a  beautiful  teacup.  They  said,  "May  we  see  that?

We've  never seen one quite so beautiful." As the  lady  handed it to them, suddenly the teacup



"You  don't  understand,"  it  said.  "I  haven't  always  been  a  teacup.  There  was  a  time  when  I

was red and  I was clay. My master  took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and  I

yelled out, 'Let me alone', but he only smiled, 'Not yet.'


Then  I  was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly  I  was spun around

and  around  and  around.  Stop  it!  I'm  getting  dizzy!  I  screamed.  But  the  master  only  nodded

and said, 'Not yet.'


Then  he  put  me  in  the  oven.  I  never  felt  such  heat.  I  wondered  why  he  wanted  to  burn  me,

and  I  yelled  and  knocked  at  the  door.  I  could  see  him  through  the  opening  and  I  could  read

his lips as he shook his head, 'Not yet.'


Finally  the door opened,  he put me on the shelf, and  I began to cool. 'There,  that's better',  I

said.  And  he  brushed  and  painted  me  all  over.  The  fumes  were  horrible.  I  thought  I  would

gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'


Then suddenly he put me back into the oven,  not like the first one. This was twice as hot and

I knew  I would suffocate.  I begged.  I pleaded.  I screamed.  I cried. All the time  I could see him

through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'


Then  I  knew  there  wasn't  any  hope.  I  would  never  make  it.  I  was  ready  to  give  up.  But  the

door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he  handed me a

mirror and I couldn't believe it was me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'


'I  want  you  to  remember,  then,'  he  said,  'I  know  it  hurts  to  be  rolled  and  patted,  but  if  I  had

left  you  alone,  you  would  have  dried  up.  I  know  it  made  you  dizzy  to  spin  around  on  the

wheel,  but  if  I  had  stopped,  you  would  have  crumbled.   I  knew  it  hurt  and  was  hot  and

disagreeable  in  the  oven,  but  if  I  hadn't  put  you  there,  you  would  have  cracked.  I  know  the

fumes were bad  when  I brushed and painted  you all over, but if  I  hadn't done that,  you  never

would  have  hardened;  you  would  not  have  had  any  color  in  your  life.  And  if  I  hadn't  put  you

back in that second oven,  you wouldn't survive  for  very long because  the  hardness would not

have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with



MORAL:  "Allah"  knows  what  He's  doing  for  all  of  us.  He  is  the  potter,  and  we  are  His  clay.

He will  mold  us and make  us, so  that  we may be made into a  flawless piece of work to fulfill

His good, pleasing, and perfect will, which we can never escape.

Categories: Inspirational Stories

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Reply sheik Abdullah
11:44 AM on September 23, 2012 
Subhanallah heart melting :(

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