The artist would have died from the 24th floor if at the same time the stranger did not move forward and did not spoil his image. We often feel sad about our years of hard work, we complain about failures and our misfortunes after repeated attempts. A few days ago, a woman from Lahore called me and asked, "why does allaah take the lives of young people?" His question was sad, his young brother had an accident on the motorway, this man was also a helper, he was also a laborer, sharif, and educated, but one day returning from the factory, his car hit the trailer on the motorway and he was killed on the spot. The accident shook the whole family, the woman called me and asked, "why does allaah take the lives of young people". I did not have any answer to this question, a friend of mine is very gentle, sincere, hardworking, and honest but all his business was destroyed last year and today these money are in need of money, they are also looking for the cause of their destruction but they are also not getting the answer. And now they ask what was our fault and what was the power to destroy us?" This question must have come to the mind of the artist who stood on the 24th floor and created a masterpiece throughout the year, when this masterpiece was completed, he started walking slowly to see it from a distance, he was so proud of the beauty of his masterpiece and his creation that he forgot that he was standing on a platform on the top of the twenty-four floor, with no railing on the right and back, he was walking slowly on this platform, down to dozens of people۔
So the people were stopping their breath and the artist was standing at a distance of one step from death and watching his picture. The man ruined the whole picture of the artist in a few seconds, the fire broke out in the body of the artist, he ran to the picture quickly, seeing him coming towards him, the person began to spoil the picture quickly, when the artist approached him, he put the brush down and ran, the artist ran after him, both of them ran down, the stranger entered the crowd and disappeared. The artist kept searching for it. Tired of looking, he sat on the sidewalk and looked at his picture from afar, his picture was ruined, he put his hand on his head and started crying, people gathered around him.
When he was tired of crying, people told him that the person you are thinking of as your enemy, he is your greatest helper. He saved you from dying. He looked up and looked at the top, people showed him the platform on which he was standing and death was only one step away from him. People told him that if he was not a stranger at the same time, he would not have been angry with him, and he would not have been angry with him, he would have died so far. Looked at his ruined picture, looked at the sky and gave millions of thanks to allaah, the artist thought he could make hundreds of such pictures in life but life could not find him again. He also thanked the stranger in his heart who saved him when he was taking the last step of his life. We are all like this artist. We stand at the last step in our own lives and there is no greater distance between us than death. It is only too late to take one step and we are free. At that time, allaah has mercy on us.
An angel comes from someone and starts brushing our picture and he turns water on our years of riyasat, we see our earnings wasted in front of us. At this time, we are also considering nature as our enemy and also the wrongdoers. But actually our failure is timely, it takes us back from the last step like an artist and saves us from great loss.
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