What is stale bread?
This stale bread you see in this picture was my compulsion until recently. But today I have lovingly prepared it for my food because my big memories are attached to this bread.
Often I forgot to order breakfast at night, now in the morning when I turned to the kitchen, the empty cabinet was making a mouth-rafter. Now that I could find nothing in the cabinet, the rest of the kitchen was dug. So this stale bread and eggs were found.
So sir, we were used to doing two hands with this bread, after heating the stale bread, we applied real Desi ghee and sat down with the egg. Half the bread was eaten for breakfast and half kept in his tiff in.
I would remember from now on and order breakfast at night. Even today, tea will have to be accompanied by the same household bread and food, which becomes quite difficult to eat while drinking tea at break time and checking children's homework diaries. Today, when I turned to the kitchen when I was hungry, my hand went to this stale bread even after all the blessings around the world were present, and I felt a different taste when I sat down to eat with the egg and ghee bread in the same way. It felt like something was missing in today's bread, as if I was forgetting something, as if it had lost its taste when the atmosphere changed. Is that possible?
Yes it is possible because it is my experience today and now. When I sat down and ate with my dear children, I was also saving a mug of tea with one hand that read (I need a vacation) and children were smiling at such a big mug of tea in my hand, sometimes asking, "Miss, do you like holidays?" And my answer was always "Yes, there used to be a lot of "Children note everything, one thing, I once had a workshop in which food etiquette and food saints were told to the children, then I realized that now the children were monitoring each of my movements during the meal break, How I eat, how I drink. One thing was in their eyes. One of the Sunnah’s of food is to eat with three fingers, not with the fifth fingers. Now, this was my biggest task. So I accomplished this task in such a way that by placing this bread in front of the children, I said, "I'm practicing eating with three fingers from today, who will support me in this exercise?" And my entire army joined me. Then did teacher and his children all get into the habit of eating with three fingers? But it's been a long time now, I’m changing this habit, I don't have the kids who used to interrupt me while eating, and I apologized and ate with three fingers again. Now I remember, why my bread tastes changed. Not only the little angels before me, who used to cool bread and tea as they ran after them. Then, in return, artificial anger had to be shown when it would come when I would be able to eat bread peacefully. Come on, let the morning tea be hot. Who saw yesterday, did you know that what was coming out of the tongue so carelessly would ever be fulfilled, and so that it would be fulfilled to bring tears to the eyes? This is not a normal time, nor is it like a normal summer vacation. The last time I saw my children was on February 26, followed by two days of vacation and growing up. Yesterday, a message was received from his school announcing that all children would be promoted to the next class.
The heart was extinguished, now they will never be able to see these children together in a group, they could not even be loved or prayed for by Allah Hafiz. I remember many women role models in this field, I remember a lot of their words, one thing I remember now is that "Allah has put these children in the thrall and handed them over to us, that they should be trained and make them a charity for yourself." I don't know if they could train well or not, I don't know if Allah agreed even after so much hard work. Even after good and good intentions, there was no lapse. That innocent child, nothing we said injured their hearts. I pray to Allah for all these children to return to their original life. May Allah choose them for your religion, for your way? The time spent with them cannot come back at all when the time comes back. Time goes by.
He sat down to write this writing with very scattered thoughts because yesterday a farewell message was written for his children, All the children read, their mothers read, how many children and their mothers heard the crying accents in the voice message. Those whose voices were chirping were also heart-rending. What you never heard, never seen, never thought, such a time has come. But the hadith of the Messenger of Allah comes to mind that "I have been sent as a teacher" and we are also people from the field of knowledge, so in every case, we have to follow the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) So that they can easily teach their children the lessons that ourselves follow, so as the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said these words in a state of great sorrow, we also say: "The eye shed tears, the heart is sad, but yet we will say the same thing that our Lord will be pleased with. "The purpose of this life is to please Allah in any case. There is a lot of grief, but there are many prayers for your students.
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