There are a lot of wonderful things around us, it is just that we do not notice them or too busy to notice them. People are wonderful because they are full of wonder. Everyone that we meet in this life is indeed a god sent gift to us. To know them and to learn from them is a marvel.
Firas is a marvel to me. He never fails to wear a smile on his face whenever I see him. Whenever I see him, I will smile too. This is the sort of things that we would want to happen. People bring happiness to other people. Everytime I have an encounter with him, it makes me feel that this world is full of wonderful people and I will smile too. He once told me that his problem is financially related problem. Even then, I always see him smiling. When he sees we are reading Quran or teaching kids in the Musollah, he says Alhamdulillah and they way he says it really shows that he really means it and it comes from soncere heart. You know, you can feel when one praise something, weather it comes from a sincere or unsincere emotion. He really shows us that he is happy to see these sort of things happening around. He will always reminds me of how beautiful this world can be if we have people like him.
Sometimes we are afraid or may be uncomfortable to admit our life style as a Muslim. My every encounter with Faiz will see him wearing the white robe with a jacket outside if it s winter time. At first, it kind of surprised me and today I think he is a man of his own culture, of his own religion. He does not feel bad displaying his culture of his belief to other people. If we think again, why should we be afraid to tell them or to show them what we believe. I never notice anyone that feels uncomfortable with his presence and nor does him. He walks around the university with what he believes and with what he has been brought up with and we should too. Soft-spoken and can never easily get angry, Faiz is a perfect example of a real practitioner. Do we ever think why the Jews never feel awkward wearing their little thingy on top o their head? Do we ever think why the Buddhist monk walks around with his bald head wearing his yellow robe without even some feeling of shame even though he is surrounded with people wearing jeans and jacket? and why should we?
