Moses was a messenger of Allah. He used to talk to God, on the hill, Koh-e-toor, and even, at home. The answers to the questions asked, were audible not only to Moses, but, even to the people, who were the height of purity.
One day, while going towards the hill, Moses encountered an old destitute, on the path. He had not eaten a wholesome diet, for his appetite, for ages. He paid respects to Moses, and pleaded to Him, to ask Allah, for the amount of food, leftover for Him, till the verge of his last breathe. Moses agreed, and left for the hill. In the conversation, Moses asked about that indigent to Allah. Allah answered, quoting a quantity of merely forty kilograms of grain, for his forty years of his life, as a remainder. Saddened by such a reply, while returning from the mountain, He conveyed the amount of grain left for him. The man requested Moses, to run back to the mount, for if Allah could give him that amount in a single go. Moses did the same, and at the peak, Allah warned Him, about the starvation, he would have to bear, the rest of his life. Moses accepted the notion, and the declared amount was bestowed to the needy. While the trip back home, Moses met the man, who was rejoicing seeing a wholesome cereal, after a long passage of time.
The man, cooked the entire stock of grain, at the same time, and invited all his impoverished colleagues, for receiving the feast, blessed by Allah. He ate, till his ‘meagre’ hunger got vanquished. All his friends enjoyed the food, till their hearts content. He didn’t bother about the pangs to borne, for next forty years, enjoyed the present. After the langar was completed, he was left with not even a single grain for rest of his life. The next day, eighty kilograms came to him, from Nowhere. He didn’t pay heed to the source of the edibles. Again, he cooked the entire eighty kilograms of grains, and served the rest to everyone, in need. Day by day, the volumes grew logarithmically; he started serving to the entire land, and to the entire nation. This went on for years.
One day, Moses decided to take the same path, to Koh-e-toor, to meet the impoverished man, whom He thought to be starving at the moment. When He came near his locality, he saw a huge villa, instead of a hut, and thousands of people were serving and being served by foodstuffs. They even invited Moses for receiving the langar. The man, who couldn’t receive a morsel of food, for days, was then a rich man. He came out, and said that they were the heavy showers of blessings from Allah. He quoted to Moses to be the witness of the manifestations of the blessings. Moses immediately ran up to the hill, and complained to Allah, for saying lies to Him, about the poor man, regarding his forty years of life, with just forty kilograms of food. Allah answered that only forty kilograms were inscribed in his destiny, but he didn’t eat forty kilograms on his own, he distributed it to all. Thus, the portions of luck of the people in need, illuminated his fortune, and he could no longer experience the paucity of grains. He gave a little, and received in in manifolds.
MORAL- The more we give, the more we receive.
Moses was quite old, his Mother, was also old enough. Moses practiced penance for eight-hundred years, and His Mother, would have been elder to Him, in proportionality. The time of demise of His Mother arrived. Allah proclaimed to Moses that His Mother was about to unite with the Oneness. Moses nodded, and felt that His Mother united with the Divine Light. This conversation was distinct and clear to all the inhabitants of the land of Egypt, not only to the pure minds. He said to Moses to introspect His words, before blabbering them; His Mother was no more. Moses was confused, and asked for the reason. In a firm voice, Allah answered that His Mother used to pray for forgiving His mistakes, whenever Moses elocuted anything, in a maundering tone. The Mother, who used to beseech for Moses, as He left His home for His chores, for bestowing forgiveness, was not in the physical form, and, From then, it was the responsibility of Moses Himself, to be thoughtful about the words, to be enunciated.
MORAL- A Mother is always loving for Her kids, and prays for their wellbeing, all day long. Mother’s love is to be cherished. Age of the children never influences the Love of a Mother.
We can grab intense love of a Mother, if tune our frequency with that of Her intensity of emanation. Blossoms in a garden are limited to an area, but the orchard of Mother’s Love is limitless.