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#1 [Permalink] Posted on 16th April 2007 22:09

The Cracked Pot


A water bearer in Pakistan had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.

"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, Allah will use our flaws to grace the table (the world).

In Allah سبحانه وتعالى great economy, nothing goes to waste. So as we seek ways to minister together, and as Allah calls you to the tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway. Everything Allah Commands to be will Always become a reality.

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#2 [Permalink] Posted on 11th October 2009 22:10
Salaam

Just wanted everyone to take another look at this beautiful story ...

Made me feel sad when I was shown how little I know, appreciate and value the good in one of my siblings ... and perhaps all those who are similar to him, for indeed people are of types according to the clay from which they were fashioned.

May Allah, in His infinite bounty and grace, accept the good that we do and forgive our evil. Aaameen.

Bihibbikum yaa ikhwatee wa akhawaatee fid deen

Ma'as salaamah

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