I had Mazgooth Laham Haashi (Mazgooth Camel) with Syed this afternoon. It was just like beef and this was the first time I was eating camel meat.
On the way back came Syed's joke... One person was replying to an email to a friend who recently sent him an email. He wrote, "I am well, and hope that you are also in the same well"!
Oops! Do you think I should have jumped out of the car and run! :)
Syed and I were waiting for our order to be delivered on our table in Taj Mahal Restaurant in Sultana Street. We had already washed our hands and were eagerly waiting to start attacking the Veg Fried Rice of that Hyderabadi Restaurant.
As were sitting, Syed reminded me of the interesting joke that he had told me earlier. Certain jokes are like that! How many times we may hear, still they cause us to burst out into laughter. This was one of them.
An Islami scholar was sitting to have food with another person. There came the fod plate, with rice on one side and chicken on the other. It happened to be that rice was on the scholars side and chicken was on the other person's side. After thinking for a moment, the scholar turned the plate to make chicken on his side!
Seeing this unexpected behavior from the scholar, the other man obviously asked, "Scholar, why did you do that?". To his surprise, the answer came instantly. "You know, the legs of the chicken was facing the Qibla, that's why I turned it towards the opposite side!". Ha ha ha!
Note: For those who don't understand what is Qibla, it is the direction facing which Muslims pray (towards Ka'ba in Makkah), and it is advised that the believers should not place their foot facing the Qibla.
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'.
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplace.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Close this page
2. Share with others
May your day, be a Shay Day!
As usual, Syed was in good mood yesterday. PSS project for Madinah is nearing completion and we have a demo to client users this Sunday, so he came to MDA office by Magrib and I also joined him by Isha paryer time.
After spending some time on the demo scenarios sent us by the development and design teams, we went to have something from outside. My lunch with the Farhan Store Supermarket team was heavy and the hangover of the beef biriyani was not over yet. He also told that he had nice lunch. Still we wanted to have something before it is too late and hotels are closed.
On the way to the search for hotel, I happened to see some Ad or so of Baskin Robins ice cream and I just remembered that this is among the brands I boycott. I explained that there may always be a reason for boycotting, rather if I feel like some brand is a multi national and is against the interest of common man, then I boycott.
By the time I finished completing this, Syed Wa almost ready with his instant kick. He simply said, it is bad that you are always doing boycott, once in a while do girlcott also!
Uh! I couldn't really express anything other than just bursting out into laughter!
He reminded me that what I wrote in an earlier post is wrong and I too agreed, because it is not just when the stomach is full that these instant shots come out of his mouth, rather it is like that always!
May be, I was just thinking about his wife and especially daughter, Juwairiya. What fault did they make in this life to bear all his wits! (Just kidding)... Ha ha ha!
An interesting exchange between two geniuses:
Einstein said to Chaplin: "What I most admire about your art... You don't say a word, and the rest of the world understands you."
"It is true", answered Chaplin, "but your glory is even greater. The whole world admires you, even though they don't understand a word of what you say!
