بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ
We shook hands and the Homeless man said something like 'youre a very good person.' If he had reasons to be grateful, than how many reasons do we have brothers and sisters to be grateful?
رَّبَّنَا إِنِّي أَسْكَنتُ مِن ذُرِّيَّتِي بِوَادٍ غَيْرِ ذِي زَرْعٍ عِندَ بَيْتِكَ الْمُحَرَّمِ رَبَّنَا لِيُقِيمُوا الصَّلَاةَ فَاجْعَلْ أَفْئِدَةً مِّنَ النَّاسِ تَهْوِي إِلَيْهِمْ وَارْزُقْهُم مِّنَ الثَّمَرَاتِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَشْكُرُونَ
"Our Lord, I have settled some of my descendants in an uncultivated valley near Your sacred House, our Lord, that they may establish prayer. So make hearts among the people incline toward them and provide for them from the fruits that they might be grateful."
The project, the run, it isn't only about them. It is about *us*, the volunteers, and the brothers, who walk in the city giving food to the Homeless. We are reminded about the blessings we have forgotten and taken for granted. The experience is a reminder. A reminder of the condition of others. Like dipping your hand in a ice cold bucket to remind yourself how cold is cold. A Reminder of our own good conditions. A reminder to be grateful to Allah who has provided us with innumerable blessings.
يَعْمَلُونَ لَهُ مَا يَشَاءُ مِن مَّحَارِيبَ وَتَمَاثِيلَ وَجِفَانٍ كَالْجَوَابِ وَقُدُورٍ رَّاسِيَاتٍ ۚ اعْمَلُوا آلَ دَاوُودَ شُكْرًا ۚ وَقَلِيلٌ مِّنْ عِبَادِيَ الشَّكُورُ
They made for him what he willed of elevated chambers, statues, bowls like reservoirs, and stationary kettles. Work, O family of Dawood [David], in gratitude. And few of My servants are grateful."
(29th Ramadan, 2016, updated)