Recently somebody forwarded me a story written by a female American journalist. She was lamenting that Christian women in American were not as happy as their Muslim sisters in the comparatively poor countries in Asia. I would like to attest to that.
My sister in law lives in a riverine village about three kilometers from the town of Kuala Berang. Folks in that village are all related and they can trace their family tree right down to the tenth cousin so to speak. They are happy and contented, at peace with the world and with God. I think those villagers have the ingredient for happiness. They have a sense of belonging to a community which they consider their family. Without this familiness one would feel alienated and restless.
Americans on the other hand have small families and I can bet they don't know their tenth cousin. They are also alienated with God because they don't go to places of worship on regular basis as Muslims.
My sister in law lives in a riverine village about three kilometers from the town of Kuala Berang. Folks in that village are all related and they can trace their family tree right down to the tenth cousin so to speak. They are happy and contented, at peace with the world and with God. I think those villagers have the ingredient for happiness. They have a sense of belonging to a community which they consider their family. Without this familiness one would feel alienated and restless.
Americans on the other hand have small families and I can bet they don't know their tenth cousin. They are also alienated with God because they don't go to places of worship on regular basis as Muslims.
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