What sacrifices have you made in life?
Some of them are personal which can’t be shared, ie those in the name of God, and you want the rewards in the Hereafter to be saved from hell fire. Whenever I would say that I’m doing this (a good deed) so I’m not thrown into Jahannum (hell fire), my late husband would eye me, and remark that I must have done something really evil that I feel so afraid. I would be irked beyond words at his assumption, and would be mad at him for thinking badly of me.
I can mention the recent sacrifice I’m making of my time. My granddaughter Maryam wants me to play all the time with her. It does become irksome, cause I can’t do anything when she is awake. She dodges my footsteps, climbing my bed covered with food (she hates to wear a bib), running her dirty hands over my face. I can’t talk to anyone except her. If I talk to her mother, she cries to make me stop. If my daughter phones, I can’t talk. I can only pay attention to her royal highness.
Of course there is an instant reward instead of waiting for the hereafter. Her love for me, which is most gratifying. Her father bought a stool in the form of a lion for her. No one was allowed to sit on it by Maryam. Her Mom couldn’t use it as a foot stool. She would start crying the minute anyone touched it. It was hers’ alone. I sat on it, and she was dancing around me to the amazement of her parents.
Son is holding the youngest one in his lap.
Flowers and Breezes 