Fortuner life before reading succes

Fortunate Life Before Reaping Success On a beautiful morning, in a beautiful rice field, a farmer was seen standing looking at the rice plant in his wide green field stretched. It's been a month more rice in planting, now the leaves have been green. After wandering among the patches of his fields, his eyes stopped in the weeds between his crops. The grass is seen to flourish and even more fertile than the rice plant. Day the day, the sun is getting hotter. Without waiting for long, Pak Tani rolled up his sleeve, went down to the fields and weeded the grass on the sidelines of the pepadian. The plot after he cleaned, while the heat of the sun increasingly stung. Sweat Pak Tani pouring, occasionally he wiped his face with his sleeve. He does not care about the heat that burns his skin. Unconsciously the adhan Dhuhr reverberated from a distance. He paused, then stepped to the edge, walked down the embankment and stopped in a small hut in the middle of his field. He faned the hood on his head into his exhausted face, the gentle breeze refreshing his body, which was flushed and soaked with sweat. A bottle of drink he reached, with a few gulps he treated the thirst he had felt. A moment later he picked up the food beside him, opened it, and ate it greedily, nothing left. Ah ..., how delicious it is to eat in the middle of rice fields that begin to green with a breeze, accompanied by the chirping of birds. It's a natural scene ahead, a green expanse under the blue sky ... After feeling well rested, he rushed to a creek beside his rice field. He took wudlu water, went back to the hut, changed clothes, and ... Alloohu akbar! He stood facing the Qiblah with full kekhusyu'an. Masya Alloh, in the middle of his rice field he is not negligent to prostrate facing the Divine. After he finished his prayers, he continued his long work, clearing the grasses that grew among the crops