4 days ago

Amyn Dahya

Miracles do happen…

I have refrained thus far from sharing a miraculous personal experience which almost borders on the unbelievable side but seeing what is happening in our world with COVID 19, compels me to share it.

It happened in 1970. Two years prior, my parents had invested their life savings in a farm located some twenty-five kilometres from Mombasa, where we grew tomatoes and market garden vegetables for the local tourist hotels. That year, we had planted our crops in time and awaited the rains, which failed to come, leaving all the local farming community in great distress. We were headed for a drought. For us, crop failure meant bankruptcy, as we did not have the financial staying power that some of our more established neighbours did.

When our tomato seedlings began to droop steeply, suggesting imminent crop failure, I recall my mother asking my father, brother, and I to join her in prayer that evening because she said we absolutely needed a miracle to save us; and prayer was the only way. When we sat down together, she reminded us that this prayer was to be taken very seriously where each one of us was required to engage our hearts and souls fully. She reminded us to directly plead with our Creator for help in complete earnest. We sat in deep prayer for over an hour, focusing on one thing alone…the blessing of rain.

The sky opened up for us that night, showering heavy rain onto our farm in abundance. We were elated and deeply grateful. The next morning, on our way to town, my father stopped to congratulate a neighbour for the blessing of rain, whose farm was located some 2 km from ours. He looked at us with shock and asked if that was a sick joke? His land was bone dry, like ours was the day before.

That year, we had a bumper crop, as our farm was one of a handful of key producers, giving us our much-needed financial stability. I had learned that prayer has the power to defy all odds and have drawn upon this strength my entire life, with humility and gratitude. Therefore, I urge you all, my dear friends, to dedicate time for focused prayer for humanity in this difficult period, seeking safety, healing, and a swift end to the COVID crisis. Let us pray for our communities for unity, compassion, and compliance with all the safety procedures; for protection of our brave and dedicated health care workers; and for economic relief for those afflicted financially. There is so much for us to pray for…let us make it a priority to offer this spiritual service of love towards our fellow beings, for it is so desperately needed today…
©Amyn Dahya
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2 weeks ago

Amyn Dahya

March 20th is International Day of Happiness…what makes it so special?

I ask myself, what is happiness? Everybody has experienced it in some way, shape or form, but how does one approach happiness at a fundamental, practical level…?

Eight-year- old Sam says, “when I am happy, I feel good. It makes me laugh”. This raises the question, how long does happiness actually last? Just a few moments? After all, it disappears when the next challenge, downer, or unpleasant thought comes along. So, does that makes happiness fragile and fleeting?

Twenty-year-old Sarah says, “It makes me feel great and ecstatic. I just want it to go on and on, but we all know that’s not possible. Still, I savour every moment of it while it lasts.”

Forty-year-old Anna says, “It makes me feel free, at peace and secure…” Now here is potential longevity to happiness, I muse. She has experienced happiness from its fleeting form to a more stable state today. I then ask her my usual test question, “How are you today Anna?” She replies, “I am fine…” That was not the answer I was looking for.

Finally, sixty-year-old Ahmed says, “Happiness is a state of mind. I choose to be happy over everything else.”
“How do you achieve that?”, I asked.
He replied, “I don’t take life so seriously anymore. I don’t get worked up about every little thing that happens, like I used to. I view life as a journey that is getting shorter each day, and therefore, I choose to be happy and enjoy every precious moment. I have wasted too many priceless years being stressed and unhappy, which has gotten me nowhere.”
He broke out into a smile and concluded, “I have only made my doctors richer…”
Great answer, I thought. Finally, I asked him my test question, “How are you today Ahmed?” He smiled and replied, “I am happy…”

My dear friends, let’s make happiness a state of being. When someone asks us that test question, our intuitive answer should be ‘happy’. If we can do that, we have finally anchored ourselves in happiness…)))
©Amyn Dahya
Have a blessed week ahead my dear friends, graced with love, laughter and happiness…
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2 weeks ago

Amyn Dahya

Algo que necesitamos más en estos tiempos difíciles...

A mediados de los 90, un colega y yo estábamos almorzando en una hamburguesería de comida rápida en el aeropuerto de Hong Kong, cerca de nuestra puerta de embarque, donde vi a un hombre indio desaliñado, sin afeitar, que probablemente tenía unos cuarenta años, alimentándose de las sobras de las mesas. Sus ropas parecían sucias y con un olor acre y rancio. Le pregunté sobre su situación y me dijo que había aterrizado en Hong Kong hace muchos días y que había perdido su conexión con la India. Ninguna aerolínea estaba dispuesta a asumir la responsabilidad de llevarlo a casa porque sus reservas se habían hecho en múltiples aerolíneas para conseguir la tarifa más baja posible. Se había quedado sin dinero y tuvo que vivir de las sobras de las tiendas de comida rápida. Suplicó ayuda con los diferentes mostradores de las aerolíneas diariamente, pero todos lo rechazaron diciendo que no había nada que pudieran hacer por él. Su deteriorado estado de higiene tampoco ayudó.

Caminé con él hasta el escritorio de la aerolínea con la que volaba, y tan pronto como las jóvenes lo vieron, noté que un muro de desdén apareció rápidamente ante sus caras. Se quejaron de que se había convertido en una molestia, molestándolas constantemente cada vez que tenían un momento libre. Su incapacidad para hablar inglés empeoró las cosas. Educada pero firmemente, pregunté a los jóvenes agentes limpios e impecablemente vestidos si podían imaginarse cómo sería intercambiar lugares con él. Al final del día, tenían una casa y una familia a la que ir, donde podían darse una ducha y una comida caliente. ¿Y qué pasa con él? Su familia en la India no tenía ni idea de lo que le había pasado a su ser querido. Hubo un completo silencio. Mis palabras habían marcado claramente la diferencia con ellos. Su actitud cambió completamente del desdén a la cooperación. Todo lo que necesitaban era un recordatorio para ver las cosas desde un punto de vista alternativo.

Después de largas discusiones con ellos y su supervisor, finalmente se acordó que la aerolínea lo llevaría a casa, si mi colega y yo estuviéramos dispuestos a compartir el costo. Cuando se dio cuenta de que en realidad se iba a casa en dos horas, no pudo contener su felicidad. Estalló en lágrimas y lloró como un niño pequeño. Después de recoger algunos artículos de aseo para ayudarle a asearse, y de invitarle a una comida caliente, nos acercamos a su puerta para asegurarnos de que subiera a bordo. Le dimos algo de dinero adicional para que pudiera llegar a su pueblo desde el aeropuerto. Mientras nos despedíamos, nos miró con ojos llorosos, diciendo que nunca podría pagarnos. Le dijimos que estaba bien. Lo único lo que pedimos fue que nos recordara en sus oraciones, y que la deuda sería saldada en su totalidad. Recuerdo hasta el día de hoy lo poderosa que era su expresión facial en ese momento. Sentí una oleada de energía fluyendo a través de mi ser, permitiéndome apreciar el verdadero poder de la compasión. Fue un privilegio haber sido agraciado con una experiencia tan iluminadora. Me di cuenta de que éramos los mayores beneficiarios de todo este evento...

Mis queridos amigos, estamos atravesando un período que se volverá más desafiante en los próximos días, con el virus Covid 19. Tendremos que abordar esta compleja situación con unidad, un fuerte sentido de comunidad y, sobre todo, una gran compasión hacia los demás. Muchos de nosotros podemos quedar varados o en desventaja, pero con un poder compartido de compasión, todos saldremos adelante...
©Amyn Dahya
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2 weeks ago

Amyn Dahya

Something we need the most in these challenging times…

In the mid 1990’s a colleague and I were having lunch at a fast food burger restaurant in Hong Kong airport, close to our departure gate, where I noticed a scruffy looking, unshaven, Indian man who was probably in his forties, feeding off scraps and leftovers from the tables. His clothes appeared dirty and wreaked of a pungent, stale odour. I enquired about his plight and he told me that he had landed in Hong Kong many days ago and missed his connection to India. No airline was willing to take the responsibility for getting him home because his bookings had been done on multiple airlines to achieve the lowest possible fare. He had run out of money and had to live off scraps from the fast food outlets. He pleaded for help with the different airline desks daily, but they all brushed him off saying there was nothing they could do for him. His deteriorating state of hygiene did not help either.

I walked over with him to the desk of the carrier I was flying with, and as soon as the young ladies saw him, I noticed a wall of disdain rapidly appear before their faces. They complained that he had become a nuisance, constantly bothering them every time they had a free moment. His inability to speak English made matters worse. Politely but firmly, I asked the clean, impeccably dressed young agents if they could possibly imagine what it would be like trading places with him? At the end of the day, they had a home and family to go to, where they could have a shower and a hot meal. What about him? His family in India had no clue what had happened to their loved one. There was complete silence. My words had clearly struck a chord with them. Their attitude completely shifted from disdain to cooperation. All they needed was a reminder to see things from an alternative point of view.

After long discussions with them and their supervisor, it was finally agreed that the airline would fly him home, as long as my colleague and I were willing to share in the cost. When he realized he was actually going home in two hours, he could not contain his happiness. He burst into tears and cried like a little child. After picking up some toiletries to help him clean up, and treating him to a hot meal, we walked over with him to his gate to ensure he got on board. We gave him some additional money so that he could get to his village from the airport. As we bid him farewell, he looked at us with teary eyes, saying he could never repay us. We said it was fine. All we asked was that he remember us in his prayers, and the debt would be settled in full. I remember to this day how powerful his facial expression was at that moment. I felt a surge of energy flow through my being, enabling me to appreciate the true power of compassion. It was a privilege to have been graced with such an enlightening experience. I realized that we were the greater beneficiaries in this whole event...

My dear friends, we are going through a period that will get more challenging in the coming days, with the Covid 19 virus. We will need to approach this complex situation with unity, a strong sense of community, and above all, a great deal of compassion towards one another. So many of us may get stranded or disadvantaged, but with a shared power of compassion, we will all come through just fine…
©Amyn Dahya
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3 weeks ago

Amyn Dahya

¿Tan sensibles no estamos volviendo?

Recibí un mensaje muy desagradable en Whatsapp de una anciana que conozco desde hace mucho tiempo. Ella esperaba que pasaran varias cosas, que no pasaron, y decidió culparme por ello. Cuando leí su mensaje, me sorprendí y me consterné por su ira y su elección de palabras. Cuando era más joven, simplemente habría bloqueado su número y continuado con la vida, como si ella no existiera. Después de todo, el tiempo es tan valioso. ¿Por qué querría desperdiciarlo en una persona así? Una reacción perfectamente comprensible que la mayoría de nosotros tendría, ¿no es así...?

En lugar de terminar nuestra relación por ese mensaje, le escribí diciéndole que no creía que fuera en serio lo que había dicho y que no iba a romper una relación de décadas por ello, por muy hirientes que fueran sus palabras. Le dije que iba a ignorar su mensaje y olvidar que había sucedido. El silencio siguió entre nosotros durante un tiempo, y la siguiente vez que hablamos, el asunto nunca surgió. Había sido enterrado para siempre. Hasta el día de hoy, continuamos disfrutando de una gran relación.

Mis queridos amigos, intentemos medir nuestras relaciones con dos frascos de cristal, etiquetados como "Más" y "Menos". Por cada experiencia feliz o positiva que disfrutamos con una persona, ponemos una moneda de oro en su frasco de "Más". Por cada experiencia negativa o dolorosa, ponemos una moneda de plata en el frasco "Menos". Cuando algo drástico sucede, y se percibe un punto de ruptura en la relación, echa un vistazo a ambos frascos antes de decidir tu próximo paso. Si está lleno de brillantes monedas de oro y muy pocas de plata, la respuesta es evidente. Si resulta ser lo contrario, entonces puedes estar en paz con cualquier decisión que tomes, ya que se basará en un esfuerzo justo de tu parte.

En mi caso, en lo que respecta a esta dama, un frasco estaba lleno, brillante y dorado, lo que trascendía completamente las pocas monedas de plata del otro. Por lo tanto, ignorar ese mensaje de Whatsapp salvó una amistad que no merecía morir...

Se necesita toda una vida de esfuerzo para construir una relación y segundos para terminarla. Qué terrible pérdida de tiempo invertido y de emoción sería. Agradezco a los cielos por los dos pequeños frascos que me han ayudado a mantener un corazón sano y de piedra hasta ahora...
©Amyn Dahya

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