Little Candle

Aum Sairam

May This Thursday [Baba's Day] Bring You Strength, Good luck, Success,
Happiness And Joy

Once upon a time a little candle stood in a room filled with other
candles, most of them much larger and much more beautiful than she was.
Some were ornate and some were rather simple, like her. Some were
white, some were blue, some were pink, and some were green. She had no
idea why she was there, and the other candles made her feel rather
small and insignificant.

When the sun went down and the room began to get dark, she noticed a
large man walking toward her with a ball of fire on a stick. She
suddenly realized that the man was going to set her on fire. "No, no!!"
she cried, "Aaaaagghhh! Don't burn me, please!" But she knew that she
could not be heard and prepared for the pain that would surely follow.

To her surprise, the room filled with light. She wondered where it came
from since the man had extinguished his fire stick. To her delight, she
realized that the light came from herself.

Then the man struck another fire stick and, one by one, lit the other
candles in the room. Each one gave out the same light that she did.

During the next few hours, she noticed that, slowly, her wax began to
flow. She became aware that she would soon die. With this realization
came a sense of why she had been created. "Perhaps my purpose on earth
is to give out light until I die," she mused. And that's exactly what
she did. God created you and me to produce light in a dark world.

Like that little candle, we all can produce the same amount of light on
this beautiful Thursday [Baba's Day], no matter how small we are or
what color we might be. But we can't produce light until we receive it
from an outside source. That source is God, the light of the world.

Allah Malik