There was a young man and he decided to sell his bike.

The bike was in very excellent condition and he knew that he could sell it
in very good price.Before going to the market he decided to visit his old neighbours house who used to sit in the chair outside
his house and watch the world go by.

“assalamualaikum my good neighbour, where are you off to?” the old man asked.

The young chap said,” I am going to sell this by today for sure because nowadays this stylish bikes are in Trend and I will make a
good money out of it to start a business.”

“Son, don’t forget to say in sha Allah”, the thoughtful neighbour said.

The boy replied,”No, why should I?’

His white-bearded neighbour shook his head in disapproval.

With a smirk on his face, off the arrogant lad went to the market to sell his motorbike.

“What a silly old man,” he mocked.

Afternoon had come.

The chap stood there, at the market, waiting for hours for possible customers. Nobody seemed interested in his motorbike.

Finally, near the end of closing time, an excited customer looked at his motorbike and examined it for more than a couple of
minutes.

“How much are you selling this bike for?” asked the customer.

“ Rs 25000!” he told the potential buyer.

“Let me test it first, then I will decide,” the man offered.

“Sure!” he quickly passed him his helmet and key, “I’m sure you are not going to be disappointed.”

The potential buyer got on the motorbike and rode away. The young man felt confident that he would not come home empty-
handed today.

Half an hour passed. One hour passed. Two hours passed. The customer was no where to be seen!

The young chap waited and waited. It was starting to get dark but he decided to wait for a few more hours. He got so tired that
he started to sleep on some rocks.

Kukrookkoo

He was awakened by the crowning of hens that lived on a farm nearby. It was already morning!

The lad sat up and looked around. Still no sign of his motorbike.

With tears rolling down his eyes, he finally realised that he had been cheated.

On his way home, he met the nice old neighbour again. He was curious as to what had happened.

“So, my son. How did it go? You’ve got your money?”

With his head down, the heart-broken young man cried as he replied,”I regret not saying ‘In shaa Allah’. You were right, Uncle.”

MORAL OF THE STORY:-WE DON’T KNOW IF OUR PLAN IS GOING TO WORK OR NOT, IF IT WORKS THEN ITS BECAUSE OF ALLAH’S
WILL.So always say In sha Allah