December 18, 2011

Under the starless dark blue sky, sitting down on the wet green grass. I bend down and lay my head on mother’s lap. She can’t read minds. I’m tired: my soul, my body. I close my eyes partly. The light, it still travels through the gaps between my eyebrows. Straight and steady. Never accelerates, not it decelerates — obedient to the laws. Istiqaamah. Steadfast.

It’s real; this universe is real. And it’s not the end yet. I’m still alive. That fact is enough for me to regain my energy.

Because I believe the truth to be true, I should practice the truth.

I will never want my mind to be occupied by long, fantasy stories made up by neglectful humans. Even though they excite my heart with all these amazement and curiosity, it gives me nothing but a busy mind drown in unreality. Unfinished fictions that tie me. Characters that live in me. Endings that affect me endlessly.

And they don’t exist. They are unreal. Why on earth am I letting them live my life?

There is something more worthy to do with my time. There is a dream more worthy to attain with my life. All those hours, minutes, seconds.

The love of Allaah. Remembering Him.

How tranquil is silence, when one’s heart is aching from the war that’s pounding on his mind?
It’s too noisy inside. Nowhere is peaceful enough to recall why he is there. Standing idle on the sleepless earth, in the ephemeral, soundless obedient universe.

Don’t cling to the fantasy if it only makes you heedless of living the reality. Be free from the slavery of your desires, you have the ability to control it. You know well where you can find the real happiness, therefore run towards it.

Fulfill the promise you have made to yourself: you want the real happiness. Not the momentary ones, because they will lead you to pain and regret anyway.

Be honest with your promise.

Never, ever think about a matter that heavily occupies your mind, without seeking the help of Allaah.

Seek Allaah, even as little as making duaa for the tranquility in your heart as you approach the matter.

A miracle will happen. Something that you don’t expect to happen. Something will save you in the way of the disastrous road you are going through.

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