Two and a half decades of life dead...

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Yet another year passed silently. This year the 'August 14th' was sombre. For me. For Pakistan. There is so much suffering around that it simply takes one's attention away from personal sorrows. Everything, however, is inextricably linked with each other. Personal and community life that is. Last night when the clock struck twelve, I picked up Imam Ghazzali's (may Allah have mercy on him) Remembrance of Death and Afterlife. It is one book that makes you weep every time you pick it up. I don't know why I picked it up last night. Probably the thought that I have already spent twenty five years of my life was way too overwhelming. Spent. Gone. Lost. All these words signify loss. There was so much I could do but I did not. There is so much I want to do but only time would tell if I am able to do all that. There were people who were perfectly healthy - alive and kicking - last year exactly on this very day. Today they are no more. Grave is surely the ultimate resting abode. And dust, the ultimate companion. And meeting with the Lord, the ultimate Truth of which we are mostly heedless...

Another year means the increase in the burden of consciousness. The more the consciousness, the more the pain. The more the pain, the more the reward (only if one exhibits enough patience). In any case, ease or hardship, all is from Allah - the best of Planners. May Allah grant me the tawfiq to please Him and stay pleased with whatever He chooses to do for me. aameen.

May Allah alleviate the sufferings of the people of Pakistan and the Muslim ummah. aameen.

Comments

Sharjeel said…
Ameen!

It’s a beautifully inscribed blog entry and touches bottom of heart. JazakAllah.
May Allah show us right path.
12:31 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Sharjeel:
aameen! jazaakumullahu khaira for the comment.
10:40 PM
M Umer Toor said…
the more the consciousness, the more the apin
1:10 AM
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