Cherishing people

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Back here after such a long time. The mind is so jumbled. Not enough clarity so as to be able to write something organised. Major changes in life. Happy about folks. Missing old times. Looking nostalgically at the trees while walking the road that leads to the department. Once friends used to walk that road with me. Then I started traversing it alone. Eventually I will stop walking it in a few days' time (literally, I mean. Metaphorically the road has been taken, alhamdulillah). So many little things to write about. I keep on listing them in my mind all day long and then end up writing absolutely nothing...

At the moment what occupies my mind is the conversation I had with a dearest friend yesterday. Years younger than myself, and about to get married, this little friend shared such valuable advice regarding marriage and life in general. She made me realise how blessed we were. Her talk contained such precious reminders that I felt the mist clearing off my mind. Alhamdulillah. She also shared an invaluable piece of writing on marriage by her Shaykh, which contains very important advice for the 'travellers' about to get married. Will surely write in detail about all those things once I get a little more settled (mentally).

The crux of this rambling post is yet another rambling thought: life is not easy, but walking on the difficult path of life becomes enjoyable when you have the company of those who themselves are clear about the purpose of life. Cherish them.

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M Umer Toor said…
Wow! MashaAllah! Mubarik! I can relate to this jumbled, rumbling thought process when one returns to writing after a long time
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