reflections on a rainy morn.
Wonderful Earth ! so so temporary a place for Man to live in, a mere
tool only, to use the world temporary to get to another, a permanent place..
Earn each day, my good deeds, and use the "Earth tool" !
Gently extract its riches but cause no environmental damage .
Use Time, my greatest wealth and asset, wisely !
Realise that i am but an abject slave, never a master, no matter
what others may think about me. A single nerve, moved from its place will
remind me what i really am, a helpless being . To what purpose then is
arrogance, when i may have to rely, depend upon a male ward attendant at a
hospital to help me pee, all the while I am in agony, difficulty and pain.
Rulers of the world , please reflect !
Realise I don't own the earth tho' i buy and sell bits and parts of
it. Earth belongs to Him who created it from nothing, from nonexistence, and I
can't even create a man eating Maggot, having all science at my disposal.
Know for sure that only the sand of my grave will put an end to my
craving, my greed for wealth and honour..All wealth, all terrestrial stuff will
surely give evidence one day to its owner, abut me; how i earned it and how i
spent every penny of it, Halal and Haram earnings, both !
My tongue, that inarticulate muscle mass once my soul has left it,
will once again be given life, resurrected, wholly articulate and together with
the Earth, be commanded to speak and sing it shall about me. So let me walk and
talk with very great care !Everything I say and do is being recorded in a way
that leaves out nothing, not even my thoughts ! Move over Google, the CIA and
every minute intelligence gathering apparatus.
Appreciate every moment, enjoy every drop of rain that falls, every
burst of scent from my jasmine tree, every mango eaten by my neighbours, the
birds and squirrels. They have every right to the fruit i grow.
No, I'm not the master of my fate ,nor am i the master of all i see;
merely an observer, a flotsam, a microdot of creation, moving within the
natural laws of the world even if i was the owner of the Burj Khalifa. Soon to
pass on, soon to mingle amongst the dust, sands, fauna and flora of earth is
the fate of my body and widely scattered will I remain , till He who made me
the first time will bring me back exactly, even to my fingertips !
Trading with the stuff of this world, i nevertheless do not own
them; merely a renter of a trust that needs to be returned in good order,
before i depart.
Trials and tribulations of Dunya(this world) are but fleeting tests.
Equanimity and the larger word, Sabr, is required. Rest content. No worries no
issues, no matter what my condition be!
All praise is to Allah alone, for returning my life to me from the
death thats my daily sleep; to whom I shall inevitably return, to
whom all accounts shall be rendered. May the interview be a happy one !
Allahumma anta rabbi , la ilaha illa anta; anta khalqtani,wa ana
abduka....
post Fajr,on my balcony watching the
gentle rain patter down.
Colombo 6th May 2013.
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