It bruises your ego. You reach out reluctantly for your cell phone. It's in you, the desire to be the starter. You attempt vigorously to press your fingertips firmly against the round buttons, you sense something determined inside of you urging you to not make this call though. You believe that this initiative will weaken you; you believe that it will belittle yourself in front of many. It's a fake thought that your ego plants carefully inside your mind. It's a reason your boastful self is sending silently to impair your will. I knew surely that he's mistaken. Frankly, I found calling him to send my greetings and asking about him a really unacceptable act. After all, he's the one who decided to refrain from dealing with me. Whenever I found myself starting to consider calling him or sending him a message, I found thousands of opposing thoughts, sponsored by my ego, gushing mercilessly into my mind. These thoughts enhanced my perception of the situation; they killed every voice in me that has been trying to implore me for being a real influential Muslim who embraces humbleness, and cares passionately about people even if these people owe me.
But NO! This is Ramadan, a holy month in which I should seek purification and Allah's forgiveness. He's mistaken, I know. It is hard and it is killing me, I am absolutely aware of that. But I really want him to understand that I harbor no grudges. We've been together in college for 3 whole years. Yes, maybe we are different. Maybe it is true that we possess different traits. Maybe it was the right thing to simply desire not dealing with each other again. But I still am kindly supposed to melt my prejudices, and call him with a gleeful and sincere tone, wishing him, from the bottom of my heart, a pleasant Ramadan and a truly satisfying life.
Mummy and Daddy named me ''Muhammad.'' They sure did that for a reason. They had expectations. They had a child held gingerly in their hands, twitching and tumbling about naively. They aspired that he would be something of significance one day. They desired that this little Muhammad would be a good, influential Muslim. I do not want to fail them. I do not want to fail Allah and serve as another pacing human, coveting what pleases him transiently. I really love Islam. I know that I rarely do represent it beautifully. I know that I am stuffed with repulsive strains and worthy of change traits. But I really do love Allah and my beautiful amazing Islam. I want to represent it. I want to taste its goodness in every prayer, in every time I happily shake hands with a brother.
You have no idea. The way it feels to log on this life style. The misconceptions sent purposefully are your worst enemy. The way it feels to eye those who pray earnestly is heart melting. How they oppose, and how they embrace what's in their best interest. How they advise with pure intents, how they care and how willing they’re to support and tolerate the hurtful comments of those who have a flair for condemning with a fragile understanding. It belittles and devalues our instinctive love for life. It urges us to change our life and squash our egotistic tendencies to listen only with ears and see with blind eyes.
Let's make the best use of Allah's provision of mercy in this month. Let's call everyone. Let's give a hand, fast to sense the bitterness of spending homeless nights without something to eat. Let's come to terms with our vulnerable nature. Let's not allow the carefully stitched brand names and sleekly designed cars lure us into thinking that we're of a more sophisticated nature. Let's thank the only one who's worthy of thanking endlessly. This month is a boon. It's a chance to embracing happiness and living sincerely and goodly.
Choose happiness; love your creator to dazzling extents. Value the blessings you have in your life. Enjoy the amazing way it feels to tilt a cold bottle of water and gulp down the resource that Allah gifted us; the resource that we take for granted and never pause short to value its existence.
Enjoy Ramadan everybody; enjoy being dazzling representatives of Islam :).
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: The 1st day in Ramadan :) !
