بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ
In the name of Allah the beneficent, the Merciful
Feelings, emotions are a marvel of Allah’s creation. We’ve been given a precious set of diamonds that we expel in deep grief. People disturb other’s inner world and force them into tears so lavishly. Playing with other’s feelings has become an art. People take pride in their achievement when they cheated so and so. These diamonds are priceless. Had we any idea of their price we would have never let a single tear fall because of our actions.
I walk back after another tough day at college. Go straight into the bed and shed a couple of tears. How can people be so empty? The most logical and intelligent lot of the nation comes here to learn the skills that will earn them a nice living. What about your life? I see people spending their life finding a living, and forgetting the very purpose of life. Yes, I’m hurt! I’ve shed a lot of tears for you. I was astonished that you couldn’t complete a single sentence without appending an abusive-word to it. You left me so alone. I couldn’t follow you, and you didn’t follow me. When I followed your foot-steps you took me to fire. When I followed your gaze you made me bow down in shame. I never asked you to value my tears. I never asked you to ponder over my words. But, isn’t it a sensible thing to ask you to value the tears of the best person ever? Don’t you remember how many nights he spent weeping, and asking Allah for you? Do you have a heart? Doesn’t it make you think? Doesn’t it value things other than materials? Today you neglect his tears, and tomorrow he neglects you. Before, I leave, give me a little smile. You’ve given me a lot of tears. For, I will not return! May Allah guide and forgive you all.
I walk into the streets, and I see people heedlessly adopting different ways of life. Sister! You think it’s your personal act? ‘I didn’t opt for hijab, it’s my life, why is it bothering you?’ Sigh…I wanted you to beautify yourself. Hijab is your ornament. I wanted you to adopt the divine means of protection. Why are you making your life difficult? You are living in a society, you commit a sin openly and you think it’s your personal act? Have you ever thought how you are contributing to the destruction of the society? Are you blind? You adopt every glittering path that’s shown to you on the media and you are unable to see the golden path set for you by Ummi Aisha RA and Sayyidah Fatimah RA. I see in you the potential to raise mujaahid and ulema, only if you value yourself. Change yourself, change your preferences. For long, I’ve wished to see in you the bravery of Aisha RA, the understanding of Khadija RA and the piousness of Fatimah RA, but you find better ideals in actresses. Don’t I deserve a little happiness? Would you listen to me, when I talk for your benefit only? For, I will not return! May Allah guide and forgive you all.
How can I be happy when I see people running towards fire? How can I be contented? When the non-religious group is hurting me through its action and the religious one’s have invented their own way to break my heart. How many times I was told that I was proud? How many times I was told that I am in actual a fitna? How many times I was accused of Kufr? How many times I was told that I am an extremist? How many times I was told that I am too moderate? Why? If the non-religious don’t follow me and the religious don’t support, in whom will I find some hope? How many people told me that they loved me for Allah, and later on they informed me that I was of no help to them? Why? Because I was not of their group, because some of my concepts didn’t match with theirs, because the level of moderation I learnt was not similar to theirs, because the degree of dynamism I learn didn’t conform to their view. They’d spend hours proving to me how much wrong I was committing. They won’t see my passion, they won’t see my desire, and they won’t see the fire in my heart. For them, all my efforts, all my knowledge was futile, because I didn’t belong to their group. There were many who could read my intention and told me that they are ‘impure’. To all of them I say: I am hurt! You can’t count my tears I shed because of you. We’ll settle our problems later now, for I have to go and I will not return. May Allah guide and forgive you all.
This is the world of confusion. Friends, family, media and even scholars keep on multiplying your tensions. The immediate response to these confusions is stress and an urge to escape and run into isolation. Hold on! Allah knows! Living in this age of confusion our responsibilities increase. We need to make a sincere effort to reach the truth. The amount of disbelief, immoral and sinful acts that go on around increase our duties further more. This is the time to learn. This is the time to impart it. If you are in the most important portion of your life (youth) don’t let these distractions, confusions become an excuse. Let them kindle your passion even more.
I have to act soon. I can’t delay until I become economically sound. I can’t delay until I am able to solve other problems. I will always find people that will help me in this noble mission. I will always find people who’ll understand me. I’ll always find people who’ll love me for his sake (In sha Allah).This is my time to act, for I will not return.
With thy light alone I lit up my glance,
I make a peep through the sun and moon hence.
Saying I’m Muslim I shudder with shame,
I know the hard task of Lailah’s name.
Author: Mohammad Awais Tahir
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