.بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
And if: courage, and fear, are two separate sides of the same very coin
Then: love, and loss. And: losing, and gaining. Sabr,
and Shukr. Life’s shadow, which is death, and loss’ keeper, which is memory.
We find we are… in prison.
And: not the type with metal bars, and tray-based meals and human guards.
“The world [Dunya] is a prison for the believer
and a paradise for the [one who covers the Truth].”
— Prophet Muhammad (SAW), (Muslim).
It’s like I come to meet it, day after day:
expectations that fall apart, and mirage-like ‘satisfactions’ that fall away.
If I succumb to it: then, there is a gnawing bitterness here.
I feel these sadnesses, and I feel this fear. As I’ve come to learn:
Don’t put your faith in people, in untrustworthy, and temporary things:
no matter what, what guarantees that they stay?
Midnight may come along, and they may fade. Even Prophet Yusuf (AS),
By his own flesh and blood: brothers, betrayed. And then:
Death could come at any time, and in any singular and unique way.
This here world is not my home: here, I am detached. I’m glad I feel… at least a bit… unknown.
To it all. A traveller, as I should be:
“Be in this world as though you were a stranger or a traveler/wayfarer.”
— Prophet Muhammad (SAW), (Bukhari).