"No pain, No Gain." Only a few days ago, I summarized my entire life in this one wholesome, meaningful proverb.
Like every Tom, Dick and Harry, all I ever did was complain. Of all the healthy activities in which I could invest time and energy, I wasted my resources in whining.
All day long, I perturbed the people around me; my intimates and family (usually my mother). fell victims to my ungraciousness. I did not even spare God from my perpetual pleadings.
My prayers were not prayers, they were a whining ordeal. I had surrounded my self in a cocoon of selfishness, I was never in content with my life: an aura of pessimism had engulfed me.
It was on Thursday, 13th November 2014 when I fell sick and my life took a turn. That day I truly realized how life has its own designs to teach us a callous yet a consequential lesson.
I fell seriously ill, vomited several times during the night, felt dizzy all the time. I walked as I were a drunk! I remained on IVs for a few days thus, had to wear a canola on my right hand, partially handicapping me. Trivial activities had become a grueling tribulation. Complications ranging from using the toilet to eating using my left hand became painstaking.
It was during this period that my mom gave me a bath and I realized how ungracious I was to her.
I had to pay visits to the hospital twice a day and that experience changed my insight. I often thought that God was unkind to me, not blessing me enough. In the hospital I witnessed the paramedic staff working tirelessly to aid the ailing patients.
Once, while an IV was being injected to me, I was lying on the bed, busy contemplating about my approach to life when suddenly I heard a young boy's wail. The boy had fallen down from the stairs and had injured himself, his head was bleeding.
Since the curtain was drawn, I could only listen to the child and envision him. Even in the midst of such pain and agony that boy chuckled and prayed to Jesus.
Another such event moved me, even now as I recall that incident as it vividly repaints it self on the canvas in my mind. A young boy of a tender age of five or perhaps six, the poor lad was suffering from asthma. The friendly nurse asked him, what he'd like to do when he'll grow up? The boy earnestly replies, " I'd like to be preach my religion when I grow up because, my religion is a religion of peace, it is not what is perceived of it."
The boy's answer astounded me, it was well beyond his age.
This is what life can make of you; it takes away innocence and teaches you another less colorful yet a meaningful lesson.
Through my illness, the cocoon of selfishness which had engulfed me broke. Provoking me to envision things from a different perspective and I realized the true meaning of the wise words of Imam Ali(A.S):
"Do not let your difficulties fill you up with anxiety after all, it is only in the darkest of the nights that the stars shine more brilliantly."
Like every Tom, Dick and Harry, all I ever did was complain. Of all the healthy activities in which I could invest time and energy, I wasted my resources in whining.
All day long, I perturbed the people around me; my intimates and family (usually my mother). fell victims to my ungraciousness. I did not even spare God from my perpetual pleadings.
My prayers were not prayers, they were a whining ordeal. I had surrounded my self in a cocoon of selfishness, I was never in content with my life: an aura of pessimism had engulfed me.
It was on Thursday, 13th November 2014 when I fell sick and my life took a turn. That day I truly realized how life has its own designs to teach us a callous yet a consequential lesson.
I fell seriously ill, vomited several times during the night, felt dizzy all the time. I walked as I were a drunk! I remained on IVs for a few days thus, had to wear a canola on my right hand, partially handicapping me. Trivial activities had become a grueling tribulation. Complications ranging from using the toilet to eating using my left hand became painstaking.
It was during this period that my mom gave me a bath and I realized how ungracious I was to her.
I had to pay visits to the hospital twice a day and that experience changed my insight. I often thought that God was unkind to me, not blessing me enough. In the hospital I witnessed the paramedic staff working tirelessly to aid the ailing patients.
Once, while an IV was being injected to me, I was lying on the bed, busy contemplating about my approach to life when suddenly I heard a young boy's wail. The boy had fallen down from the stairs and had injured himself, his head was bleeding.
Since the curtain was drawn, I could only listen to the child and envision him. Even in the midst of such pain and agony that boy chuckled and prayed to Jesus.
Another such event moved me, even now as I recall that incident as it vividly repaints it self on the canvas in my mind. A young boy of a tender age of five or perhaps six, the poor lad was suffering from asthma. The friendly nurse asked him, what he'd like to do when he'll grow up? The boy earnestly replies, " I'd like to be preach my religion when I grow up because, my religion is a religion of peace, it is not what is perceived of it."
The boy's answer astounded me, it was well beyond his age.
This is what life can make of you; it takes away innocence and teaches you another less colorful yet a meaningful lesson.
Through my illness, the cocoon of selfishness which had engulfed me broke. Provoking me to envision things from a different perspective and I realized the true meaning of the wise words of Imam Ali(A.S):
"Do not let your difficulties fill you up with anxiety after all, it is only in the darkest of the nights that the stars shine more brilliantly."
After reading this i'm speechless.... BRILLIANT HAREEEM ! :')
ReplyDeleteThank you, Esha! I am glad that at least someone gave their feedback. :)
DeleteThat is really brilliant! Really...I don't have words to describe its awesomeness! Marvellous it is.
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