April 7, 2008
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful.
The true love is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
[Maulana Rumi]
Was listening to someone today and realised how hurtful it is to have your heart broken. It got me thinking of the first time that my heart was broken and on reflection I’m grateful to Allah for the occassion cos there’s more baraka in having the heart broken than there is in us not experiencing that moment - cos that’s what it is.. “a moment” that will pass by His Grace, though we fail to recognise that whilst in that state.
We all got to mourn the loss of those we have in our lives as this is a natural state. However, people come and go, so instead of pondering over the disputes you have with them whilst they are alive, think of the goodness in them instead and share in that moment. And if you’re heartbroken then verily Allah is with you and surely in that fact there is good and there is hope. As Maulana Rumi rightfully said: “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
April 7, 2008 at 11:35 pm
As-salamu ‘alaykum dear Asma,
Jazak’Allah khair for such a beautiful reminder
two people you know made dua for you “may Allah further elevate her and allow us to benefit through her”
Allahumma Ameen
April 8, 2008 at 2:58 am
Jazakallah Khair for sharing that story Asma bajee. reminds me of my own pet stories.
We used to own a family of cats in Pakistan. A few of them came and went but the death of “Billa” ( thats what we called him) moved me the most. I was only 15 then. The cat lived with us for seven years. Given the fact that he had a back injury when he was young made him dependent on us. We lived the the upper story and he could not climb up the walls due to his back. So whenever he would venture outside and want to comeback upstairs, we would have to go open the door for him. We would feed him, empty his liter and last but not least help him when he would have fights. I recall having woken many nights after hearing him growling outside. The funny thing is that he would act as if it was he who scared the other cat away when it was we would would shoo the other cat away.
Taking care of him probably taught me at an early age what love was; what sacrifice was and what responsibilities those entailed.
The last year of Billa’s life was sad. He got a skin disease and despite our best efforts to get him treated, he passed away in August, 1997. We actually buried him in our backyard. I was sad at his death for months, such was my attachment to him.
Yet now when I look back, I recall not his slow sad death; but the happy memories he gave us; and the personal attributes I acquired by taking care of him.
May Allah make it easy for everyone….
April 8, 2008 at 6:43 am
Tanzila: wa alaykum asalaam wa rahmatullah. I learn more from you so duas right back at you.
ChaCha Din: sounds like Billa was a good cat and it’s good that you looked after him till the end. May Allah help heal our hearts. Ameen.