By the River...
Assalamu Alaikum.
The years pass by and with each fleeting moment I realize the reality that exists is far from the world I see. Manifested in some glorious representation of hopes and dreams, my future races towards me as I stumble through obstacle after obstacle. Mistakes, mishaps, miscommunication, misunderstandings line the pages of my life, often times bleeding into the freshly inked words and more tragically...onto the crisp clean pages of anticipation.
I sit back, leaning against the bark of a beautiful tree majestically reaching over the river that poetically twists before me. It's life runs much like mine I think. It races and rages over large rocks and small stones. It curves through the land, working with its environment. At times its chaotic and unruly yet later down the path...it's calm yet again. It soothes and pushes forcefully at the same time. People wade in it...enjoying its presence and taking with them pieces of it as they climb back onto the rocks...dripping. With each turn it is renewed. No part of it is completely the same again. Much like ourselves, its encounters..even with the same obstacles and turns...is constantly changed. The river that you see one day is not the same the next. Much like ourselves. The beauty lies therein. As the river becomes something new with each passing moments...so should our hearts...ourselves...flowing smoothly with the carefully carved path we are set in, yet raging through adversity with no hesitation. Like the river...our hearts must contain both the tranquility of belief and the force of passionate pursuit.
May Allah make us amongst those who awaken everyday with the deep desire to be better and give us the passion to find beauty and wisdom in every breathe of life.
“Everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty.” - Rumi
Ma'salama.
Wafa
The years pass by and with each fleeting moment I realize the reality that exists is far from the world I see. Manifested in some glorious representation of hopes and dreams, my future races towards me as I stumble through obstacle after obstacle. Mistakes, mishaps, miscommunication, misunderstandings line the pages of my life, often times bleeding into the freshly inked words and more tragically...onto the crisp clean pages of anticipation.
I sit back, leaning against the bark of a beautiful tree majestically reaching over the river that poetically twists before me. It's life runs much like mine I think. It races and rages over large rocks and small stones. It curves through the land, working with its environment. At times its chaotic and unruly yet later down the path...it's calm yet again. It soothes and pushes forcefully at the same time. People wade in it...enjoying its presence and taking with them pieces of it as they climb back onto the rocks...dripping. With each turn it is renewed. No part of it is completely the same again. Much like ourselves, its encounters..even with the same obstacles and turns...is constantly changed. The river that you see one day is not the same the next. Much like ourselves. The beauty lies therein. As the river becomes something new with each passing moments...so should our hearts...ourselves...flowing smoothly with the carefully carved path we are set in, yet raging through adversity with no hesitation. Like the river...our hearts must contain both the tranquility of belief and the force of passionate pursuit.
May Allah make us amongst those who awaken everyday with the deep desire to be better and give us the passion to find beauty and wisdom in every breathe of life.
“Everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty.” - Rumi
Ma'salama.
Wafa
posted by Wafa at 9:42 AM
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