Today
As I drove to work this morning there was a report on the radio from Zimbabwe. It was the story of a young boy forced to take on the responsibilities of parenthood because his mother was dying from HIV Aids and his father had already died.
As I listened to this tale, it pulled tears from my eyes and caught my throat. Suddenly I was asking myself, ‘What right do I have to complain?’ I meant, how insignificant my affairs when one considers that young boy’s life: orphaned by his father and a father to his mother and sister. ‘What right do I have to complain?’
But when I arrived at work at 8.00, I forgot that young boy, and off I went complaining because there were server problems and I could access none of my work. I have too much to do, I moaned: I cannot do my job without access to those files.
Yes, I forgot that boy and my tears. And this is how we live our lives. What will stir us and move us? And when will get over ourselves?
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We must keep on trying, even if we keep forgetting. If at any point we think to ourselves ‘well, what’s the point?’ then we are really doomed subhana’Allah. Life is a test and Allah is Merciful.
Subhana’Allah @ the story of that young man. InshaAllah he will look to those worse off than he… in hard times like that that is an ease on the heart. May Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala make it easy for him. Ameen
— noted by Umm Layth 12:14 am on 12th June, 2009 .