CENTRE OF EXISTENCE

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ASALAMU ALAIKUM WARAHMATULLAH
WABARKATU

Rabbana zalamnaa anfusanaa
Fa illam tagfirlanaa watarhamnaa lanakuunanna
minal khaasiriin

Rabbish rahli sadrii
Wayassirlee amree waqdud ukhdatan minlisaani
yafqahuu quoli

What Is the first thing on your mind in the morning and the last thing on your mind at night ?

What do you spend your whole day thinking about even in salaah....

What scares you soo much you can't eat ?
Can't sleep?
What makes you most angry in life
What is your greatest FEAR in life, you break down at the thought of it ...your heart tremble at the thought of losing it ..you even begin to sweat out of fear of losing it.

When we ask ourselves all these questions in life ...we realise that one thing that we soo much attached to is our WORLDLY DESIRES...it has become our CENTRE OF EXISTENCE....which should just not be the case.
We have chosen to love the the gift over the giver .
We have chosen to depend on the creation rather than the creator.

Loving anything more than Allah is SUICIDAL ! Because that same thing is going to TORMENT us in life ...its going to put us in the greatest of fears
It makes us soo incomplete, we are  always DEPRESSED

Is like filling the petrol tank of your car with orange juice ....no doubt the car is going to breakdown........

The rate at which man is gravitating towards the love of this dunya is becoming alarming..we love this dunya so much we can't make time for Allah subhaanahu wata aala.

One big point we missing here is that....we are just travellers in this life ....we in this life are like a traveller in his hotel room
No one gets attached to the sofa ,bed or light in the hotel room... why do we then get attached to our worldly desires .
Even if conditions in the hotel room is not favourable we are able to convince ourselves that it is temporal and won't last forever. .
Why can't we apply these same sort of detachment of our hotel rooms to our daily life. ...this is not a mere comparison ....this is reality ..

Inspired by Yasmin Mogahed 
 LIFE IS A JOURNEY
LIVE IT AS A TRAVELLER
#UMMUABUUHA
MA-ASALAM 

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