I saw a young man by the tram station yesterday. His hands were on his forehead. Trembling, as if he was in a very great pain. Beside him was an old man. The usual white-headed old man selling tissues in tram everyday. He put his shabby bag on the floor as he realized his young son was holding his tears. “Tazkurullah” He said. He pat his shoulder.

The life is so fast. We become so busy. Those b-bling and ka-ching, whoever get the most is the happiest person on Earth. We chase them. We keep dreaming of them. So busy thickening the wallet, grabbing people’s attention, competing for top CGPA rank, pursuing dreams, sometimes to the extent that we neglect our own needs.

Then comes the real wave when the hand cannot reach what it wants. Stress, jealousy, anger, sadness, grief, contemptuous, pain, love, blood and tears. There’s time when a heart is no longer able to hold these burden. And what we do to satisfy the emptiness?

الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَتَطْمَئِنُّ قُلُوبُهُمْ بِذِكْرِ اللَّهِ ۗ أَلَا بِذِكْرِ اللَّهِ تَطْمَئِنُّ الْقُلُوبُ

Those who believe, and whose hearts find their rest in the remembrance of God – for, verily, in the remembrance of God [men’s] hearts do find their rest.

(Surah ar-Ra’d: 28)

Listen to the silent cry within yourself. There’s time that you need to sit back and reflect. Take a deep breath. Everything is from Him, so what could be worse?

Picture credit to: @shahirulaiman71 (ig)

By: INIL

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