admin on August 9th, 2009

Walking up the mountain on that clear and flawless path, I cant help but notice the dark trees and bushes at my sides. It harms me, but only when I lose focus of my goal, the peak of that blessed mountain. Sometimes, when I focus too hard, trying to figure out what the people in the bushes are doing, I stumble almost falling into the bushes themselves. Sometimes harmless, sometimes extremely painful, after I fall I have to brush off my knees, take a deep sometimes painful breath, and get back onto that cool and unwinding path. As long as I have my light with me its easy to stay on that path. But sometimes…carelessly..i forget to add fuel to my lamp. Although I know eventually it will run out..I keep putting it off..saying tomorrow…I shall add the feul..tomorrow. Too bad many times I leave my lamp till it is barely glowing..barely showing anything..and that is when the fall hurts the most. I get caught deep inside the bushes…with arms flailing..heart beating…mouth screaming…no one there to help me out–nothing there to grab on to and I simply cry out to Allah asking Him for his aide. I have to roll around…crawling on my hands and knees trying to find something…anything..that will make my lamp begin to work. When I find it, and so far I always have, I start kindling the fire inside my lamp..promising myself that I will never again be so careless..never again put anything off the way I did. Once the lamp is on..glowing steadily..I begin to walk through the forest of bushes…looking around every corner for my beloved path way. I can smell its beautiful fragrance..feel its serene calmness…and that is what keeps me going. When I reach it, I wish to just lay there for a few minutes sucking in the sweet oder and pressing the cold ground against my warm-shameful face…but i know i cant. I know that if I stop moving forward…stop climbing hire, I will surely stumble backwards…perhaps even find myself in a fast tumble to the bottom where I started my journey. I always have to go up…move forward..and pray to Allah that I make it to the top.

4 Responses to “Making it to that Blessed Peek”

  1. MashaAllah! Very very beautiful and refreshing!!
    May Allah reward you immensely for you strong words!!

  2. What happens to those that fall hard. Those that lose the ability, at least for a while, to understand what they had done. I find no forgiveness except from Allah.

  3. MashaAllah ..JazakAllahu khairan =)

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