Imagine if you lived directly across the street from where you are right now. And you had front-row seat to your life's journey as a third person. From you moving into your apartment to the unpacking to settling in, getting in a routine. To whatever comes next. Would you find happiness in your own life? Be honest!
Someone once said, life sucks and then you die.
Conservative Muslim upbringing aside, life does not make sense most of the time.
Search your soul for a while and see if you can understand why life gives you lemons.
We live in a cynical world full of cynical people. People who will tell us everything we are doing is wrong; they predict doom and gloom, and how there are no rewards for having faith and that we are all going to get cancer and die - that is if Canadian winter doesn't kill us first.
You may not like this.
You may not want to echo this chorus.
But life sucks... You are robbed off spirit and passion that you remember feeling prior to a couple of years ago.
You are dismantled. Everything that you are is undone, you fall apart...
What do we do to deserve all this bad stuff?
I really don't know. I wish I did, but I don't.
This is how Yusuf (a.s) must have felt ... murdered by his brothers, sold by his country, trapped in a rut job, and violated ....His life was a nightmare. His own family ripped him apart. He must have drowned in his tears in that well. No one came to pacify his shrieks. He was treated like a prisoner and then trafficked like an object.
Anyway, nothing happens except by the permission of Allah. When we look at the small negative things in our lies and get overwhelmed....speechless and horrified. We plead, "Why is this happening to me?" Pain always seems unfair and therefore meaningless.
Losing a precious life in a car accident is cruel. So is drinking and driving that caused it!
A low GPA is depressing and so is facebooking all day!
Relationships are hard because people want to be difficult!
Conservative Muslim upbringing aside, life does not make sense most of the time.
Search your soul for a while and see if you can understand why life gives you lemons.
We live in a cynical world full of cynical people. People who will tell us everything we are doing is wrong; they predict doom and gloom, and how there are no rewards for having faith and that we are all going to get cancer and die - that is if Canadian winter doesn't kill us first.
You may not like this.
You may not want to echo this chorus.
But life sucks... You are robbed off spirit and passion that you remember feeling prior to a couple of years ago.
You are dismantled. Everything that you are is undone, you fall apart...
What do we do to deserve all this bad stuff?
I really don't know. I wish I did, but I don't.
This is how Yusuf (a.s) must have felt ... murdered by his brothers, sold by his country, trapped in a rut job, and violated ....His life was a nightmare. His own family ripped him apart. He must have drowned in his tears in that well. No one came to pacify his shrieks. He was treated like a prisoner and then trafficked like an object.
Anyway, nothing happens except by the permission of Allah. When we look at the small negative things in our lies and get overwhelmed....speechless and horrified. We plead, "Why is this happening to me?" Pain always seems unfair and therefore meaningless.
Losing a precious life in a car accident is cruel. So is drinking and driving that caused it!
A low GPA is depressing and so is facebooking all day!
Relationships are hard because people want to be difficult!
We see the problems but not what is done to cause those problems. Life has skids and failures. There is no such thing as endless perfection. Unfortunately life can sometimes feel like dwindling, decaying, senility. But every ebb always offers the opportunity to think about what went wrong and most importantly - why. The more varied the lapse of life you get to taste, the more interesting, layered, educated, self-developed, world-experienced and mightier you become. Yusuf (a.s) certainly triumphed his trials. It turns out - all the hardships, which he was made to endure, actually prepared him to rule Egypt and internationally control agricultural trade. He had the police in his pocket and his brothers weeping at his feet. InshaAllah we'll become the heroes of our tragedy. Hang in there...be good!
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