A letter to no one.

Dear You,

I feel so bad when I realize afterwards that I've been whining, even if it's to myself. I am so lucky to have a body, to have a mind, a functioning heart, functioning organs, and I still find the room to complaint. I mean, I make so many mistakes each day and still Allah does not take away from me anything. What could I do, if He took away my eyesight when He was angered? It is like, I do not even realize that what I am living right now is a blessing.

Somewhere today, I read that seven funerals had been carried out from a single street in Lyari, Karachi. If I am not grateful for everything at this point, what have I become to be? And what is the life of this world that I sought after, if it is just a drop of water in a whole ocean? I need to keep reminding myself again and again that it would be horrible to complain about just about anything.

In the Quran class some days ago, someone mentioned that this test we are taking in the form of Life itself, Allah has provided everyone with the course, the Quran, and a pen and a paper: his or her thoughts & deeds. Then does it matter if there's something minor missing? Like an Air conditioned hall, or comfortable seats in my examination room? Does it really matter when all I'm supposed to focus on is the Test I'm taking?

I feel horrible when I realize that I've been thinking about myself too much. I somehow end up being ungrateful inside my mind even if it's as minor as a scolding. I should appreciate everything so much more than I do. I live in a world where people have no food, no clothes, no water, no electricity, no knowledge, no guidance. Then who am I to be an ungrateful little twat? It is so extremely stupid of me to set my heart on the little things, the things that do not even matter in front of God.

And again, thanks for listening.

Love,
Me.