Absolutely floored me. This guy has talent to boot.
Some profess to forgive everyone before you sleep.
Such a cliché in my opinion that it’s motions can become robotic, lifeless, soulless…..fake
I’m happier that God created me able to wake up without recollection.
If silence is the absence of noise,
Then take me to the place where even silence vanishes.
Maybe there, I, will cease to exist.
I have revisited this quote countless times this week and I feel I will visit it countless more. A reminder of the nature of affairs.
Fatalism, as an attitude to life in general, is retrospective. Only when something has happened can we say that it had to happen. The notion that it makes people inactive is disproved by experience. The courage of the Prophet’s Companions, going into battle against overwhelming odds, must certainly have owed something to the conviction that the outcome of the battle was in God’s hands, not theirs, and that they would die not a moment before or after “a time appointed”. If their time had not yet come, the enemy’s weaponry would prove to be no more dangerous than a child’s toys; if they were fated to meet their end that day, nothing they did could prevent this. In our time, countless men and women suffer extreme stress in their work and this is often due to the belief that “everything depends on me”. For the Muslim, everything depends on God; nothing “depends on me”. Paradoxical as it may seem, the conviction that all is pre-ordained is liberating, whereas belief in total freedom of choice creates, for those who hold it, a prison of anxiety and uncertainty. It is for us to act. The outcome of our actions is God’s business, not ours. It is for us to do what is right under all circumstances. Subsequent failures does not mean that right action was, after all, wrong.
From Charles Le Gai Eaton’s book Remembering God
A supplication taught to Muslims by the Prophet Muhammad. On reflection, it is easy to adapt this into your life no matter what your religious inclination.
Lead to empty hall brains
With no lights on
But echoes of chains
The pains, the strains
The soul drained.
No we’re not at all insane
Just wanting higher plains
Trying to leave our mark, our stain
Not wanting to be contained
Trying to unshackle
Until none of me remains
And my ego does not complain
My spirit can soar, unrestrained
My attention to The Real
Not the profane, not the mundane
And I no longer feign
This obsession with demanding rights, with demanding equality, freedom (insert your demand here), is a hoax played by the elite to keep lame and stupid people occupied with the mundane. No one can take your freedom, no one can deprive you of your rights. Only a limited mind will succumb to these notions.