During the holy month of Ramadhan, my dad had reminded us about Surah Al-Asr. The chapter in the Holy Quran that directly translates to “The Time”. It is the shortest chapter in the holy book making it the easiest to memorise as well. What may seem brief and small, yet it holds a vast and deep meaning that transcends the ages. I am reminded that in life on earth, man only has time. The only fathomable and most real property of a human being, is one that is intangible and fully logical: his time on earth. Our time is completely given to each and every one of us to use at will and as we like. The clear property of time is that it flows continuously without end, until the last syllable. The luxury that all of us hold also comes with the doubt of not knowing how much time we have. We are guilty for the abundance of time we have in our hands, as long as we can spend another birthday in another year. We did not ask to be given such a luxury, thus we are handed our own time at the moment of birth. Our clock starts ticking, our bodies grow, our minds expand and our actions lead to other reactions. Others are cut short of their part, and some might inflict upon themselves to reduce their own time. Life is completely about how we choose to spend our time. It is our only currency as of now, before the Day of Judgment.
So, spend it wisely and invest it for good, InsyaAllah.
We do not know when the flow of sand will stop for us.
h m m m m
I am in need of alleviating my cluttered mind from holding all these words.
It’s a little surreal to believe that you are finally leaving a place you have spent the past five years growing and understanding, living and surviving in a landscape of unknown horizons, constantly growing and changing into an urban fabric, complete with deep trenches of conversation and an unfolding streetscape that reveals abundance of content, simultaneously containing various amounts of nothingness. Looking back, there were many instances worth bringing forward into the next five years. Utilizing your skills that you’ve learnt, the people skills that has been polished over the years, feeling how your own presence can contribute to a community, and infecting others with the same positive spirit you’ve been hiding underneath your skin. Yet, you have to remember that you cannot do everything. Approach everything one at a time. Baby steps are even better than huge lunges sometimes. Continue learning and teaching. Sharing is definitely caring. And being selfless might always affect you one way or another, in a noble and a hurtful way at the same time. Learn to know know yourself and give yourself time to heal. People will never know what is good for you, unless you tell them what you think. So, now at the edge of one phase, before you jump another another realm. Think for a few seconds. Where do we go from here? This has just only begun to sink in. Lemme run as fast as I can, carefully trying to dodge the potholes on my way out, because no matter what I do, I won’t fall slowly in quicksand.
..end of word vomit..
I see labels.
A new profession.
A new company.
A new event.
A new place.
A new product.
Looking back on the past four years I have been active on campus, I have seen many ideas bloom out of thin air, to being scribbled down on paper and finally manifested into reality. There are times we feel that we are talking more than we should or end up doing more than we ought to do. Those are the times that we know lessons exists within the setbacks of our actions and our promises. Before we heal completely and forget those lesson, we move on to another plunge of fate of trials and errors that may or may not bear fruit.
I do not own these labels. I did not create them. I did not join in for the sake of proving to myself about what I am capable of. It was a spur of the moment. An act under His will that I should go ahead and give a helping hand in kick-starting something among my people, my campus community. No one else told me to do it, I was not forced to pick up the task from an insider or anything. It’s just that I tend to get bored when I am by myself. I turn to the person next to me and start a conversation to where it would end at another beginning, somewhere along the lines of “Jom borak-borak?” Then, a string of events would just unfold. It was a pure gesture to start something rolling. Keeping the rolling momentum is not easy. Unfortunately, even a rolling ball would stop after it loses all its energy. Unless it hits a curb or falls down a hill, it would not stop rolling. I think I just hit one of those points today.
Happy fasting and Ramadhan Kareem!