I’ve noticed an uneasy trend in life. When some rejoice, some are mourning. When some are mourning, some are rejoicing. When some are struck with the most unimaginable tragedies, some are blessed with the greatest of joys. When some are dying, some are being born.
It seems like it doesn’t add up. Or at least in our minds it doesn’t. But if you look around, you notice an easier balance, a predictable reliance of nature that is supposed to be.
The brightest of days become the darkest of nights which then become the brightest of days. Flower buds still boldly bloom among tragedies. The birds will still sing unabashedly every morning. The sun will still gently shine on us.
But when you read the news like Nepal’s earthquake, Yemen’s turmoil, the killing of Sabeen Mahmud, and road accidents in which young people die , we can either shake it off and think at least it’s not me and busy yourself with everyday life. Or you can mull over it, let yourself feel for them, pray for them, reach out to them, and help them with small kindnesses.
We are after all human.
“The example of the believers in their affection, mercy, and compassion for each other is that of a body. When any limb aches, the whole body reacts with sleeplessness and fever.” – Prophet Muhammad
Doodling Through Life 