Why is it that we always crave watermelons at summer time? Is it the thirst? SubhanaAllah… That fruit is truly a blessing!
*crunching a cold watermelon*
I stole the quote from my sister’s facebook status. I’ve heard it before, but this time, it had a different meaning to me.
SubhanaAllah, Allah azza wa jal teaches us many lessons, it’s up to us to apply them and benefit from them…
Yet we always want the fish from Allah…and forget the lessons He blessed us with…
Heck, we make duaa for the fish, we think of nothing but the fish, we look at all the people with fish, we wish we had fish, and more fish, and more fish… YET what we DO NOT DO, is work for the fish.
GO WORK FOR YOUR FISH. sigh.
On a different note, as I walked out of the hospital today at 9:30 p.m. wearing my jilbab, a man on a wheel chair said to me:
“Are you a dental student?”
You gotta love NYC randoms.
I think, if I could write my personal statement about why I want to enter dental school all over again, the primary reason would be: for da3wah purposes. That’s all. Oh, and to help the ummah. lol.
Alas, a 50% radiology midterm starts in about 12 hours from now. I shall retire to …um…not bed, but studying inshaAllah.
No one knows what could have been except for Him, Allah azza wa jal. Why He picked it so, only He knows. What could have been, could have been a disaster. What could have been, wasn’t. And what could have been, isn’t.
What is and what could have been are two entirely different things. But who knows what the end is, because, what could happen from here on could change everything. Who knows what could happen? No one but Him.
What could happen might change what happened. What could happen can switch what did thankfully happen to what thankfully did not happen.
Besides, who knows if what happened is better than what could have been? How do we know when we haven’t been to the end? How do we know when we still didn’t grab our books?
What could have been, what happened, and what could happen, are all happening regardless. So brighten up and decide now which hand you want to use to grab your book.
What could have been could have made you a leftie. What could happen may leave you a rightie.
But who knows what will happen from here on…
No one but Allah knows.
So leave what could have been and what could be and concentrate on the here and now.
Do what you know is right and stop thinking.
You’re too tired. Sick and tired.
The funny things is, you know the disease, you know how to treat it.
You’re a doctor in training who knows not how to treat, but how to guess, and what could happen if that treatment is given over that.
But this…this is different. Because when it comes to this, you’re a specialist. You know what could be and you know how to get there. You kid yourself when you think you don’t.
Game over. But thankfully, there’s still warmth, there’s still a life…
So change what could happen from a future disaster to the pleasure of The Master.
Because that, oh doctor, is what you need for the ultimate hereafter.
A feeling of emptiness envelopes you.
You blink once, then twice.
You gaze around the room.
Everything is the same, but something is missing, something isn’t right.
It’s quiet…maybe too quiet for your comfort.
Where did that feeling go?
You know the one, that feels like…like you’re alive!
You wonder what you’ve been doing for the past couple of hours, days, and weeks.
How is it all passing you by without feelings?
Where did that feeling go?
I want it back.
How do I get it back? And hold on to it, forever from here on… ?
I want to feel alive again.
Your head feels heavy, yet empty.
You feel satisfied, but crave the food.
You long for a social life, but can’t stand a conversation with a friend.
What’s wrong with you, oh soul?
Please come back, to this lifeless body…
Stop hovering above, so lost, so far.
Come back where you belong and pray for guidance…
Pray for peace, pray for happiness.
You blink again, and see nothing but the usual, blank upon blank.
Finally a tear drops…and it feels ever so sweet on your dry cheek.
You wipe it off then regret doing so…that’s what you were waiting for!
How do I go back? Where do I start from?
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten lost, I don’t know how to start again.
I got used to feeling high, high above.
And it looks different down here this time, deeper than every other time.
How do you climb back up when you can’t find the rope?
How do you climb back up when it’s too dark, too empty, with nothing to hold on to..
How do you climb back up, when you blink, but only see a blank horizon
Surrounding you, coming closer to you, almost choking you…
You sigh, and hope tomorrow is a better day.
So bite me.
My notes are left to right.
That is what I know,
this is how I write.
I’m the organ transplant
every patient rejects.
Immune response mounted
against my foreign intellect.