Originally posted in
Islamic Online University Blog
By Shifnas Bint Thamiem
I am being blessed with an extraordinary life. The sick cells, the weak body and the
Allah (
) are the elements of my life. The more the clock rotates; the more I become weaker and the more I see my mother’s
tears.
heart which loves
It’s all about life; that sometimes my friends ask me how I manage to
be the same old Abdullah , who was known to be the best amongst us,
back in school. Many people around me consider my life to be dead. It’s
because my life does not have any more rooms left for music, matinee,
chitchats and anything with which I used to waste my time.
The elderly ladies, who pay me a visit never fail to whisper their
worries to my parents, saying: “We wonder why your son Abdullah is bed
ridden, he is just twenty two”.
I saw the turning point in my life, when the doctor told that I’ve developed with
cancer.
Yes, cancer.
I know all of us have our own full stops. I also know that not all of
us are blessed with signals for the arrival of our own full stops.
Along with the pain of my sickness, Allah (
) gave me the power to bear them all; for He (
) never burdens any soul beyond its scope.
I must say nothing in this world shakes me more than the tears of my
parents and the loving hugs of my buddies. The love my heart carries for
my loved ones softly kills me when I realize that I’ll have to leave
them sooner or later.
Yet, I am the brave Abdullah, because I believe this is a Rahmah from Allah (
). At times, my heart recalls that wonderful Khutba, where the Khateeb said that the sickness erases the sins of a believer.
I am a
blessing, alhamdulillah.
My supplications have got a higher degree, I am being blessed with
little time to prepare myself for the Akhira. I know I will have a
beautiful partner in the gardens of Jannah if Allah (
) is pleased with me. I am blessed to be repenting continuously. I
am consoled to the core of my soul as I believe that many of my sins are
dropping down just like the dried leaves that are falling off the tree.
I repeat, I am a blessing. Yet, I wonder… I still wonder, what makes this world to classify me as “The Unfortunate
Youth”.
