What is life? Wake up in the
morning. Say “hello!” to your mirror. Split up on the earth. Times goes by then switch off the light, go
to bed and have a nice dream? So, this is what we call life, wake up, sleep
tight, wake up, sleep tight. And then what happen that day if we are not waking
up anymore? Life’s end! This is how we nowadays define our life. The very
precious one if once flew away it’s gone for forever. But what’s the meaning behind this? Do we ever
think deep why we are here standing on earth still alive and saying good-bye to
others? Next, it could be ours. So, what is the point of our being here? Why we
cry and later let other people cry over us? End of the day it seems we are all
ALONE. Then what is the point of living at all? That’s a very good question.
Let’s think about it.
No, no, totally not. This is absolutely
useless. Why do we have to think about it? These are really not fit with us. I
got brain, you got brain, and there are so other things we should care. After
all, we have limits and what is the point to keep pushing these silly thoughts
into our head? This is life, come on you have to live to the end. So, what were
you supposed to doing? Oh, yes let’s go back to work. Life is on. And this is
how we get back to our nonsense from reality. We think this is life, but do we
know, this is not life. This is Ice.
We, every single human being are
living in our own kingdom of isolation. Something dark always delights us with
the sparkle of false enjoyment in this filthy earth. Unfortunately that dirt’s
are seemingly like very lucrative to our eyes. Becoming materialistic and loses
our insights day by day. Every time when we amazed by the sparkling beauty of
shocking enjoyment, in fact that every single moment we are stepping behind
from reality. The real world of struggle for our true identity is getting
concealed by our idiocy. And we are being pledged into the trap of ace. This
wily trap is the so called life we are running to and fro. The more we are
running the more we are losing the chances of recalling our very Oath we taken
to our Lord. This trap detached us from our Lord and His warmth. Our false
world becomes colder and thus we become the King and Queen of our kingdom of
isolation. Why isolation? We are hemmed in with dazzling people here. We are
not alone! Yes, we are because we are not caring about the existence of our
Lord and let other things be taken care of. And when we die they left us. So,
who is with us now? Is this our Lord? No, we refused His words, we deny His
calls. All the way we ignored Him now how come we expect His acquaintance from
end to end of the final journey? When nobody is there in the other world taken
care of us, this is how we are living our life all alone in this world. This
living on is not life. This is Ice.
I was once living a lofty life. Whenever
I stand before mirror, I feel like this grace, this face is not that perfect.
What if, I was so flawless? I was so ambitious to change anything I like. I had
friends like bee. All the time I found myself praised in public. I thought I am
totally fitted in my shoes. But my home was the only place I found myself
living like an alien. Therefore, this very own place of mine becomes unexpected
every time I entered. Every time my mother tried to let me learn something be
practical and practice Islam, I found it reasonable sometime and avoided the
facts I cannot accept. This living in between acceptance and rejection made me
totally insecure. I felt like bound into
a cage. And someday I am going to be free left behind all these hitches let
alone with my mother! How indecent my feelings were! The person who is always
protects me and be there for me; I just ponder over leave her with fillip. That
was the way I living my life. The beauty of kith and kin with true blood was
veiled under my idiocy. Why I was so ignorant that time. Why the beauty and
warmth of practicing Islam was out of my sight? I was not blind but I lost my
true sight because I eventually craved myself into that wily trap full of
darkness. That false world was so real and so cool to me that I become the
captive of ace. I was in Ice.
But one day I wake up, and I heard a
name. That name was written in letters of gold on the page of glorious Islamic
history. I do not know why? But that name was so touched by my heart. I started
to know her. I was so drowned while knowing her. And the day I ended with her
history I stand in front of the conscience mirror and tried to reflect myself
on her. I nose-dived and I started crying. The only thing I found, we are namesake
and not a single thing I could be matched with her. That day for the first time
I felt a shackle of ignorance was cut a little by twisting my feet. I was so
unable to free from this screwing. I started realizing the world I knew so long
is so phony. I thought all the people who are cared will always be there for
me, will show me the light in darkness. But I found most of them were
falsifying around me and little by little unveiling their true face made me
lonesome. I wonder who they were, that I was so inured with. And why only one
woman in the earth has all my foolish guts through all these days. She is my
mother, and she was always on my doorstep knocking endlessly but I was
pretended not to hear. How dare I was to think to let her all alone and step
open-air with my idiocy! I knelt down and felt like worn-out. I realized that
all those days I was snubbed the blessings of my Lord. I was mistaken to know
my fem. The only person who is shadowed me after my father passed away. I
thought I was the Queen and lined my little world. But when I recognized this
is not the world where I should belong. It is the coop I created by dipping
down into the wily trap of ace. But all on sudden there comes a woman by the
grace of Almighty Allah from 1400 years ago who helped me to realize that I was
the fool; I was the Queen of my kingdom of isolation. But my end should not be
like this. I have to wake up and make my mother proud. I have to please my Lord
before I start my eternity. And I must break the Ice.
That woman was the slave and I am the
one who is living my life so delicate. That woman was the first to shed her
blood for the sake of Allah and I am the one who was so ignorant to know her
Lord. That woman was the blessed first one among the sahaba’s to receive the
glad tidings of Jannah and I am the one who is blindly craving the pitfall of
Jahannum. There is difference in between us like heaven and earth. But somehow
Allah blessed me with His mercy and that woman was becoming my inspiration. She
was my favorite thing to diverge myself into the world of patience,
steadfastness and hope. She and her life taught me to see the blessings, mercy
and forgiveness of Almighty Allah. And she was the one who let me learn about
my most favorite thing in this world, my Rasul (Sallillahu Alayhe Wa’
Sallam). She was the one who is the
reason behind my change and let me know my Deen Islam. This beautiful
rebellious woman let happen a revolution of change in my heart. I just only
know her name, her life but I never get to know how she was. I am eagerly
waiting for that day when I will be able to meet her. I want her to hold close
so tight and let her know how I feel when I came to knew about her. How she
drowned me into my heart where my integrity was hidden under my ignorance. I
had been living with a cloud above my head. I was trapped in my cave and was
lonely for so long. I was hidden all my hopes and dreams away and it was seems
like I cannot move on. Then She was the sun, shining overhead by the grace of my
Lord. I cleared a little space in my
heart to let Her in and found a way back to the real world where I should
belong as a slave of Allah (Subhanahu wa’ Ta’ala). She was the one who let me
hold the mallet and hit the Ice.
Yes, I am talking about the woman
who is a role model for the Muslimah along with Khadija (R), Ayesha (R), Fatima
(R), and others. She is the first who let start writing the glorious plea of
Islam with the ink of her blood. The first martyrdom in Islam was happened by
shedding her blood. I am talking about Sumaiya (R) who is the woman from 1400
years ago still an inspiration for 21st centuries Muslimah and on. May
Allah (SWT) grant me the chance to meet with her in Jannah InshaaAllah. And
this is me, way back to the real world with Her inspiration, from the Kingdom
of Isolation.
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