Hey friends! I hope you all are doing well and indeed had a very meethi Eid. I'm so sorry that I couldn't keep up with my blog in the Eid days. Y'all know how you get invited to family feasts during these days. And trust me, all I was doing was stuffing my belly with every Eid delicacy I could get my hands on. There are chances I might have to shed some extra pounds than before. Phew! All the things you do post Eid!
I missed y'all so much. Now, onto the actual post. (I've recently noticed that my intros are usually so out of context, but what can I possibly do? I am such a chatterbox. You know that, right?)
While I was getting dressed for Eid, a thought struck through my mind. I thought of how God is kind enough to let me wear that ivory coloured gharara outfit that I handsdown, got obsessed with, the moment I saw a mannequin adorned in it.
I immediately went down the memory lane trying to remember something I might have done in the few previous days for which I might have gotten that attire of my dreams, as a reward. I pondered hard, but to no avail. I couldn't think of anything. Not even one deed I had done, which was worthy of getting me the outfit that I liked so much. I looked inside my wardrobe and discovered tonnes of beautiful clothes, hung in allignment and my rack of footwear, had my ever-so-loved collection of shoes that I've been stocking on for a few years now. I opened my drawer of my dearly makeup stash, something with which I've had a love relationship since the beginning of time. It's always been the most beautiful sight I've ever seen- my makeup. Aaahhh! I might me sounding a little crazy to you guys but y'all know how makeup gives me feelings of ecstasy. Right?
I went to the breakfast table and saw an array of breakfast kickshaws neatly arranged in the axis of it. Now because I'm not the one who'd devour in the sheer khurma stuff, I poured myself a cup of tea and headed to my room. I perched onto the edge of the bed, lowered my back to buckle up my sandals and suddenly, epiphany hit me. I considered of thinking about something that I might have done, for which God had bestowed me with stuff, materialistic or not, as a prize. I thought hard, but couldn't come up with anything. I tried figuring out the truth behind my possessions being mine, my controls staying with me, my blessings walking down to me, even though my subordinate-self doesn't deserve even a piece of it. I wondered if all of this that I had; clothes to wear and fill my wardrobe with, shoes to decorate and save my feet from getting dirty, delish food to devour into and endless other things I can never even think of, do I deserve them? DO I DESERVE THEM?
The answer came, "NO! YOU DON'T!", from the corner of my head somewhere. That taught me a lesson. I learnt, that all that you have, had or will get, is not because you deserve them or have EARNED them. They're with you because God is kind enough to bestow them on you. God doesn't owe you to bless you in the best way possible. You have everything because He loves you enough to grant your wishes. You aren't deserving and never will, in any way. It is Him who's treasures are affluent enough to entitle you with everything and anything that you ever desired for. The things that you have aren't yours. They belong to God, and forever will. They're just with you for safekeeping. It's just that He's kind enough to let you make use of them. And share them, with the less fortunate ones. Hearken, you're fortunate only because He wanted you to be. You never merited this for yourself.
Moral of the "story" is, keeping on thanking God for whatever you have. I urge you to say a big ALHAMDULILLAH right now and away.
And as always, Good Luck!
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