A small lamp is adorned brightly by an ever growing flame, supported by the unlimited compassion to burn in the dark. It is gently oiled and nurtured by a magical medium that cannot be seen or felt, only experienced.
A gentle breeze is enough to make the flame dance beautifully, mocking at the shadows, giving an illusion of un-composed dance steps.
Mostly gentle, this time the breeze suddenly turns into a violent storm, not only extinguishing the beautiful flame but turning it into a lifeless piece of light.
Shattered by the events and thinking about her unfulfilled dreams, she tries to light the flame back but in vain. Nothing is able to bring it back to life.
Sorrow and grief engulfs the place and she stares around to see why and where the sudden storm came from. She soon realizes she was feeding the monster right from the beginning. The havoc was meant to happen anytime soon but the flame had fought back valiantly to prevent complete extinguishment.
This time, she won..the monster won.. the flame lost..the light of her life had vanished before she could even blink.
The place filled with darkness like never before….
The flame was her faith (eemaan), the gentle breeze were her thoughtless desires to commit tiny little sins once in a while..the number of sins don’t matter… only the enormity of sins matters.. she thought..
However she soon realized that tiny sins added fuel to a gentle breeze turning it into a violent storm that completely erased her faith forever.
The light of life was gone, her heart dead while she continued to breathe..the purpose of life extinguished!
“The heart is like a feather at the root of a tree, being turned over and over by the wind” said the Prophet..(Ahmad)
“And their hearts are sealed, so that they apprehend not.” (9:87)
“Nay, but that which they have earned is rust upon their hearts.” (83:14)
Once a rust grows, it gets difficult to remove it however strong the polish may be, the metal loses its sheen forever..a morsel of flesh that can be sound or dead depending on what we feed it with.
This light called eeman requires a lot of care to keep it growing higher and higher. While it does get dim once in a while, life throws innumerable chances to preserve this light.
Take care and do not let anything extinguish it..never ever!!
“Oh controller of hearts..make our hearts firm on Your deen (religion)” Ameen.
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