Breadcrumbs

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

It's late, and I should be sleeping. I have been been coughing severely for a few days with lingering signs of illness. A concoction of oregano and thyme seeped in hot water encouraged me to leave my attempts at slumber. I detest the flavour of the beverage, but it is a means through which Allah may grant shifa.

Be warned, my speech henceforth will seem all the more misplaced, but there is a moment I must attempt to capture in words.

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It is not in words nor on paper. It is not in experiences or encounters. It is like sweet honey that can only be retrieved from bees that frequent desert vegetation. The mirage is as easily accessible as ‹‹كُن فَيَكُونُ›› and as difficultly removed as ‹‹وَخُلِقَ الْإِنْسَانُ ضَعِيفًا››.

For the one hoping for a share, it's worth remembering ‹‹قَالَ كَذَلِكَ اللَّهُ يَفْعَلُ مَا يَشَاءُ ››.

What a dreadful state it is to find oneself in internal opposition to His will. Perhaps it is not opposition to His will, but wondering if His will coincides with one's own and where the two meet or at which point one must change it to be like His.

Does everyone leave a trail of breadcrumbs? If so, what becomes of them? Are there any who eventually find the trail and join it? If not, should one bother with the trail?

Feb 14, 2012
11:41 PM - Agdal, Rabat

*So many months later, I no longer have any idea what breadcrumbs is referencing, but perhaps in years to come I'll give it a new interpretation, inshaAllah. Now I know how readers feel when or if they read this blog.