Rays of Splendour

In the hands, not the heart

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As I set about letting go of something I love and have spent the last five years of my life on, my thoughts started to linger to how sometimes life really throws some unexpected curve balls – some good, some bad – at you.

In this instance, alhamdulillah, it is a good curve ball. However I can frankly say that I have never planned to spend a while at this place. Neither was it in any part of my agenda to end up liking it so much.

Truly, we can plan however God is ultimately the best of planners and the Master of all plans. For along the way, this place and its people had somehow endeared itself to me enough to convince my heart that it’s the right place to be at that time and to stay on for a while more.

As I marveled upon this, I realized that a lot of the life changing experiences – usually involving people and situations – which I see as His gifts were never part of my plans. They just happened, by the will of Allah.

But as life unfolds and as I’m presented with more of the world that tempts my heart, this is a reminder for myself foremost that Allah has also stated repeatedly in the Quran that these gifts of the dunya are merely allurements of this world, and that they are temporary. And that as much as I can, to hold these worldly gifts in my hand and not inside my heart, as well as to not love the gift more than the Giver.

It is so timely that as I reflected upon this that the following poem came along to underscore this point: to keep these gifts within the palm of my hands and to give them their due rightsΒ  – be it respect, care, love and commitment – and not into the heart as that is the one place reserved only for its Creator.

And if ever these gifts are ever taken away by Him, then it pains only the hand and hopefully not the heart.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far to deep
For that.

Hafiz, The Divan

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