who are you really angry at?

If everything is a test from Allah, then who are you really angry at?

-Sheikh Hamza Yusuf

We fail to grasp this concept as Muslims or just believers in a higher being(s)… perhaps many of our problems and dilemmas are a result of this failure. Whether its people, places, events, days, thoughts, feelings, the past, present or the future; Its all been decided by الخالق (Al Khaliq/the creator) , so what do we gain from pursuing fits of rage? For those that recite the cliche: ‘everything happens for a reason’ – including myself- realistically these are just words that are said with the same ease as breathing with little to no thought in the seriousness of the phrase. Empty, meaningless and no substance. If we truly believed this, we wouldn’t end up in deep ditches in our minds that are dug in a trance by ourselves during our darkest moments. Its become a phrase used when exhaustion sets in and a new realisation dawns upon you, that there is nothing you can do. The nature of human beings is a state of anxiety, when we are faced with calamities we panic and when we are given blessings and happiness we become selfish.

Narrated Abu Sa`id Al-Khudri and Abu Huraira:

The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that.”

حَدَّثَنِي عَبْدُ اللَّهِ بْنُ مُحَمَّدٍ، حَدَّثَنَا عَبْدُ الْمَلِكِ بْنُ عَمْرٍو، حَدَّثَنَا زُهَيْرُ بْنُ مُحَمَّدٍ، عَنْ مُحَمَّدِ بْنِ عَمْرِو بْنِ حَلْحَلَةَ، عَنْ عَطَاءِ بْنِ يَسَارٍ، عَنْ أَبِي سَعِيدٍ الْخُدْرِيِّ، وَعَنْ أَبِي هُرَيْرَةَ، عَنِ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم قَالَ ‏ “‏ مَا يُصِيبُ الْمُسْلِمَ مِنْ نَصَبٍ وَلاَ وَصَبٍ وَلاَ هَمٍّ وَلاَ حُزْنٍ وَلاَ أَذًى وَلاَ غَمٍّ حَتَّى الشَّوْكَةِ يُشَاكُهَا، إِلاَّ كَفَّرَ اللَّهُ بِهَا مِنْ خَطَايَاهُ ‏”‏‏.‏
The realisation of the lordship over you: its easy to live with the illusion that we are free to do as we please but once we are inflicted with tribulations we come to the realisation that we have no real power;



4 thoughts on “who are you really angry at?”

  1. Poem i wrote…

    Mothers and Fathers are a blessing..

    Nine months straight we were protected by our Mothers,  inside the stomache we were everthing was doom.

    I finally began to realise how painful it really was. Including the painful time i gave when i came out my Mothers womb.

    Hard times,  stress and anxiety i never had a clue.

    Guarded by my Mother through all the sleepless nights shed speak to me. Eventhough I was inside her stomache i  always listended carefully .

    All them songs she sang. The prayers she made and oil she applied to keep me nice and warm.

     I was already living luxiourious my Mother is my Majesty , the gold was in her palm.

    Every second of a minute, to each day of the month we were in our mothers thoughts.

    Excessive pain and hunger is what our mothers fought.

    Days after days the pain relief capsules our fathers bought.

    Deeply agitated from emotions . Our Mothers slowly became distraught.

    Everything she consumed was taken into considerate.

     She ate clean and healthy so the human being inside her does not get poisoned by whats on earth.

    Greenfoods like broccoli, sprouts and spinache she ate .

    She only cares for the human inside her . She wants him/ her to stand fit and straight.

    Days went by weeks went by and it was soon due.

     She thanked the Almighty and showered out tears coz she was the lucky few.

    That gave birth normally and got to live life , the others passed away as soon as their souls flew.

     Not everyone wishes to live longer and some wishes dont come true. Just know when its time youll feel the pain  you never know whos next up it might be even you.

    It finally arrived,  the day she waited for aswell as  soldeiring  to  .  She grabbed hold of the baby boy and smiled at her partner like this is our baby boo.

    As months rushed rapidly my father worked rapidly. Earning as much as he can.

    Hes always been blessed and still is blessed, he bought his 1st house when i turned 1.

    That was me there on the bouncer staring at the ceiling while my parents painted the walls.

    I was really clever at a young age i began to see the bigger and higher things even though my parent were really tall.

    Oops. It all began to differ when was able to touch the top of ceiling walls.

    My mother and father i thank, for the person i have become today.

    Even if i gave you billions and trillions of pounds all your favours i would not be able to pay.

    Thank you for your effort and time and i am happy to see you everyday.

    – Riz.Hussain

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