Thursday, October 13, 2016

A puzzle piece out of place

Remember those essays that we have to write an autobiography for inanimate objects like "I am a pencil" , "Life of a boat", or "Being a television"? Now, think for a second if by a tragic turn of fate your destiny is to be the King of Fruits: Durian. Then, the story continues that someone brought you (a fairly good durian by anyone's count) to a foreign country where they don't have durian and are unaccustomed to the sheer intensity of the King of Fruits. You would surely be ridiculed, shamed, and insulted  far less than what you worth. You know they even included durian as one of the challenges for the Fear Factor show? Someone is awarded money just if they can stand you. Quite a different atmosphere to find yourself. Surely the battle for your self-esteem would be a war that you would lose. The incongruous reaction that you get from them is starkly different from back home, making you largely confused and astounded.
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But, does this mean that you are what they say?
Is your worth determined by external factors that are as heterogeneous as each grain of sand if scrutinised under a microscope? (Please, call my bluff and check those grains of sand under a microscope. It will dawn on you that your gross perspective of things is sadly inadequate and unreliable).
I beg to differ. Someone's incapacity to recognise your worth should not be the reason that you second guess your own existence. Allah knows each and one of us personally, nearer to us than our jugular veins. A wealth of sand on the beach is easy to strike of as one big entity but in truth, each of them are unique on its own: this trait only seen by those with wisdom. If there is nothing that opposes the rule of Allah, then you need not worry. Muhasabah is a necessity but please don't leave out justice.
I pity the durian that was so misplaced and unappreciated. Maybe time for a change of scene and circumstances?

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