Every Wednesday, after a series of hard spars, I come home to nurse a bruised body in preparation for much the same the coming week.
And as I limp between each session, I think, "Am I like the man who drinks for a moment's pleasure to be drunk and foolhardy an entire night?"
But then I look to the beer bellied worshipper and think, "How can a man, losing battle with his visible body, expect to approach mastery of his hidden Nafs? Indeed, mine is not a matter of weakness; my pains are just a few small pebbles on the long rugged stretch to strength."
Friday, 16 November 2007
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Umar ibn al-Khattab, may Allah be pleased with him, said,
"Weigh your actions before they are weighed,
and reckon with yourself before you are reckoned with,
for today's reckoning will be easier than tomorrow's.
And prepare yourself for the great appearance
(of the Judgement Day)."
What a sound advice,
and so I look at the person I was yesterday and think,
"Damn I would hate to be him",
and then I look with greater certainty to the day before,
"Damn how much more I would hate to be him",
but then, what is this revulsion compared to
how much I would hate to not hate the person I was yesterday
and to be content with the person I am today.