Thursday, January 05, 2017
WE, are not our body or how we look or how we are physically. We are our souls. Our body is truly just a container for us, for our souls.
So I had a thought just now, triggered by a drama of a person having a artificial heart transplanted into his body. People have been known to live with artifical heart, artificial or make-do kidneys, artificial hands, legs, eyes, face - which are all just instruments for our souls.
Only so far, I don't think we can actually have an artificial brain in a person. The brain is the window to the soul. Without the brain, the soul has no access to this current world and vice versa.
Back to the thought, the thought is that : if everything else was artificial except for the brain - I imagine, we would still be us. We can be like the tin-man with a brain, it'll still be us.
Although the brain is also an instrument for our souls, it is an instrument that is beyond the capability of man to reproduce - as it interacts with the soul that our human's science is still unable to access or study.
There are just some things in the world, that would be beyond man's intelligence to grasps. One of them is the soul - as God has mentioned in the Quran:
"And they ask you, [O Muhammad], about the soul. Say, "The soul is of the affair of my Lord. And mankind have not been given of knowledge except a little." (Al Isra 17:85)
*moment of awe*
Subhanallaah.. God is truly the most amazing.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Last few months Leen gifted me a book "Mind at Peace". These are writings by Muslim mental health patients who have revovered or recovering.
Although one has recovered, there is still a chance of relapse.
It was an eye-opening book. For these patients, the major anecdote to their conditions have been the Words of God, remembrance of God and knowing God.
There is an ayat in the Quran, surah Yusuf
The other day, I met with Leen again, with Nuryn and Saleha. This time Saleha gave me a book titled ,"Aku Nabi Isa" (I am Prophet Jesus). It's another book about mental illness, this time written by a Muslim psychiatrist. At the rate my sisters are giving me books on mental health, people may think I have some issues with mental health. I don't.
The first topic on this book is suicide. Which is the main intended subject of this post.
I just wanted to note that, it's no wonder that suicide is a very big sin. For one to commit suicide, one must have lost all hope in life, and their faith in God.
There is an ayat in the Quran, in surah Yusuf that man translates to "... and never give up hope of Allah's Soothing Mercy: truly no one despairs of Allah's Soothing Mercy, except those who have no faith." (12:87).
For Muslims who read, ponder and practise the advice given in the Quran, they'll understand that :
1. This life is a test.
2. You'll not be tested with more than that you can bear.
3. In everything that happens to us, there is a hikmah (a good reason with good outcome, a blessing if your persevere). The hikmah may be apparent and realised soon, or much later in life, or you may not realise it at all, if you are not observant and grateful.
4. As a Muslim, trusting God, His plans, leaving the outcome to Him after putting our effort, is essential. Muslims would be familiar with "tawakkaltu 3alallaah" - In God I put my trust.
5. We are not alone, especially when in suffering, God hears our calls. God is closer to us than our jugular veins.
If a practising Muslim reminds himself of these things constantly, it will anchor in his heart and even if suicide crosses their mind, they will quickly remind themselves of the purpose of our lives and that God is always with us.
This is the best we can do, and still, Allaah has power over all things.
Don't lose faith, have hope.
Darks days are moments, and moments will pass.
Put your trust in God.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Forgetting to live the moment, wasting time.
~Madame Blossom ~
Subatomic supersonic spaces in between.
Random. Not really related.
I was just suddenly reminded of this cool line by Jason Mraz.
A songwriter, a thinker, a poet, a genius with words.
Monday, December 12, 2016
He went on to drive on the road shoulder to overtake the car anyway and stopped abruptly in front of the car, obstructing other vehicles too. He came out to throw vulgarities and scold the driver.
When I saw that video, I was reminded of myself. I had been angry the other day at the Tuas Checkpoint queue, when I was trying to keep to my lane, and motorcycles are inching their way onto the car lane. I kept on just going straight, and one of the motorcycles had inched a bit too much and my side mirror hit his. He moved a bit in front of me and said, ‘stupid’. The truth is, that evening I had not been in a good mood and the car air-conditioner was not working. I scolded him back and asked him, how cars are going to pass if they kept going into the only 2 car lanes? He said, “stupid” again. I told him, yes, I’m stupid and he is so clever! Forced a sarcastic smile and moved on.
However, after that, I felt a bit sad, that I had been like that. I wish I had maintained my cool… which was tricky being in a hot car. The guy dressed and looked like your regular nice workshop guy. He was probably tired too, trying to get home as soon as he can.
What is turning us, regular people, into inconsiderate users and some into monsters on the road? If I had to analyse the situation, based on me, I was tired and hot. I’m normally not like that.
It’s sad that the stress of living in this place, is turning me into that kind of person, when caught in a situation.
I really, really wonder if people in other countries are as stressful as people working/living in Singapore.
Allaah has planned it all, right? I need to find my contentment point. Happiness is being contented. Happiness can be achieved when having enough for your daily/monthly needs.
I’m working towards that – towards getting rid of unnecessary pressures. I’m putting my trust in Allaah, it’ll all work out. Aamiin.
That man, from the video, I wonder what his story is. What happened before he started driving that day. He probably had some bottled up stress, and that incident, it just passed his threshold.
To the motorcyclist, I’d like to smile sincerely at him if I see him again. If I can remember his face.
My jihad (struggle) continues, to be the woman I’d like to be. Aamiin.
Sunday, December 04, 2016
It used to be called 'surfing'.
We go from one site to another, one blog to another.
Now, it's scrolling.
We're in that same damn site for easily, an hour, just scrolling.
But we don't know what exactly, we're looking for.
What exactly will satisfy us.
When exactly it will satisfy us.
And we still haven't found what we're looking for.