Yet another day, and for so many days ...so many things going on. I keep wondering where is it worse, in the '7leej or in amreeka... I remember walking in malls, on the street looking at people, their faces, their eyes giving away more than they ever wanted. I do the same here, walking in seef, in the souq, when did we become them? when did we lose all the good we had, how did we end up losing it all.... when did the msg become lost to us. At what point of time did they become words only....
The black abayas, the black shehlas, the freshly powdered faces giving the illusion of a smooth flawless skin, the eyes bold and black with the finest most expensive kahl..... the sexy pout brought on by glossy plumpers, the mall lights reflecting off the shiny hair that were busy playing peek a book with the shehlas. the shehlas' bling forcing everyone to look their way. The walk full of a thousand words.....
I look at them, searching for happiness...the kind that makes the eyes twinkle, the kind that settles on your lips and you forget that its even there.... the kind that exudes a sense of calm and peace from you,..... but sometimes the thing you keep searching for is the thing farthest from you......
I guess i'm not the only one searching, their eyes show a constant struggle, a never ending search they have embarked on.... as they go from shop to shop, showroom to showroom of fine silks, rich brocades, dazzling diamonds, hot handbags, .... is this one going to make me happy?? will this one be the final one?? can i finally stop looking??
I wonder if any of them will ever look beyond themselves and their fancy malls to find happiness, peace and calm. The kind Islam came to give us....... I guess this is what marks the difference between a student who has an idea of the answer....and one who keeps searching for the right one forever......
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I know exactly what you mean, sister. Sometimes I am just amazed at the emptiness and shallowness in some of many of our young people's lives here in the Gulf. I can't help but feel that it is partly due to the excessive wealth that has fallen into their laps. They've never really had to work for anything and thus haven't experienced the pride of achievemnt that comes with hard work. Wallahi, they even try to BUY their grades in school rather than work for them.
The result is a deep seated boredom and alienation from the values of their ancestors and it ultimately will keep them from ever achieving real contentment.
Salaam Alaikum,
PM
I hear you totally, and my biggest fear is becoming one of them. I mean the empty souls I see staring at the glass windows for only a second before walking in to grab the item. Its a constant struggle that takes place not only on a daily basis but I would say on an hourly basis if not more... May Allah guide us all..aameen....
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