I still vividly recall the day my father passed away.
In just three minutes, my world turned upside down.
For the next three days, his absence echoed hauntingly, leaving me numb. It wasn’t just my father who had departed, but a piece of my soul too.
It was my first encounter with grief, with the profound pain of losing someone dear. It was also the moment I realized that what I thought was loss often led to a better path, a temporary setback paving the way for something greater.
Yet, despite his presence right before me, I failed to recognize the treasure I had, the most precious piece of my life.
People often confuse failure with grief. They believe that temporary setbacks — the missed university admissions, and the elusive jobs — bring lasting sorrow. But in truth, they are just experiences meant to guide us towards better opportunities.
Death, too, is a setback, but not a failure. It brings lasting sorrow, yet it serves as a reminder, a guiding force nudging us towards our true purpose. It reminds us that there is someone who controls our life, the One we should get closer to Allah.
Some may fear and hate death, but it is also a beautiful grief — a catalyst for self-improvement and a tribute to our departed loved ones.
While I once detested death with all my heart, I now find peace in its bitter truths. Death, with all its cruelties, is a friend, revealing life’s stark realities.
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