So we’ve realised what aaqirath really means. Dunya is a small time. The grave is our destination. Be nice n be humble. Give in charity.
Now what? What to do now? How do we cope with the endless desires amd the constant satanic pull? I’m ashamed to admit that when my mother started ranting about my dad today, all I really wanted to do was watch greys and switch off my mind. I’m ashamed but it felt like the only reprieve. I pray and I cry and my head hurts and this faaltu meaningless dunya affords such amazing distractions to actually njmb one’s pain that its hard to say no to. The bigger sins and the smaller sins and I’m one muslim sinner who keeps on falling, one time in one way and then in other ways, I don’t know what to do and how to cope aymore.