Theres Always Someone Worse Off This past Eid was one of the most depressing ones ever. I was visiting my parents in Montreal and it started off as a very gloomy and rainy day. I was picking up my uncle for salah and we were running late to his preferred masjid. We arrived literally just a few minutes before the salah is meant to begin, and in most cases there is no way we should get a parking spot in the masjid parking lot but this time was different, and there was still plenty of space in the parking lot. I thought did we get the time wrong and show up really early? Nope, people just did not show up in large numbers. Add to that the takbeeraat they were making were completely innovated. After salah we went to visit my dad in the hospital and stayed there for a while. For those of you who dont know my father has been in and out of the hospital for the last 6 months with heart and blood complications, may Allah grant him a quick and painless recovery, and this time his condition was actually getting worse. He had a high fever, face was very pale, could not sit up, and was barely able to talk. My mother was in tears, and I could barely stand to be in the room with my parents in such a state. We were all fearing the worst. At that time Allah taught me a very valuable lesson. A group of distressed doctors came into the room and slid the curtains to separate my father from the other patient in the room, and I thought this could not be good news at all. However, they did not come to speak to my father but to the other patient instead. Even though there was a curtain in between we could easily hear what was being said: Im sorry to inform you that there is nothing further we can do for you, and you need to be prepared that you only have a short amount of time. Are there any family or friends we can call for you? The man broke down in tears and responded: I have none. How much time do you think I have? Nervously the doctor responded: From a few hours to a couple of days maximum. After the doctors left we tried to console him and comfort him, but he didnt want it. He just wanted the exact thing that had landed him the hospital in the first place, some more booze. As bad as I felt for that man, and prayed for his guidance, I couldnt help but feel grateful that, Al hamdulillah, my father was not in that situation. Instantaneously I cheered up and cherished the fact that I was with both of my parents, who were alive even if it was in a hospital, and said the taught remembrance: Praise be to Allah who has saved me from being tested by what he was being tested with. One of the tricks of shaytaan is to make us believe that there is no one that is worse off or in tougher predicament than ourselves, and that is absolutely not true. We should be grateful for the state that we are in as things can always be worse, and be optimistic that the help of Allah will come and we will soon be out of this situation. There is always someone that is worse off. Al hamdulillah, my fathers condition is slowly improving and it is hoped that he will be out soon. May Allah prolong the lives of our parents with good health and imaan, and allow us to attain al firdaws through serving them. Ameen. Via Navaid Aziz 1 hour ago near Jeddah, Makkah, Saudi Arabia
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 07:12:58 +0000