Clouds
come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour
to my sunset sky- Rabindranath Tagore
Recalling a parable from that wise
man, he echoed: 'imagine a beautiful china teacup, saying: "I wasn't
always like this. There was a time when I was just a cold, hard lump of clay.
One day the potter picked me up and said, "I could do something with this."
Then he started to pressure on me and changed my shape. I said, "What are
you doing? That hurts. Stop!" But he said, "Not yet." Then he
put me on a wheel and bean to spin me around and around until I shouted,
"let me off." He replied, "Not yet." Then he shaped me into
a cup and put me in a hot oven. I cried, "Let me out of her, I am
suffocating." But he looked at me and said, "Not yet." When he
took me out, I thought his work on me was over, but then, he started to paint
me. I couldn't believe what he did next. He put me back into oven, and I said,
"I can't stand this, please let me out!" But he said, "Not
yet." Finally he took me out of the oven and set me on a shelf where I
thought he has forgotten me. Then one day he took me off the shelf and held me
up before a mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had become a beautiful teacup
that everyone what's to buy.'
I sat on the rug, crossed my legs and
faced the kiblah to meditate. There is surely so much to think about and so
much to ponder. So much gratitude. Then my phone rang, I ignored it. Then beep
beep beep. I ignored them. The third time, it was vibration. I knew I had text
messages but still ignored them all.
I set my eyes straight toward the direction
of the Master Potter;. and introspected on the path I have walked from the day I
first set my sight on this planet earth. The strangeness, the trials, the
sicknesses, the accidents, the recoveries, the schools, the doubts, the
determination, the insane moment of guts and crazy adventures, the clownish
moment, the goofs, the prayers, the curses, and most importantly the gusty
moments of rare lucks and spiritual encounters which I still can't explain till
date. A friend called it miracle; I called it a sign that there is a benevolent
Creator who quietly moulds us, to fulfil our destinies.
In His strange aloofness, he interrupts our
moment of stagnation and helplessness and give us new direction. Call it what
you like, it is God's way of registering His presence.
As I finished pondering on my
journey, I realise I have so much reasons to thank God: So much reason to be
humble and appreciative. So much reason to look ahead with new goals, mission.
I realise there are really no
friends. Your best friend is brother from another mother. I realise there are
no enemies, only adversaries. They scheme because they think the only way to
achieve their goals is to get you out of the way. If only they have learned to
understand everybody can win if they all join hands together.
I realise that when people throw
tantrum, it is not because they despise you, but because they are yet to
outgrow their childhood, they are yet to learn to control their temper. My goal
therefore is to help them grow not join them in childish display.
And when someone throws stones at you
with intent to hurt, you can make use of them and put their stones in good use.
Make them stepping stones for you and cross to the other side, where there are
bliss and peace; Where your adversaries has no dominion; Where virgin
opportunities await your coming.
I have Learn to treat my
circumstances like days and nights. No matter how long the darkness rule the
night, it will surely pave the way for the light of the day. Yours is not to
fight against circumstances, but make use of them in ways that life continues
to look upon you with kindness and pleasure.
I am souring free today. Anything
that has held me back in the past is now gone. And I am free to sour with the
clouds and the sunshine and the stars.
The clay at the beginning is now a
beautiful china teacup some want to purchase. As I follow the path of my heart,
I discover my true treasures. I choose joy over all else. Joy is my compass.
Knowing full well that God is the source and supply of all things I am
provided. I joyfully anticipate each day's blessings and give thank as they
appear.
Thanks to everyone who spared a few
minutes of their times for me to share love and prayer and goodwill in their
little ways through all platforms.. Thanks to those who prayed and those who
smile. And most importantly, thank to those who made this day possible-my
mother and my creator!
Rabindranath
Tagore’s words flows freely in my head as I feel my body lighter while peace
overtakes my entire system. “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to
carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky”
Isqil Najim
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