I know that I am being blessed with an extra ordinary life. The sick cells, and the weak body and the heart which loves Allah, are the elements of my life. the more the clock rotates,the more I become weak , and the more I see my mother's tears.
It is all about life, that some times my friends ask me how am I managing my self to be the same old Bilal who did the best among us, inside our class room.
My life sounds dead for many of the people, who are around me. Because, there is no Music, films, play grounds during the times of Salah, waste gallivanting on rods in the evenings, and chit chats with friends using useless SMS. The old ladies who visit my mother, whisper to her that "We wonder why your young Bilal is bed ridden, still he is twenty two".
But I am the brave Bilal, because I know this is a Rahmah from Allah, and some times my heart recalls that wonderful Khutba, where the Imam said that it is written in the Hadeeth that the sickness erases the sins of a believer.
I am a blessing, Alahamdulillah. My Dua's have got the higher degree, I am being blessed with a little time to prepare me for the Akhira, I know to make the best Dua for my parents, I know I will have a beautiful partner in the garden of Jannah if Allah wills ,with all the pain I feel, many of my sins are dropping down like the leaves of the tree , and I am reminded of my sins and I am blessed to make repentance. I repeat that I am a blessing but I still wonder that why this world is classing me under the "unfortunate youth" ??.......
