Grateful
My relatives rarely talk to me over the phone. However, I received a phone call from my uncle one morning a few days ago. We talked about some stuff……. and he was happy for me when I told him about a certain news. On the other hand, I wasn’t feeling happy for myself. I expressed my disappointment over the phone, and told him it wasn’t what I wanted. In fact, I wanted better. Even better.
Then he told me to be thankful for what Allah has given to me. He told me that in life, not everything will go my way. He told me it’s not like I didn’t put in any effort or hard work. In fact, I did. I felt as though I worked my ass off, and what I received in the end didn’t do justice for my hard work. But boy was I wrong.
I failed to see what Allah has given me. I failed to accept what he had given me. I argued and disobeyed him. I complaint. I sighed. I questioned myself in what ways could I have improved on to be better. I questioned his judgement. But that’s not what I’m suppose to do. I was suppose to be bersyukur. Be thankful. Be grateful. Be appreciative for what Allah has done for me.
I failed to see what was coming. How can I get better, if I don’t even appreciate what I have? How can Allah give me better, if I don’t appreciate what he has already given me?
What a dumb fool I was.
Open your eyes Syidah.
I failed the test.
Weird huh, how one phone call could have such an impact on me?
