How full of sin I am, I always complain about things that are not to my liking. How full of sin I am, I always feel cramped in my situation which in fact is full of joys. How full of sin I am, when I grin widely because of the things that please me. How full of sin I am, when I use all these special facilities for committing transgression against Allah. How full of sin I am, when I finish the delicious foods, that I always delight in with a surge of appetite, without any feeling of gratefulness ever expressed. How full of sin I am, when I wound the hearts of my parents, who love me very much, with my bellows and rebelliousness. How full of sin I am, when I hurt my friends with my rough behaviors.
Indeed………………. I am amongst those who are sinful………
While there, far in the land of Palestine, as well as in the distant City of Gaza.... there, my little sisters are crying, my mother is wailing, my father is fighting off the pain, and my brothers are sorrowful. They are the ones who deserve to complain about their conditions. They are the ones who ought to feel cramped because of the damage to the wheels of life. They are the ones who deserve to be sad, to moan and cry.
Not us….. It is not us who deserve to complain to God, it is not us who deserve to feel cramped with our situations, it is not us who deserve to be sad, to moan and cry on our conditions. And it is not us who ought to feel stressed for the wickedness of the dunya.
Indeed………………. I am amongst those who are sinful………
While there, far in the land of Palestine, as well as in the distant City of Gaza.... there, my little sisters are crying, my mother is wailing, my father is fighting off the pain, and my brothers are sorrowful. They are the ones who deserve to complain about their conditions. They are the ones who ought to feel cramped because of the damage to the wheels of life. They are the ones who deserve to be sad, to moan and cry. Not us….. It is not us who deserve to complain to God, it is not us who deserve to feel cramped with our situations, it is not us who deserve to be sad, to moan and cry on our conditions. And it is not us who ought to feel stressed for the wickedness of the dunya.


