It is said that there is a difference in the world that Allah, the Exalted, created, filled with various creatures of different kinds. After creating the world of humans and those beings that are neither seen nor heard except by those who believe and are certain of their existence in the world we live in, along with other creatures like animals. Allah, the All-Knowing, who has no partner in His supreme wisdom, created humans and showed that there is no distinction among them except in their piety and adherence to what He has ordained regarding His worship. Indeed, this is how it is in the sight of Allah. However, humans took a different path, placing value on intelligence and measuring differences in kind based on power, wealth, or physical beauty. They view those who possess these things as enjoying the peak of life, welcomed by the world and savoring the sweetest pleasures within it.
Such was the case for this young man, full of beauty, wealth, and the gift of knowledge bestowed upon him by Allah. He felt self-assured and content with the luxurious life he found himself in, unaware that there could be any hardship or challenge that Allah tests His believing servants with to gauge the strength of their faith.
Indeed, the world seemed to roll out a red carpet for him as he desired, for he emerged from the bright pages of his life's plan, untouched by the dark pages of struggle. Unlike those whom the world ensnares like chickens in a coop, left in a state of desperation, worrying about their future.
He was dressed in a fine blue velvet robe, exuding a captivating charm with a delightful fragrance rising from him, soothing the heart of anyone who caught its scent. He drove with skill and swagger, handling the car as if half-asleep, his eyes resembling those of someone drowsy. Beside him sat his friend, Ak, in the passenger seat, holding his phone and tapping away. They exchanged brief banter, but their conversation didn’t last long, as silence often prevailed between them. Each was absorbed in his own thoughts, for they had come together through beauty, wealth, and refined knowledge.
Suddenly, the car screeched as he slammed on the brakes, startled, after nearly hitting an old man who had stepped in front of him. He stopped and stared at the scene with annoyance, feeling the old man was wasting his time. Quickly, he opened the car door to step out, muttering, “This foolish old man is going to waste my time. Was he told I’m jobless?” He got out without paying attention to Ak, who was trying to speak to him. Ak hurriedly followed, knowing his temperament, but before he could say more, Am had already slapped the old man twice.
“Don’t you have any sense? With that useless piece of junk, you’re wasting my time? Nonsense!”
The old man staggered and fell, his mouth bleeding. Ak quickly grabbed his hand to help him up, and the old man burst into tears, for only he knew the hardship he was enduring.
“Hey, Am, how could you hit someone old enough to be your father? Look at his condition, and you show no pity,” Ak said.
Am shot him a glare as if he wouldn’t respond, then started walking back to his car. But then he opened his mouth and said, “Can’t you see what he did to me? Yesterday was the first time I drove this car, and he scratched it. I know his kind; none of them could even afford a tire for this car.” Ak fell silent, looking at him with disdain for his lack of respect for the poor, his blatant contempt, and arrogance. But to Am, it seemed Ak was being overly sensitive because he knew who Ak was and his background.
“By Allah’s will, you’ll meet your match,” Ak said under his breath, fearful because he knew who Am was—the son of Alhaji Muhammad Turaki, a family renowned for wealth, knowledge, and refinement. Fortunately, Am didn’t hear him, as he had turned away, heading to his car while muttering in frustration.
Ak pulled out a substantial amount of money and handed it to the old man, saying, “Here, Baba, please forgive him. Go to the hospital to get checked.” He said this, seeing the old man’s tattered state. The old man quickly took the money, thanking him profusely, overwhelmed by the amount. He had set out to sell his bicycle, but now he had received this money.
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It is said that there is a difference in the world that Allah, the Exalted, created, filled with various creatures of different kinds. After creating the world of humans and those beings that are neither seen nor heard except by those who believe and are certain of their existence in the world we live in, along with other creatures like animals. Allah, the All-Knowing, who has no partner in His supreme wisdom, created humans and showed that there is no distinction among them except in their piety and adherence to what He has ordained regarding His worship. Indeed, this is how it is in the sight of Allah. However, humans took a different path, placing value on intelligence and measuring differences in kind based on power, wealth, or physical beauty. They view those who possess these things as enjoying the peak of life, welcomed by the world and savoring the sweetest pleasures within it.
Such was the case for this young man, full of beauty, wealth, and the gift of knowledge bestowed upon him by Allah. He felt self-assured and content with the luxurious life he found himself in, unaware that there could be any hardship or challenge that Allah tests His believing servants with to gauge the strength of their faith.
Indeed, the world seemed to roll out a red carpet for him as he desired, for he emerged from the bright pages of his life's plan, untouched by the dark pages of struggle. Unlike those whom the world ensnares like chickens in a coop, left in a state of desperation, worrying about their future.
He was dressed in a fine blue velvet robe, exuding a captivating charm with a delightful fragrance rising from him, soothing the heart of anyone who caught its scent. He drove with skill and swagger, handling the car as if half-asleep, his eyes resembling those of someone drowsy. Beside him sat his friend, Ak, in the passenger seat, holding his phone and tapping away. They exchanged brief banter, but their conversation didn’t last long, as silence often prevailed between them. Each was absorbed in his own thoughts, for they had come together through beauty, wealth, and refined knowledge.
Suddenly, the car screeched as he slammed on the brakes, startled, after nearly hitting an old man who had stepped in front of him. He stopped and stared at the scene with annoyance, feeling the old man was wasting his time. Quickly, he opened the car door to step out, muttering, “This foolish old man is going to waste my time. Was he told I’m jobless?” He got out without paying attention to Ak, who was trying to speak to him. Ak hurriedly followed, knowing his temperament, but before he could say more, Am had already slapped the old man twice.
“Don’t you have any sense? With that useless piece of junk, you’re wasting my time? Nonsense!”
The old man staggered and fell, his mouth bleeding. Ak quickly grabbed his hand to help him up, and the old man burst into tears, for only he knew the hardship he was enduring.
“Hey, Am, how could you hit someone old enough to be your father? Look at his condition, and you show no pity,” Ak said.
Am shot him a glare as if he wouldn’t respond, then started walking back to his car. But then he opened his mouth and said, “Can’t you see what he did to me? Yesterday was the first time I drove this car, and he scratched it. I know his kind; none of them could even afford a tire for this car.” Ak fell silent, looking at him with disdain for his lack of respect for the poor, his blatant contempt, and arrogance. But to Am, it seemed Ak was being overly sensitive because he knew who Ak was and his background.
“By Allah’s will, you’ll meet your match,” Ak said under his breath, fearful because he knew who Am was—the son of Alhaji Muhammad Turaki, a family renowned for wealth, knowledge, and refinement. Fortunately, Am didn’t hear him, as he had turned away, heading to his car while muttering in frustration.
Ak pulled out a substantial amount of money and handed it to the old man, saying, “Here, Baba, please forgive him. Go to the hospital to get checked.” He said this, seeing the old man’s tattered state. The old man quickly took the money, thanking him profusely, overwhelmed by the amount. He had set out to sell his bicycle, but now he had received this money.