translation of trail in Urdu llanguage.
Life as given by Allah is a day to day trial for us human beings. As instructed by Him that if you genuinely aim to live a LIFE on the terms & conditions given by Allah, good things will follow. But sometimes you do what ever is in your power to be good and follow Allah's and his last messenger will but still good things do not happen.
As like I said earlier Life is a trial, an azmaish . He gives us his bounties and let good things happen, just to know what will be our reaction. When good things are happening to us we tend to take all the credit for those good things and forget to be appreciative and grateful to Allah, for actually He is making those things happen. It is He who gives us these bounties and opportunities and puts us in this azmaish (test) as to know if we will forget him or not.
On the other hand when bad things starts to happen to us we start accusing our destiny, consider this to be an act of God, and we question that 'why this is happening to us, when were so good?' 'what did we do to deserve this?'
Whenever Allah has put me through an azmaish (test), wither if its a good one or the other way around I always pray to him to give more strength to pass this test with flying colors, and to be steadfast-amen
Few years back my elder and only sister Darakshan Apa was taken to the hospital due to a serious life threatening situation. She was in comma and the doctors couldn't do any thing. She just laid there motionless, helpless on a respirator. with no hope.On the 7 th day, I still remember it was Friday and before leaving for the Friday prayers, I suggested to my mother that we should pray to Allah that what ever is better, a healthy life or even death to save her from her miseries for our sister be given to her and we will accept His decision. And the moment I came back from the prayers we received the cal from the hospital that she has passed away quietly.
Because we were facing the trial-an azmaish by Allah and we bowed down to His will and prayed for strength, He bestowed His mercy on our sister and released her from her misery in the shape of her death. Neither I nor any body else got a chance to say any thing to her, neither she was able to tell her sad ending. even though we all knew what was happening, but we kept our mouth shut and eyes closed. Pressed under the social & cultural pressures.
After laying her to rest in her grave and completing the rituals, I returned to home and wept whole heartedly, taking refuge in my mother's warm and comforting lap. Even though I was a grown man with 3 children, but still she let me because she understood what I was going through, she didn't judge me because to her I was her child who had lost her sister and she had lost her child too. For a parent to lose a child in her life time is a suffering which no one can comprehend or understand. And nobody should.
A couple of years back, March 2008 to be exact, my dear mother passed away quietly also after a long and suffering illness. I accepted this unthinkable setback as another Azmaish, a trial by Allah, and went through the whole process again but this time silently and strongly. As I never got the chance to mourn her and weep whole heartily. Because this time I was left alone in this world. My mother was not there to comfort me and take me in her arms to solace me and let me weep. I still mourn her death but only in the darkness of nights quietly letting my tears slide away on my pillow.
