Why are we living? Ummati

asaalamu alaykum
my eye caught ur blog frm ilhaams journal .ur intensions look so good,we
humbly hope that it is successful and Allah accepts from you.
if I am not mistaken you put ur email add der for youth to say how they
changed and wat they wanted to change in the youth.if u did wnt that heres
my answer to the q
heres my little story
I grew with dreams ,big dreams like any other child will do.i dreamt of
being a doctor and I dreamt of living on a farm to run carelessly on the
fields ……..I was abit too little to understand the purpose of
existence nevertheless coz my mum always spoke abt Allah I knew that the
moon I admire and the grass that I roll on is all the signs of Rahmaan.i
schooled lyk any odd kid but in an islaamic skewl ,even though many kids
did wat we felt abit wrong to do.lyk some of my frends took photos others
visited casinos ,and as we grew many had a crush on the opposite gender and
had an odd relationship……I was more lyk the messanger I wud innocently
pass chocs or msgs to the lover frm the beloved…we had loadsa fun
excursions and many fun sports compotitions,life was awesome and all I cud
c ahead of me was my grand career an awesome spouse ,a romantic and
funfilled life ,walks onda beach and flights to the haram shareef.i dreamed
to be the best ,the best in every way I could.and so we went ,we went on to
live and y to lie once jes once I did fall for the trap of shaytaan I was
still small back den and abit naïve too after that I felt heavily remorse
but at that tym I was too small and pretty much jst liked sum1 and didn’t
do any haram.still too wen I realised it was haram to feel those feelings
which I newly felt, I felt lyk the worst sinner ever,though I was not
answerable in the eyes of shariah at that tym shukar.i watched movies and
enjoyed it though sum of my aunties hated tv i cudnt get their reason y..i
watched as my friends owned fones,listen to music ,have bday parties ,I
didn’t ask myself y I dnt do awl dat…but hey it took one year in grade8
wen I was rytin a poem for a completion about Nabee Sallalahu alayhi wa
salllam…wen a wave overtook me so forcefully that theres no turning
back……..just then I was in the pouncing ride of the dawning of youth
wen I suddenly fell into a deep introspection……y did my nabee bleed in
taaif ,why did he put himself tru soo much….y?why did sahaabah die
sending their last salaams to Nabee sallahualayhi wa sallam ,why did they
sacrifice even their families ….y?then I asked my immature self many
questions wen finally I tracked ryt back ,ryt back to the tym of Nabee
Aadam….ehmmm why did Allah create people I asked myself…..so answerless
I began on my long ardous search….until one day I came across a book and
I saw written so aptly my answer…
“i was a hidden treasure ,i wanted to be recognised so i created
insaan”hadeeth qudsi
huh,subhaanallah ,i got my answer ,Allah put us here for his Marifat,for
his recognition….and he sent ambiyaa to remind us that we here for this
purpose .then it awl dawned upon me..how am i going to reach my ultimatum?
and then i found ,myself in grade nine……busy thinking abt my Allah and
awaiting his pleasure.but hey i am busy in skewl….why ,is this the road i
wnted to take to reach my new found aim….Naaaa ,then i planned on going
to madrassa ,yoh little did i know how my parents had dreams for me and my
career ….now i had a battle to fight …..i had a mission to
accomplish,,,,, most ppl will say what wil u be widout matric ,most ppl wud
say why did u fail,well I was lyk a rock and nothing made me change my
decision ,my parents were hard too.dey wnted me in grade ten and did was it
.it seemed lyk unforgtable days wen I wished I cud walk in my mums heart
and soften it.but heyy isn’t there a rain b4 every rainbow………it was
early January wen skewl shoppin was gna start and den………………..I
was ecstatic my parents as long and as hard choice it was 4 dem ,dey
agreed.wen ur clothing changes,ur likes and dislikes changes,ur
conversation changes…………….den sumhow ppl act weird .life went on
and den the odd comments and critics began to get to me.i kinda forgot why
,I began to ask myself why ?why am I not lyk the norms of every1….but
then I got it ,every youth has passions u gta mke ur passion that of which
Allah wil be pleased with ,every youth has ambitions ,we gotta see how it
wil mke our lyf a meaningfull one,every youth lyks stlye ,we gta mke ours
the sunnath style…….then wen as a youth our friends myt hve haram
beloveds.,….and it sumtyms sounds soo juicy and rosy,but then so aptly
one Aalim put it ‘AGREED THERE IS A LITTLE STOLEN PLEASURE IN SIN BUT WHAT
REBBELION IS THIS TO THE SUSTAINER,
A
WHILE OF PLEASURE AND AND EVERLASTING REGRET,WHAT STUPIDITY TO BURY
THE
JANAZAH OF RESPECT
AND
HONOUR ”
so yes there is pleasure in sin but I guess way more pleasure to lower ur
gaze knowing that this is mkin ur rabb happy .im still on the same road
,the world stands b4 me like a long hike,indeed wats on top is
unpredictable we have to adopt tawwakul and remember that an abstenant
youth will be under the shade of Allahs rahmat wen there will be no other
shade accept HIS shade,
I mean who doesn’t want damsels,and rivers of honey………………at the
moment im onda road to Allah each step seems harder but more
sweeter…pleasures of the world come to me pleading….but hey just crush
the desire ,kick shaytaan outa the way ….and one day ,one day inshaaAllah
we will be before Allah wen he is pleased with us….THE UNBLEMISHED
YOUTH……INSHAA-ALLAH
‘THEY SAY GENERALLY TREASURES ARE BURIED IN THE PLACE OF
DESTRUCTION ,SO
DESTROY THE NUFFS AND DESIRE AND ATTAIN THE TREASURES (THE LOVE OF
ALLAH)
*Was just wondering what is ,love?i think love is abondon all love and
all; comfort for the sake of the beloved,love is to feel like theres no
other love then your love,love is to realise that none can love you more
than your beloved.love is to
to know that no matter who can proclaim to be
yours ,you know that someone already resides in your heart..huh love,,,wen
u feel such ecstacy knowing that whoever you love you only love them
because your beloved will be pleased with that love…love is to love only
for the sake of your beloved ….i mean who can love you more than Allah ..*
* **hpe u enjoyed readin*