The Arena of Seekers
"And He (Allah) has made subservient to you whatsoever is in the heavens and whatsoever is in the earth, all, from Himself; most surely there are signs in this for a people who reflect."
I was leading my horse... but little did I realize that He was actually leading me.
In all my horsey en-devours, I was oblivious to the fact that my horse was reminding me of my of ALLAH, our Creator. When I lead him, he followed, he was reminding me of what I was supposed to be doing in my life. When I stopped, he stopped, He was reminding me of when I was suppose to stop. He was silently leading me to obedience. He was leading me to the obedience of MY MASTER... ALLAH SUBHA'NAHU WA TA'AALA!
I continued to tell my master that he was not in charge, there was One Greater, over us, but he didn't hear me.
There was this horse, your horse, my horse... that kept telling us, ALLAH is in charge, you are merely a guardian and a temporary owner over me. When we fed that horse, we believed we owned it, yet that horse knew, we were merely the one carrying the food. When we abused that horse, we thought we are in charge, yet He, ALLAH, watched from above, as we abused His creation...and to Him shall we all return to give a full account of our actions.
I was admiring my horse... and he was admonishing me.
I wanted to take photos of my horse, and he kept turning his head away, reminding me that "The picture maker will be the worst punished on the day of Judgement." AAh... what a fool I was. The creation is more aware of the laws of the Creator than man!!
My horse obeyed me.... yet I disobeyed Him.
My Creator, the one above, blessed me with a horse that obeyed my commands, He made this horse subservient to me to teach me submission. But all I did was disobeyed Him, I disobeyed my Creator, I regret. May I learn the lesson of submission. Aameen.
I was telling my horse what to do... But he was telling me what not to do.
I wanted to show off my stunning horse, my achievements, my medals, my exquisite bloodlines... I wanted to show off my wealth, my fine horses, my fine lands.. When I asked my horse to move forward in view of all the crowds, he flatly refused. No way. He said... "I have been created to carry MAN, not PRIDE." I heard not. I pushed him forward. He refused. I insisted. He insisted that I saved myself from pride, he tried to protect me. I used my whip and spurred him on.
What a fool I was, I understood nothing, even though he was the best teacher.
Become the best rider, they said. There's nothing better in the world...they said.
I gave my life to horses, I gave my soul to riding. Only for it to be tossed in the dust. Worthless. There's something greater, something more meaningful than horses, than riding, there's a bigger picture. There sure is something so so so much greater in this world.
I was punished by my Master when I did not obey.... yet he was not punished by his Master when he did not obey, instead, he was forgiven.
How often we punish our horses when they do not obey us, when they do not listen to a command. Yet we use the very bounties of our Creator to disobey Him. Yet He gives us another chance, and another chance, and another chance. He gives and forgives, we get, and forget who has blessed us with all of these bounties.
I'm not just a horse and you are not just a rider, there is something more. We are a work in progress, we are a lesson being taught, we are our own teacher, we are our own student. The trail is our classroom.
The pious servants of ALLAH take lesson from everything in life. They draw lessons from every creature and every situation. They are aware of the One ALLAH and see Him and His Greatness in everything. May He make us from amongst those friends of His, who recognize Him through His Creation. Aameen.
"He obsessed over me, he spent every spare moment with me, he spent all his wealth on me, his life revolved around me. I tried to tell him, I tried and tried, He never understood. He wasted his life, until death met him. And now I'm left behind feeling lonely, trying to teach the same lesson to his son.
I, the horse, am only a Horse. I cannot protect you from Hell fire, I cannot grant you Paradise. Seek the One who can. Make Him the center of your universe."
- A regretful soul
"You will not begin to see, until you open your heart and look..."
"The mind recognizes the Creation... The Heart recognizes the Creator."
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