rayhanaljanna
Junior Member
assalamou alaykom wa rahmatou allah wa barakatouhou-greeting of islam-
tihs is my first letter so i am just trying to introduce myself, i am a muslim and i am very proud to be. i am here in this forum to share with you this feeling of beeing a slave of allah, i dont really care about what they say or what they do.i will keep my head hight and i will never be ashamed to say "i am a muslim" i am here to show them that islam has lovers and that islam still has soldiers-we live with dignity or we die with honnor.
in my first letter i want to enclose this article-it from a british newspaper, it about my life, yours, about the life of any one who is still waiting for tomorrow to come and tomorrow will never...i let you choose the word here...
It’s not a rehearsal, you know
Returning with a message for dreamers…
Several years ago while sheltering from a typhoon in a sleazy motel in Cincinnati I came across a tattered beer-stained notice pinned to a wall above a public telephone. It read simply ‘this is not a rehearsal, this is life don’t miss it’.
It was a message that ghosted through my life ever since. How many of us can honestly claim not to have mortgaged our lives to some future dream, a dream which as likely as not will never be realized?
We live life on the never-never, telling our selves that just as soon as we have got past this or that particularly onerous chore or stage we will be able to devote our energies to what we really want to do.
I must admit to being a master of the art of the never-never. Daily I say to myself that as soon as I have finished this or that script, or article or paid off my overdraft, then I will really start to live.
It is , I believe, a delusion I share with the great hopeful majority and delusion it is dangerous to harbor, because each of us knows that tomorrow never comes.
For some I suspect that this life-long planning for the future is a way of procrastinating: a get-out for not having the will, talent or nerve for trying some thing new and discovering oneself to be a failure.
How many people have I met who have told me about the book they have been planning to write but have never yet found the time? Far too many!
This is life, all right but we do treat it like a rehearsal and unhappily we do miss so many of its best moments.
We take jobs to stay alive and provide homes for our families always convincing ourselves that this style of life is merely a temporary state of affairs along the road to what we really want to do. Then, at 60or 65, we are suddenly presented with a clock and a couple of grandchildren and we look back and realize that all those years waiting for Real –life to come along were in fact real life.
In A America they have a saying much ridiculed by the English: ‘have a nice day’ they intone in their shops, hotels and sandwich bars. I think it is a wonderful phrase, reminding us, in effect to enjoy the moment: to appreciate this very day.
When I first became a journalist I knew a man who gave up a very well paid responsible job at the Daily Telegraph to go and edit a small weekly newspaper. At the time I was astonished by what appeared to me to be his complete mental aberration. How could anyone turn his back on Flee Street for parish pump? I wanted to know!
Now I am a little older and possibly wiser, I see the sense in it. In Flee Street the man was under continual pressure. He lived in an unattractive London suburb and he spent much of his life sitting on Southern Region train.
In Kent he became his own boss, lived within minutes of the office in a very pretty village and found his life enriched tenfold. His ambition for advancement in his career had been smothered by his enjoyment of the life he was leading. His life had stopped being a rehearsal and became the real thing.
I not advocating that one should live for the minute in any hedonistic sense that ‘s not the answer. But it is, I hope, an exhortation to some degree of self-fulfillment. Whatever you want to do, do it now. Because, no matter how old you are , it is late than you think.
hope you find it as heplful and useful as it was for me ...with regards .may allah guide our steps
tihs is my first letter so i am just trying to introduce myself, i am a muslim and i am very proud to be. i am here in this forum to share with you this feeling of beeing a slave of allah, i dont really care about what they say or what they do.i will keep my head hight and i will never be ashamed to say "i am a muslim" i am here to show them that islam has lovers and that islam still has soldiers-we live with dignity or we die with honnor.
in my first letter i want to enclose this article-it from a british newspaper, it about my life, yours, about the life of any one who is still waiting for tomorrow to come and tomorrow will never...i let you choose the word here...
It’s not a rehearsal, you know
Returning with a message for dreamers…
Several years ago while sheltering from a typhoon in a sleazy motel in Cincinnati I came across a tattered beer-stained notice pinned to a wall above a public telephone. It read simply ‘this is not a rehearsal, this is life don’t miss it’.
It was a message that ghosted through my life ever since. How many of us can honestly claim not to have mortgaged our lives to some future dream, a dream which as likely as not will never be realized?
We live life on the never-never, telling our selves that just as soon as we have got past this or that particularly onerous chore or stage we will be able to devote our energies to what we really want to do.
I must admit to being a master of the art of the never-never. Daily I say to myself that as soon as I have finished this or that script, or article or paid off my overdraft, then I will really start to live.
It is , I believe, a delusion I share with the great hopeful majority and delusion it is dangerous to harbor, because each of us knows that tomorrow never comes.
For some I suspect that this life-long planning for the future is a way of procrastinating: a get-out for not having the will, talent or nerve for trying some thing new and discovering oneself to be a failure.
How many people have I met who have told me about the book they have been planning to write but have never yet found the time? Far too many!
This is life, all right but we do treat it like a rehearsal and unhappily we do miss so many of its best moments.
We take jobs to stay alive and provide homes for our families always convincing ourselves that this style of life is merely a temporary state of affairs along the road to what we really want to do. Then, at 60or 65, we are suddenly presented with a clock and a couple of grandchildren and we look back and realize that all those years waiting for Real –life to come along were in fact real life.
In A America they have a saying much ridiculed by the English: ‘have a nice day’ they intone in their shops, hotels and sandwich bars. I think it is a wonderful phrase, reminding us, in effect to enjoy the moment: to appreciate this very day.
When I first became a journalist I knew a man who gave up a very well paid responsible job at the Daily Telegraph to go and edit a small weekly newspaper. At the time I was astonished by what appeared to me to be his complete mental aberration. How could anyone turn his back on Flee Street for parish pump? I wanted to know!
Now I am a little older and possibly wiser, I see the sense in it. In Flee Street the man was under continual pressure. He lived in an unattractive London suburb and he spent much of his life sitting on Southern Region train.
In Kent he became his own boss, lived within minutes of the office in a very pretty village and found his life enriched tenfold. His ambition for advancement in his career had been smothered by his enjoyment of the life he was leading. His life had stopped being a rehearsal and became the real thing.
I not advocating that one should live for the minute in any hedonistic sense that ‘s not the answer. But it is, I hope, an exhortation to some degree of self-fulfillment. Whatever you want to do, do it now. Because, no matter how old you are , it is late than you think.
hope you find it as heplful and useful as it was for me ...with regards .may allah guide our steps
