Crossing The Ocean

I was sitting in my boat with contentment. It was comfortable. It had all the material things that a person would dream about – material possessions, recognition, money, family, friends and a peaceful life. I saw a life in that boat just like how others taught me how life should be – full of wealth, health, joy, ease and fame.

Content as I was, there was something wrong. There was a hole in my ship. I tried to fix it with friendships, possessions and achievements. And, it did work. But, they were like pain killers that don’t really heal the pain but just makes us numb not to feel the pain for a while. They satisfy for a season but the hole would always return and sometimes the hole just gets bigger.

That hole in my boat was a discontentment that I tried to ignore and hide for I wanted to believe that I was okay with my boat. I didn’t want to admit that my awesome boat was not perfect.

One day,  the hole just got bigger and I knew it would break soon. I saw a boat that was made to fool me that it’s perfect. The more I tried to fix it by material possessions, the more the hole got bigger.  I saw my own lies that I wasn’t actually fixing it but hiding from the fact that the hole won’t be fixed ever for that boat was made with flaws.

The truth is we are all in that boat. We are all travelers. We should be heading to the same destination, but each one of us has his own belief of what that destination looks like and how to get there. That’s why, instead of reaching our destination, we end up wandering.

If we use that boat wrongly, the hole gets bigger until the boat breaks right in front of us. Then, making us drown in the middle of the ocean.

That boat is our dunya. We know that it’s not perfect but we ignore that fact. We hold on the boat because it’s what we think will bring us to our destination. But, actually it should be us leading the boat to where we should go and not the boat guiding us to our destination.

There are instances when we need to step out of the boat because the people in that boat aren’t guiding the boat to the right destination. They prefer to enjoy their journey by wandering around the ocean. So in that case, be brave enough to cross the ocean, even it means crossing it alone, and crossing it without a boat.

Remember that what will  make us cross the ocean is our faith in Allah. The more we fill our journey with His guidance and love for Him, the more the path to our destination becomes clear. And, the more we feel strong enough not to depend our journey on that boat.

Najmah is a 23 year old Filipino Muslim, Clinical Nutritionist, Med student and Writer. Born and raised in Saudi Arabia. Living in the Philippines since 2010. She is the founder of The Muslim Bricks. You can also find her blogging on her personal blog.By Najmah is her personal blog that contains posts about her life lessons, Islamic reflections, personal excellence and journey to becoming a doctor.

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