Sharing : Crush & Reality

This story was shared by a very good friend 13 years ago….

Half past eight at night, a moonlit lawn, dinner tables with candle lights, melodious love songs playing in the background, a sweet-scented cool breeze drifting across the gardens; what could be more romantic for a newly married couple? Abhirami and I had got married three weeks back, after we had been engaged for a mere twenty days. It was a routine for us to dine out every Saturday night since the day we had got engaged.


My parents had found Abhirami through an online matrimony and had chosen her after scanning many profiles. Incidentally, she worked in the same company as I did. An MBA grad just out of college, she worked as an Associate Manager in HR and had joined our company three months before I first met her in her house.

The first encounter was a good one though. Our parents gave about an hour’s time in private to get to know each other and for me, it was more like an HR round of some walk-in interview; she had bombarded me with so many questions! The only question I got to ask was an initial “Hi?” after which, she took over the scene and spoke so many things about her in less than fifteen minutes, not only was it difficult for me to digest all of what she said, but also it did not leave me anymore questions to be asked; I just kept answering to whatever she asked me. In any case, I was not much keen on trying to find out anything about her, for I had already agreed on everything even before going to their house. My decision of saying yes was because of only one reason – to keep my parents happy, at least this time.


The day after our engagement, we met at a shopping mall and as we strolled around we chit-chatted while window-shopping at the same time. ‘Paapu’ was her pet name at home and I too preferred calling her like that, not only because I felt she was a little kiddish, but also since she was almost four years younger than me.

“Hey paapu, we haven’t even got three weeks for our marriage, you know”, I said.

“Yeah and I’m telling you now itself, go and live your life to its fullest, do whatever you want in these days and be done with your bachelorhood. I bet you’ll repent later for having lost your freedom”, she chuckled, paused and then asked with eyes wide open, “Why? Are you scared?”

“Naah! I’m all ready for it, you know. But it’s all happening so quickly and you know I was just wondering how you could agree for all this so fast!”

“Karthik!” she used to call me by name, “when my parents told me that someone was interested to take me as his wife, in a way I felt easy that that someone worked in the same company as I did. So I dug out some basic information about you, ‘you know’ and I had a peep into your website…”

“That’s not my website; it’s my blog!” I was really passionate about it, even the calling.

“Blog or whatever. Anything which opens in that ‘e’-Internet Explorer is a website for me.” It’s a little difficult to explain such things to technically-non-sense people and hence I preferred not to interrupt her. “Ok ok! You were telling something, please continue.”

“Ya. Then I saw your, went through all that you had written, came to know quite a few things about you and was really impressed on your ability to churn up so many words.”

“Whaaaaaaat?” I was flabbergasted. “You fell for a guy just by seeing some bullshit he has written for someone else?”

“Whoa! That’s not it. There’s something else too. But hey, why the hell do you think that what you write is crap? Believe me, the only way in this whole wide world to express your feelings to a girl like me is by words and not roses or chocolates! Words are forever my dear and I very well know that whatever you wrote over there came out straight from your heart. Those words were good enough to prove to me that you had a clean heart. I just tried putting myself in place of the one for whom you wrote all that stuff and trust me, I could really feel that all of it was written for me. All it took for me was a little trying; was kind of a mental preparation for me to be your wife. By the way, who said you write junk? Tell me and I know how to deal with them”, she gave the look of a girl child playing teacher-teacher.

“Trying to take undue advantage of your authority, eh?” I tried pulling her leg.

“Well, then I don’t know what you’re gonna do if I told you that I had talked to all of your team members two weeks ago.”

“What? Oh my god! Now I know what that ‘Meet-Your-HR’ was for. I did want to know why project managers were not invited, but then, my team mates said it was just an informal meet to discuss some of their problems…”

“I made it look like that”, she winked with an evil smile, “and actually due to that, I came to know what others around you think of you – professionally as well as personally! Their opinions just added on to my reasons; I had to rely on others opinion you see, I never even knew that such a creature had existed for me. So there was no question of having my opinion about you”, she smiled again. I felt I heard somebody laughing at me and someone else yelling from behind, “Dude, you are dead meat now. She’s gonna be watching you 24/7.” But whatever it was, I felt that maybe, in Abhirami, I am finding my lost love.

“Hey paapu, tell me one thing. Didn’t you have any boyfriends ever?” I’d never gotten a chance to ask that.

“I did. Four, till date.”

“Whoa! Then how come you didn’t think of getting along with any of them for life?”

“Na na!” She made faces, “They were really good boyfriends; but none too good for a hubby material. Each of them always thought of taking me out, going out to movies, parks and shopping and at some point of time secretly thinking of laying me down! But don’t you worry. I’m still a virgin.”

“Ha ha! No, I don’t really mind. But don’t you feel guilty that you ditched four good guys?”

“You know one thing dear. Not all boyfriends make good husbands and not all girlfriends make good wives. By the way, I did not ditch any of them. They simply went away; some butterflies and some cowards. But, what about you? You never told me who that girl was?”

“Hey look! This shop says flat 50% off on all type of clothes. Wanna try out?” I asked her. “You bet! Chalo, let’s go inside.” She pulled me in. It’s so easy to divert a woman’s mind I thought and felt glad about the experience I had gained!


Three weeks after our marriage, on yet another Saturday night, we had gone to yet another restaurant. This was a newly opened garden restaurant on top of a hillock and was not known by many. With candle-lit dinner tables in an open garden and a soft cool breeze drifting across, it was the perfect getaway for families as well as couples on any night of the week.

Abhirami and I took a table in the far corner; not that nobody should disturb us, but because I did not want anybody else to get disturbed by our, I mean Abhirami’s, talking.

A few moments after we settled down, while we still hadn’t thought about ordering anything, a very cute little boy, maybe not even two years old, toddled towards our table. “Cho chweet!” Abhirami exclaimed and turned sideward to pick him up. She was very fond of small kids and always coquetted that she wanted at least a dozen of them from me! Before she even stretched her hands, a female voice started calling out, “Partha, Partha, come here. Come here dear.” The name Partha struck something in me. But what was more unsettling was the woman who called out. She came near our table and while she picked him up and said, “He’s become very naughty these days. Keeps running away all the…” she saw my face; words got stuck in her throat. She turned to see where her husband was. He was already seated at a nearby table. “Very sweet child!” Abhirami said to her, but she did not listen. She simply went to her table and sat down. My mind was totally fazed out.

Abhirami turned towards me. She could easily sense that I was unnerved. “Something’s wrong? What happened dear?”

“No, nothing. Paapu can we go to some other place? I’m not finding the ambience as good as people told about it.”

“What? I am not budging from this chair until we are done for this evening. Karthik, I’m sure it’s about something else. Come on tell me what it is.” The first time I tried lying to her and I was caught so easily. I knew I had no option but to give away.

“You always wanted to know who my first love was, isn’t it? That’s her – Poorvi; the lady who picked up the kid just now.” Abhirami turned back to see Poorvi seated diagonally opposite to us and facing our table. “Paapu, please, don’t look at someone like that.” “Oh! Come on, she’s not any someone. Let me see what’s so special about her that made you go head over heels.”

“You can never see it from the outside.” I said lowering my voice.

She turned back. “Karthik, I always felt there was something really heavy that you carried all the time. It’s probably because you have never got anybody to share it with or never thought of letting it out. Listen to me. Tell me about it right now. I am sure it will definitely make you feel lighter. Trust me.” She held my hand. I did trust her. I too felt that there was no point in keeping it inside anymore.

“Paapu, she was my college mate; we first met during our college fest in the second year. After that, we met often; sometimes by chance and many a times on purpose, and as we kept meeting, our friendship grew. By the time we reached the final year, we both knew it was something more than friendship that we had in mind. Never in my life had I felt so good about any girl. I started to miss her when she did not meet me or call me on some day. You know it’s like, we miss only those whom we never want to miss. With Poorvi around, I felt I had found something that I had always been missing in my life. On one fine day, in our college campus itself, I proposed to her. She too accepted with a beautiful smile. I felt I was the luckiest person in the whole world.

“We both had been selected for the same company in a campus interview during our sixth semester itself and so, even before we got out of college, we had started dreaming about settling down in our lives, so much that we had even planned to name our kid ‘Partha’ if it was a boy and ‘Punya’ if it happened to be a girl!”

“Wow! I’m kinda liking this.” Abhirami’s eyes were gleaming.

“Unfortunately, the second half isn’t as good. After we got into our jobs, almost everyone except her parents had come to know about us. I too had told my parents that if at all I marry, I will marry only this girl. They were down emotionally and against me for some days but then they understood how much she meant to me and later whole-heartedly accepted her. From then on, she even used to attend every family function of ours. My parents had also agreed to talk to her parents regarding this.

“But before they did that, on one fine day, when Poorvi had been to her native, she told everything to her parents. That was when tragedy struck. For her parents who were very much conservative, their only daughter’s love-marriage was the biggest insult they could suffer in the family. Giving a petty reason that the horoscopes do not match, although there was no problem of caste or community, they simply said no to it and put some guy’s photo in front of her and forced her to marry him. When Poorvi resisted, her father suffered a cardiac arrest. I do not know if he acted so, but the doctor is supposed to have said to her that one more such attack and she may lose her father. Hearing this, her mother too sentimentally blackmailed her and all that Poorvi could do was succumb to the situation. She left me stranded but I still don’t blame her; I had been with her for not even five years but her parents were there for her right from the start. I still remember her last words – ‘I am really very sorry’. She even quit the company before completing two years and did not wish to continue as a friend either. So I never tried to contact her after that.

“I went into solitude for one and a half years, searching for a bit of joy all the time. But in the last four to five months, things at my home reached crisis. Both my parents became more depressed than I was and started to lose their health. This time, I had to surrender to the pressure. Finally I said I would marry any girl that they would put in front of me and then…” my tone was heavy as I finished my story, “you know what happened.”

Abhirami’s eyes were fixed. After a moment, she sat next to me, held my hand tightly and rested her head on my shoulder. For the first time ever I felt Abhirami’s hug was different. I could feel her silence telling me something, “Karthik, promise me that you’ll never leave me. I need you more than anybody else in this world.” My heart understood what her silence spoke. I realized that I had to be the one in her life and that all she wanted was a little love in return for everything of hers. I looked into her eyes; my eyes made the promise. Finally she spoke. With an aching voice, she just said, “I love you Karthik. Let’s go home.” We got up. Abhirami remained clung to me like a small child holding its mother. I put my arms around her shoulder and started walking.

As I walked past Poorvi, I saw her eyes. There was regret in them. I just wished that she would bury it all.

Final Words

They say ‘Marriages are made in heaven’. Made or not, I do not know, but one thing is for sure – the one whom you’re going to marry, would have already been decided by The One above. No matter how many crushes you have in your life, no matter how many infatuations you go through and no matter how much you try to get into a relationship with someone, you’re going to marry the only one you’re destined to. If that ‘one’ happens to be the one you’re already in love with, then you sure are lucky, or else, better luck next time!

You are loved by Mizi Wahid – My thoughts

” 7 things to Remember When You Feel Broken, Left Out, & Abandoned”

…… “If you take the time to learn to understand others and yourself better; you will realise that all of us actually want the same thing” – You are Loved by Mizi Wahid.

I’ve had always been in denial… OR still am….

I was rather surprised………..

I imagine this book will be a difficult read especially for those who currently have self-doubt or felt unloved. However, it is a beautiful read that emphasize heavily on others, and building trust beyond your control.

For some chapters, I teared, realising how others are are braving through their pain and yet show kindness for those who need the extra affirmation. Not that pain should be measured, sometimes I am engrossed in my own hollow of grief that I fail to realise, there are others as well.

I love how this book ties in to islamic teachings as well without it being in your face. I love this book as it is a reminder to look into myself deeply to unpacked my trauma that I may have mistook and love the flaws in myself and others as well.

It made me reflect on life lessons and be thankful, and appreciate myself more ❤

It is a beautiful book. I hope you find the time to read this one day.

PS : Thanks for such a lovely gift.

Sharing – Seven Wonders of the World

Heyy guysss! First and foremost, wish everyone a Very Happy New Year !!! Let’s start the year with a very good note!

Its been ages since I wrote something.. Writer’s Block! I thought why not share something really nice I came across to start off! Maybe something may spark from this for me to write more! Inshallah ❤

A group of students were asked to make a list that they thought were the current Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes:

Egypt’s Great Pyramids

Taj Mahal

Hoover Dam

Panama Canal

Empire State Building

St. Peter’s Basilica

China’s Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one quiet student hadn’t turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, “Yes, a little. I couldn’t quite make up my mind because there were so many.

“The teacher said, “Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.”

The girl hesitated, then read, “I think the Seven Wonders of the World are:

“to touch

to taste

to see

to hear.

She hesitated a little, and then added,

to feel

to laugh


to love

The room was so full of silence you could have heard a pin drop. Those things we overlook as simple and “ordinary” are truly wondrous.A gentle reminder that the most precious things in life cannot be bought nor are they made with man’s hands.

Blessings given to us are countless.

How can you tell if an INFJ is hurt? – Sharing

  1. INFJs often act different when they’re hurt. They might even have a whole different personality.
  2. If you’re close to them and they are barely talking or even responding, there’s a good chance. They will look withdrawn.
  3. Even if they’re talking, there will be no enthusiasm like before. All their words will seem shallow. They won’t go in-depth in any topic. It will probably just be “small” talk.
  4. INFJs tend to cut people off often. The famous doorslam.
  5. If not doorslam, they will avoid communication as much as they can. Even meeting you. They will find every excuse to avoid that.
  6. Since INFJs have a hard time dealing with their emotions, INFJs prefer isolating themselves at times. They take this time to figure out how they’re really feeling, heal, forgive and move on. They may come out a different INFJ, you never know.
  7. If you’re THAT important to an INFJ and they were hurt, they will try to fix it and make you realize why it hurt them (in case you don’t know why they were hurt). They might end up crying in front of you. They don’t do that often though.

But overall I’d say it’s really hard to spot a “hurt” INFJ. They never show it. They tend to have a different personality on the surface which makes it harder. They are too complicated to be figured out. Even if they’re hurt, they will keep letting themselves get hurt unless they can no longer take it. That’s when “enough is enough” mentality hits in. But like I said, since INFJs are hard to figure out, you won’t really know if an INFJ will just kick you out of their life or maintain a distant relationship or try to fix it.

For me, if that person really matters to me, I will let my pain be known to them. I often cry. If they don’t, then all hell break loose. They will never see the same me. In the worst case scenario, I will just cut them off. But if they reach out for help or something, I can’t really say no, so I just maintain a distant relationship.

Once realization hits, actions are taken. But it really depends on where an INFJ holds that person in their life.

Why do people tend to not listen to the advice of an INFJ?

Because it’s difficult to follow the logic.

Most people make decisions by following a logical path. First they need to do A which will result in B which could lead to C etc. etc.

But INFJ’s don’t see straight paths. They can go from A to B and then take an intuitive leap and land in G. They can’t really explain their intuition either because the thought process is purely subconscious, they are merely piecing together a thousand red flags that they noticed without realizing it in order to arrive at that decision.

So to the ordinary individual what the INFJ is suggesting may seem outlandish, a little extreme, the logic doesn’t really make sense, they have no idea how we arrived at that conclusion. People do not like decisions that are based on intuition and ambiguity, they need something more concrete.

Sadly our intuition almost always tends to be right. Hopefully that’s enough evidence for them to trust our advice the next time.

As an INFJ….

As an INFJ…

I can read people’s energies immediately upon meeting them or engaging with them. I pick up on their vibes, and kind of almost “read their aura” without challenge.

I have a hyperactive brain, and I have great trouble with slowing it down or “turning it off.” As a result, I worry far too much!

I am very interested in human emotion and human psychology. I thoroughly enjoy figuring people out, and helping them to figure them selves out. As much as I dislike people and work hard to avoid them, I also enjoy engaging with them in order to study them, all the same.

I care very deeply for those who are closest to me. I embrace quality over quantity in my social relationships, and I cherish strong emotional connections.

I quickly become bored with and/or irritated by meaningless chit-chat and “tabloid talk.” I do not care to socialize unless I’m either able to engage in friendly debate about social or political topics, or am able to engage in deep meaningful conversation about intellectually or creatively-stimulating topics.

I tend to think that everything is about me, but ONLY when “everything” is negative. I hate being in the spotlight, but I will drag myself into it when i feel as though someone else’s misfortune might somehow be my fault. Usually the issue in question has nothing to do with me, and I end up worrying for no reason (story of my life).

I enjoy playing “counselor” or “therapist” for others. I am very good at examining and solving other people’s problems, while I constantly neglect to examine and solve my own!

I have a STRONG need for creativity. I need to express myself through art in various forms. When I deprive myself of artistic expression I retreat, become depressed, and ultimately shame and berate myself. Verbal communication has always been much more of a task for me than artistic communication has been.

I become easily frustrated when I attempt to do something without success on the first or second try. I am highly perfectionist at the core, and I feel as though I should be able to master whatever I attempt. -no room for error-

I become obsessed with things out of nowhere, and spend much of my time researching my topic of interest. However, I soon get bored and move on to another topic just as quickly as the one before, about which I also obsess..

I always assume that others are judging or questioning me. I am very self-conscious, especially when it comes to decision-making. I always feel like I’m misunderstood and judged by a large majority of people about how I choose to live and interact.

Loud noises bother and overwhelm me, as do large crowds of obnoxious [drunk] people. My energy drains so quickly around any kind of volume of people or of sound. I need peace and quiet in order to be productive or to enjoy myself.

I am able to adapt to, and find common ground with, all different kinds of people – no matter age, race, gender, sexual orientation, political or religious views, etc. I love relating to and finding common ground with others, especially those who seem quite different from me.

I have always preferred the company of those who are significantly older than I. This was quite the case from a very early age, and has yet to change in adulthood.

Personality and emotional connection have ALWAYS been the roots of my attraction to the opposite sex, rather than physical appearance and/or financial status.

I would much rather receive a note, poem, or drawing from a loved one rather than a material/store-bought gift with a high price tag.

I am attracted to modesty and a humanitarian nature. I am attracted to selflessness, artistic ability, an open mind, and a tendency to forgive and lack judgment.

I am always seeking approval from my loved ones and, more so as a child, my peers. I have always felt very much like an alien when it comes to the ways that I function and view the world. I am a loner by nature, and as I age, I tend to appreciate and respect that aspect of myself more and more.

I struggle with the challenges of being a “highly sensitive person,” which tends to come with substance abuse issues, depression, and anxiety, to name a few. I feel and absorb other people’s emotions and fail regularly to protect myself from them. I am constantly drained and overloaded by a combination of the emotions of others and my internal thoughts.

I expect for others to understand when I retreat and become reclusive, yet rarely they do. I have a bad habit of isolating myself during times of immense stress. It typically does not benefit me in many ways to do this, yet I always think that it will.

I procrastinate and often put off my “to’do list” or responsibilities due to feeling bogged down by mundane tasks. I am always searching for the bigger picture, and feel as though I need instant gratification without applying necessary steps and work.


INFJs live in a world of quiet introspection and imagination. They have an uncanny ability see through people, situations, and words to find hidden meanings, motives, and outcomes. They care very little about how something appears to be on the surface, but instead try to peer deeply into what something means, what its essence, or core truth is.

INFJs are known for their strong insights about people and situations. They get these insights through the use of their dominant cognitive function; Introverted Intuition. They also are extremely aware of people’s emotions and moods using their auxiliary function; Extraverted Feeling. This combination of skills means that an INFJ can easily pick up on even the slightest mood changes and inconsistencies in behavior and then intuitively grasp what may be bothering a person. They are constantly aware of other people’s body language, tone of voice, and facial expressions to pick up on hidden meanings, motives, or feelings. This can give them an aura of seeing “through” someone, and it helps them to deeply empathize with and understand others. It also makes them excellent counselors, therapists, and social workers.

An Anonymous Girl -Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen

“If the man you loved gave you a reason to doubt him, could you ever trust him?”

“We all have reasons for our judgements, even if those reasons are so deeply buried we don’t recognise them ourselves.”

“It is easy to judge other people’s choices. It is far more complex when the choices are your own”

“An sometimes the people who seem the most accomplished and together are the ones who can hurt you the deepest” 

It was one of the books in my kindle, I procrastinated to read. Least I expected to complete this book in a night, last night. *goosebumps*

The moment you start reading it, you have drawn yourself into the world of a doctor and a subject and if you have done a research study before, this even feels very closer to heart.

This book is about a psychological study on ethics and morals that turn into a game of a cat and mouse. Who is the cat and who is the mouse? The subject of the study or the psychologist doctor who narrates the game?

Remember: the rule of the story is to be open and honest and avoid pivoting away from any embarrassment or pain these questions provokes.

You’re Invited: Seeking women aged 18-32 to participate in a study on ethics and morality conducted by a preeminent NYC psychiatrist. Generous compensation. Anonymity guaranteed. Call for more details. – sounds impressive eh! After completing this book, I can’t help but feel extra careful the next time I consider signing up for a research study. You do not know who is using your information and what are they using for.


Already Rajini-fied Part 2(Spoiler’s Alert)

Kaiyil Kedachathu Tholanjaa
Innum Romba Puduchathu Kedaikkum
Aana Aasa Adakkida Therinja
Inga Ellaa Kaaladiyil Kedakkum

“You got to lose something in hand
To value and cherish what life throws back at you
You got to control the desire to possess
To get the world under your feet”

Woahhhh what a lyric!! This song actually makes me happy!

It’s unfortunate that I missed this song both the times I watched it in the cinema. However, this time I managed to watch this song in my third time and this time was to “reward” myself. I made my mum and sis watch too, and their reaction after that, I’ll share in a short while.

Well, this is a long overdue post, but what a coincidence!! It had been exactly 2 months since I watched it the first time and I can still remember how I felt that day at Cathay with my movie buddy! It was an impromptu and we managed to get the tickets!!!

I guess this is the “true Rajnism” … Some even said, “we got the old Rajini back”. I even came across an article about how Rajini replicates from his previous movies. Though I could not relate to these 80s movies, I was able to relate to his style and how it made me happy when I was a kid. I remembered how when I was a kid, I used to go around and imitating him saying “oru thadavai sonna, nooru thadavai sonna maathiri” or “en vazhi thani vazhi”..

*Petta Parak*, one can’t explain the level of happiness one can feel, and it is evident on the viewers’ face. It was not just the first show, fans who expressed such an intense level of happiness, but even people from young to old, and not a regular theatre-going showed a strong sense of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Though I watched Petta thrice, I thoroughly enjoyed it all the three times despite knowing the storyline, twists and turns. However, watching it in the cinema impact, was even better! Hmm… to be honest, it does not have a strong storyline. But the cinematography and the presence of all the artistes  ESPECIALLY RAJINI and his charm which made the movie a blockbuster. The scene in the canteen, the subtle romance with Simran are some of the scenes I can watch over and over again.

Watching a movie can be considered as a past time, hobby or a family/friends activity. There are different aspects an individual expect in a movie. Some watch it for narrative, while others watch it for entertainment. I am a person who is more towards the latter. I do not watch movies which makes me sad. I prefer movies which are more relaxing, exciting, thrilling or entertaining.

When we say ‘I love Petta’ or ‘I enjoy watching Petta’ (or any other film for that matter), what exactly happens within us is that we are carried from each level to another level subconsciously.

Upon finish watching the movie, mum was very upset for Vijay Sethupathi and kept on whining about it. Here’s a short description of my mum and the correlation between her and movies. She is a person who does not watch movies often. So I was rather surprised by her reaction towards this movie.

Though, at the end of the movie, especially when used to seeing Rajini as a “HERO” since young, his mind twist character did make me “feel cheated”. And the moment when he says “he wanted to tell a story……………..” All I felt was “Crap!!!!”

Another friend of mine also shared with me that she did not like Rajini playing such a role, especially with VS. (This friend came to watch it for VS with me). She instead gave an alternate suggestion for the ending.

“Rajini should have only revealed that VS is not his son to audience and not VS himself and instead made VS dance along with him in the “Raman aandalum” song!!”


SHARING : Beautifully Said – Timely Reminders

When you open yourself up to people, when you lower your guard for a moment and decide to be vulnerable, when you gather the courage to say what you feel, you’ll inevitably get hurt.

Someone will betray your secrets. Someone will laugh at your vulnerabilities. Someone will light your heart on fire. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not.

Your relationship with the Creator is different though. You can pour out every secret to Him and know you’ll never be betrayed. You can whisper your dreams up towards the sky, and you won’t hear incredulous laughter or someone saying, “that’s a silly dream.” You can raise your hands and say, “I am so sad” or furious or disappointed, and you won’t hear, “get over it already.”

Nothing but love and mercy and forgiveness comes from opening up to The Merciful. He is shy to leave asking hands empty. But we continuously seek comfort and sustenance and love elsewhere, and then become surprised when we are met with ridicule or hurt.

There are wonderful souls wandering this earth, opening their hearts to people like you and me. But even with them, even in their warmest embraces and kindest words, you will not find the comfort of open palms towards the sky, and an open heart towards Allah.