I mentioned in my previous post that Hijrah is tiring and requires dedication and strong faith.
Sometimes Muhajireen can feel so tired that they feel like "going home". I know I have these thoughts from time to time, especially at visa renewal time. Negative thoughts intrude and I ask myself why I torture myself so. But the reality is likely that I would be torturing myself if I packed up and went "home".
I asked another Muhajira who was thinking of going "home" to imagine home, what is the weather like, what are you doing etc,. I wanted to know if she saw home in the same non-reality as I did. When I think of "home" as a place to retreat to, my home city is always awash with sunshine and beautiful blue skies and I am enjoying her parks and gardens and the views. The other sister also had these imaginings in her mental picture of "home".
We imagine such amazing weather when in reality it is either stinking hot or freezing cold. We imagine the beautiful places when in reality we live in the poorest cheapest suburb. We forget the reality of how we were treated and why we left. The grass is always greener...
I was wondering how many other muhajireen on a bad day imagine "home". Do you have lovely images or dark and miserable ones?
Where is home anyway? "Home" is Jannah, we need to keep ploughing along in this tiring duniya to reach it, and we cannot imagine it. Jannah is Home.
Sometimes Muhajireen can feel so tired that they feel like "going home". I know I have these thoughts from time to time, especially at visa renewal time. Negative thoughts intrude and I ask myself why I torture myself so. But the reality is likely that I would be torturing myself if I packed up and went "home".
I asked another Muhajira who was thinking of going "home" to imagine home, what is the weather like, what are you doing etc,. I wanted to know if she saw home in the same non-reality as I did. When I think of "home" as a place to retreat to, my home city is always awash with sunshine and beautiful blue skies and I am enjoying her parks and gardens and the views. The other sister also had these imaginings in her mental picture of "home".
We imagine such amazing weather when in reality it is either stinking hot or freezing cold. We imagine the beautiful places when in reality we live in the poorest cheapest suburb. We forget the reality of how we were treated and why we left. The grass is always greener...
I was wondering how many other muhajireen on a bad day imagine "home". Do you have lovely images or dark and miserable ones?
Where is home anyway? "Home" is Jannah, we need to keep ploughing along in this tiring duniya to reach it, and we cannot imagine it. Jannah is Home.