I salute those of you that made it past the age of twelve without ending life. Hi! My name is Imaan and this is my story. A broken relationship – a damaged heart – and here I stand a few months later… this is how it all began. It was a relationship that was doomed from the beginning, but one that brought the much needed growing pains to the party. Perhaps that is why developmental experiences of first time relationships are prized possessions. All I remember needing through these phases that broke me whilst knitting together a new purposeful destination was, how much I wanted to hang onto the mind that was feeding me with the emotions that increased my hurt – whilst consistently feeding me with grief, sorrow, and sadness. I know it makes my failed relationship all the more dramatic – but let’s face it – every one of us is guilty of committing this crime.
So let me walk you down the dreary path of suffering that I took with a spoonful of sugar coated advice that poured in from all my well-wishers – and it is with hope in my heart I beseech the reader of this article to handle the moment in a more graceful manner when their turn arrives. Readers out here may not have realised it but the writer of every storyline is in the hands of predestination. Nothing happens in this the lower world without first being brilliantly planned in the upper worlds. This is the great universal power’s way of telling us that if we do not use the moment presented to us to focus on the mystery package handed over to us and deal with it, it will continue to feed us with experiences to grow us into the greater person we are meant to become. And let me warn you – predestination is not intimidated by our over emotional tantrums. The objective of life is to graduate you into awareness of the higher destiny written for every soul – you will be targeted until you are moulded into the new you, you are meant to echo.
I found that when I fought the process it crushed me again and again until I could breathe no more – and when finally I lay my head down on my pillow to accept defeat, it fed me with all creativeness I needed to become motivated enough to move forward – to a place where I could formulate a structured plan. Provided off course that I was up to listening. Now… if you are asking me for a quick short cut solution then let me counsel you now – life is not an app that you can download all set up and running – life hacks…. Now that is what you need. And this is how I handled myself through my daunting process.
Take a moment to realise that this is your awakening. It is for you a prearranged revival, a reviewed plan of the divine intervention not meant as a destruction. Then quick…. Find yourself a facilitator. An architect of life that will immediately set about to reorganise your future for a far greater success. You can alternatively work your way out of the chaotic turmoil with wounds to the heart and a mind involved in new relationships with cycles of trauma – now order, now disorder! This is the infamous path of suffering the past generations took – or – you can hack your way out through the skilful talents provided for your administration by the makers of your upper destiny.
It’s time for each one of us to recognise that during our stormy moments all we are tested on is how we will deal with each situation – not how much trauma the situation has dealt to us. Here’s to brewing that Sufi Wine…if you will be irritated by every rub how will you ever be polished!