sometimes the cruelty of this world scares me, not in a sense that will make me afraid of this world, that too, but maybe it’s the magnitude of injustice and jus so much chaos that your heart goes like “dunya barri zaalim hai” which is so true, and it’s not that you’re expecting dunya to not be cruel it’s just a comment that it is indeed, devastatingly soul crushing
like there’s a difference between “nazam-e-dunya” and “nazam-e-Allah”, the nazam-e-dunya may be modified because of humans, because humans tend to change things around them—for good or evil, but they do tend to change, whereas, “nazam-e-Allah” remains unchanged, no matter how advanced technology will be or how far this world will go, people will die, graves will crush and fade away, photos may dim, and then at the same time new life is born, a person gets their job, flowers bloom, it’s all a circle right ? you can’t challenge this, but the unfamiliarity of change or the absence of loss or perhaps both, devastates you a lot, like a cup of chai, khatam tou hona he hai na ? ye uski fitrat hai, lekin khatam ho jana humesha dil ko raazi nae karta, lekin haqeeqat yahi hai ke ek chai ka cup shayad khatam hone ke liye he banta hai, usko pitei waqt jo khushi, jo ehsasat hote hain, as if you’re shedding your heart while drinking chai in a good way and sometimes in a stormy evening way and sometimes in a way that is similar to how trees thrash and sway when wind blows through them.
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