Since Last night I has been unwell. When I got back from work this evening I decided to go to the hospital despite my exhaustion. There were many waiting, perhaps we will be delayed by more than an hour. I took my number and sat down in the waiting room.
There were many faces, young and old, but all silent.
Some brothers made us use of many booklets available in the waiting room. Some of those waiting had their eyes closed, while others were looking around. Most were bored. Once in a while the long silence broken by nurse calling out a number. Happiness appears on the one whose turn it is, and he gets up quickly, then the silence returns.
A young man grabbed my attention. He was reading a pocket-sized Noble Qur'an continuously, not raising his head even once. At first I did not think much about him. However after one hour waiting my casual glances turned into deep reflection about his lifestyle and how he utilizes his time, One hour of life wasted! Instead of making benefit of that hour, it was just a boring wait. Then call for prayer was made. We went to prayer in the hospital's masjid (mosque). I tried to pray close to the man who was reading the Noble Qur'an earlier in the waiting room.
After the prayer I walked with him. I informed him of how impressed I was of him and how he tries to benefit fro his time.
He told me that most of our time is wasted without any benefit. These are days that go from our lives without being conscious of them or regretting their waste. He said that he started carrying the pockets-sized Noble Qur'an around when a friend encouraged him to make full use of his time. He told me that in the time other people waste gets to read much more of the Noble Qur'an than he gets to read either at home or in the mosque. Moreover, besides the reward of reading the Noble Qur'an, this habit saves him from boredom and stress.
he added that he has now been waiting for one and a half hours. Then asked, when will you find one and half hours to read Noble Qur'an? I reflected, how much time do we waste? How many moments of our lives pass by, and yet we do not account for how they passed by? Indeed, how many months pass by and we do not read the Noble Qur'an? I came to respect my companion and I discovered that I am to stand for account and that time is not in my hand, so what am I waiting for? My thoughts were interrupted by the nurse calling out my number, I went to the doctor.
But I want to achieved something now. After I left the hospital I quickly went to the bookshop and bought a pocket-sized Noble Qur'an. I decided to be mindful of how I spend the time.
Moral; When we lose a our money or car we are still able to replaced it but, the time that passed by cannot be replaced!
Resources: Islamic Inspirational stories
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