Of late, I have been thinking of life, death and life after death. As a staunch believer of muslim faith, I do believe that there is a hereafter, just as firmly as I believe in my own existence. In some ways, this faith may be stronger because I can see, feel, touch and hear myself but my belief in a hereafter is based purely on one account, Allah has promised us a hereafter, a greater more significant life.

Not that I am doing much to prepare for that life, in fact, as a person I have deteriorated beyond recognition. But there are somethings that are making me more aware of the fragility of this life. For instance, Saniya and I were talking the other day about her grandmother who recently passed away. We both deliberated about how life just passes us by in a blink. And how every day just fizzles out right in front of us and we never make an effort to do what is truly right.

I know Saniya’s right. I’ve been working for two years now and in these two years, I can’t say I have done a single good deed that may be the cause of my deliverance on the day of judgment. And time is passing me by while all I do is deliberate about life.

Yesterday, I called up Tabi, a classmate who MashaAllah got nikah-o-fied day before yesterday. I haven’t seen her since graduation and the last time we spoke was almost a year ago, when she called me to congratulate me on my engagement. And now, after a year I was calling to congratulate her. A year…a whole year has passed and what have I done? Nothing to truly thank Allah ji for saving me from a certain disaster. Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

So today, I’ve decided to do one thing that may set my life in some right direction. I decided to forgive one of the people who have hurt me in the past. So, I wrote an e-mail wishing that person well because I know that I have hurt people too. And maybe someday one of those people will forgive me as well…and maybe that will set things right…for once.