The bizarre flare

Past few weeks were heavy as they asked a lot of endurance and patience from me. It was an unknown trauma i went through inexplicable in a way that even if I sit here the whole night, try to carve out the moments, it would be in vain. In this case, a certain image I shrug off my mind comes back in déjàvues for some time. These flashbacks happen often when I am alone or walking on a deserted trail and all of a sudden my random thoughts are invaded by some thing I had seen earlier with a heavy heart.

Though the car is there in the garage, I prefer walking to my nearby office or take the transport. On my way from one posh locale to the other where I work, I get captivated seeing an ordinary Pakistani in his regular attire working his day out. The next thing on my mind is proly like what would be his thoughts on someone passing by on a classy car or the elegantly dressed educated chaps around him. This thought of class difference and inability to reach the life style that is advertised everyday around him. At times, I’m also thinking what sort of problems he would be having back chez lui. I know its crazy but cant avoid it and it was really happening a lot in recent days..

Gladly, its because Ramadan is here that makes me feel more compassionate towards my fellow beings and it’s this agony that would help me do more and more charity . Since God gave me so much and giving some of it to the needy ones turns me normal from this trauma, heals my wounds from the flashbacks, makes me relaxed and contented. I seem to be addicted to the whole process. Try reaching your nearby suburb and distribute zakah with your own hands. Experience it, and the next thing u will see what life has to offer you.