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Life is Fragile

BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM

How y'all doing today? :)

OPPS!

Assalamualaikum. How's our imaan? Hope everything is doing okay, with Allah's blessings and rahmah. Well, I've been going through a bit of a rough time these past few weeks. I'm not quite sure why or what is actually bothering me, but thinking the fact that I MIGHT die soon, worries me.
"Have I done enough?"
"Should I do more?"
"Would I die with His name in my lips?"

Nothing in this world is certain. Not even tomorrow. I can't even guarantee that after I post this, I am still alive. AND THAT WORRIES ME. The fact that I haven't become a true muslim yet gives me the creeps. I always want to do better, but something always stops me from doing so. Astaghfirullahal azim!

This one time, me and my friends have a Biology lab session, where, on that particular day, what we have to do is observe specimen. At the beginning I was like, " (sigh) Not again." Well, I kinda took that session for granted. I didn't know what gotten into me, but that day, I was kinda numb. (Not dumb) NUMB.

So, long nagging short, I finished making my specimen observation and was walking out from the lab with my dear sister, Liyana. (because everyone finished early and left us behind. boohoo~) Walking, talking, one hand with the books, the other with the 4 specimen I was about to return back to our lecturer. I was set to go, when Liyana asked me the whereabouts of the specimen slides. I told her it's in my hands, and I swung my hand to show her. Then all of a sudden,

IT SLIPPED!
Crack!

was the sound I heard, and a sudden gasp from both Liyana and I. I laughed (as I usually do when something goes wrong, or I'm about to panic) and picked the pieces up. Well, standard procedure is, when things break in lab, you have to pay. I mean, literally, with money. And when I looked at the price, I was like Subhanallah! How careless was I!

I came across some of my friends, who told me not to report it, cause it's just a piece of slide. But, there are far greater things I am worrying.

Am I not responsible for this?
Isn't Allah watching?

So I went down to see the lab assistants and reported it. A guy was laughing at me, because what I did. I don't mind that. What I didn't understand is that what the heck was so funny? Later that week, I went to pay for the damage I made, and ALHAMDULILLAH, the lab assistant told me I only have to pay a small amount of money due to some reasons I might not want to state here.

The ibrah that I got was, life, is as fragile as the glass slide I was holding. Just when I thought I had a good grip on it, it slips away and break to pieces. It's kinda like what life is about. When you think you have grab hold on life,

THINK AGAIN

It can slip away any time, whether you're conscious about it or not. We might die today, and not even know it's coming. InsyaAllah, with His guidance, may we be more prepared in completing our mission as abid and khalifa, while preparing our deeds as the ticket to Jannah. InsyaAllah

Wrong doings, wrong messages are of my mistakes. Good things only comes from Allah
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