Is this what life is? Is this what we are here for? A few clicks here and there. Opening screens, closing screens. Thinking, deciding, delegating, taking ownership. Reading emails, replying to them. Sending some more emails and waiting for their replies. Eight hours per day – spent. Eight hours per day – gone from our lives.
But this is what makes money. Money that pays the bills. Enhances my quality of life. Keeps me and my family happy and secure. I can buy stuff. Buy books and read them. I can explore fascinating places with my family. I can even help people with the same money. Poor people. Unhealthy people. I can support causes. I can build Masjids. I can buy shops. Start my own business. Give more jobs. Make more money.
But then what is money? A piece of paper. The entire world economy is built on this paper. Every country owes money to another country. Where is the value of money? Who decides which currency, which piece of paper, is stronger than the other? All of it is just speculation. We just assign a number and call it the value of the currency of that country. But if that country goes into war, the ‘value’ of that currency starts falling. But who decides by how much? The country with all of its resources is still there.
But why should I bother about the money? The paper. I didn’t build this paper economy? I don’t manage it. If I have enough of these pieces of paper, I will be safe. My family will be safe. If I, or my creator, keep me out of harm’s way, what do I care about the countries that go into war, or run into economic recessions? I am good and I am fine. Before, people used to work for rice and flour. Now we work for these pieces of paper. What is the big deal then? And when the time comes, when the powers that be decide to pull the plug, I will figure things out then. I will carry my skills to another company, another country. If Allah wills, I will survive. And if HE doesn’t, then who can fight HIS will?
But what if Allah wants me to do something about it? What if Allah is not happy with me just sitting and ranting and writing a blog about it?
This world is temporary. Why should I worry so much about a thing that is temporary? As long as I fulfill my obligations towards Allah, shouldn’t I be fine? Man was given limited control of this world by Allah, and man is crazy. Man will create problem after problem. And then take credit for solving those problems that he created in the first place. When the plug is pulled and the world ends, then we will realize that this was all temporary. This was all, not real. Those who had accepted the temporality of this world would survive and would be happy. And those who had thought that this world was everything. Would suffer. Heavily.
