Polished with the indignities. Plastered by insincerities.
Smeared by censures. Stained by the scandalizers. And Shredded by the scandalmongers.
Sayyiduna Haatim Asam (رَحْمَةُ الـلّٰـهِ عَلَيْه) has said, ‘A malicious person is not a religious person, a contemptuous person is not a genuine worshipper, a backbiter is not at peace with himself and one who is jealous is not supported.’ (Minhaj-ul-‘Aabideen, pp. 75)
Imam Shaafi’i (May Allah have mercy upon him) has said, "Malicious and jealous people get the least peace of heart in the world."
A smoked mirror and a bad heart are not respectable... It's true to say that we have permitted evils to control our hearts. Outwardly, we are beautiful and caring. And inwardly, our hearts are filled with immense malice and hatred for others. Not only malice but also jealousy, backbiting, and lies. Because of these hidden feelings, our homes are a palace of never-ending disputes. We deceive and envy so many people. Please realize that life is too short for holding strong grudges against someone. Forgive and forget :))
Competition should FETTER among the animals of jungle only Because when it comes to humans they make it JUNGLY STUDENTS competes with each other to get 1st rank Other completes in flowing river to hold the plank...
When Envy plays in the cradle of competition then, A sister crushes WISHES of her sister A brother knowingly pushes his brother into DEBT Not the every deed is the demand of your soul , except SERENITY All those NASTY Things is the greed of your body.......
Before sleeping faces of betrayal, deceive & lies, Appears right before my EYES . They left me in trouble, but promises to help others Declaring themselves a social reformer, a new THINKER . CHARITY begins at home didn't they learn !! Even after all this I want to embrace them , Ready to forgive putting my dignity at STAKE . BUT they'll are enjoying without even realising their MISTAKES Competition always takes place at the cost of one's life Whether it's an animal at JUNGLE or animals at HOME .....
" Competition is never good... especially when it hides ENVY in its lap...."
Once more, I rewrite a line of poetry from one of the great poets as one would meticulously retrace the outlines of an image.
The placement of each period, the choice of a particular word, if one of these were amiss, it would be all for naught, but my! How each word, each line supports the other, what beauty!
What beauty indeed! The more I know, the more it burns like celluloid! Fuelling anguish in my heart! And oh dear! What a jealous heart I have! Surely, others must feel the same. Is it so hard to discern beauty? Can we not read? Yet why is it so elusive to recreate something even a fraction as eloquent? Do we not spectate the same Earth? Such mockery! To recognize such and be unable to recapitulate it! All things of significance have already been written. All else is imitation! And how much more it aches to know that I am a cheap one at that!
At least just once in my life, could I not write just one line equal to this? I do not ask for much. Just one line! Then I could proudly brandish whatever mediocrity I amount to, like a brand burnt into my flesh.
They fingerpick on the guitar while I toe pick on the ice; my equipment doesn't fit as well as each note in each composition they write. After building brick walls in front of the net their slapbass slapshots destroy my defenses until their goals plague my crease.
While trying to set focus on my own game loud cheering emits from various venues for Mozart writing his first symphony at 6 Orson Welles directing Citizen Kane at 25 Johnny Depp originating that last line at 31 and Patrick Mahomes, whom I'm older than.
Competition is healthy, functional until the unstable heat of boiling envy releases the steam of resentment building pressure in the machinery until the screws pop out like marbles knocking each other out of bounds.
Daftly defining ego as the self and success as superiority and achievement as relative, I race against relatives; each pace they gain is a slap in the face in the rain stinging while slipping while blaming the elements precipitating my demise.
Gripping graphite too tightly vulcanized rubber goes wide shattering through plexiglass and into the rib cage of an innocent bystander dropping his concessions to climb the stairs to the sky box while I wait for repairs to be made.