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I lost my grandfather over the weekend. It was the kind of thing I knew would happen sometime but wasn’t ready to accept. It still is a hard for me to really grasp the reality of it but I guess I never will.

I realize that God puts us through these situations for us to come to terms with the magnitude of our living. For every beginning there is an end. To dust do we belong and to that shall we return. But what we do within the time that is given to us is important. I feel that time is flying by and I need to stop, make myself useful, do good things and not wish for my purpose to be sent to me but to make a purpose out of myself.

This world is like a fistful of sand. The more we try to hold on to it, the more it slips away from us.

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  1. I just saw this… I’m so sorry Zarine for your loss. May Allah grant your grandfather, and all of those who passed before him and will pass, the highest place in Jannah.
    Your words about the sand are so true. May we take this as a reminder that the Dunya is temporary, and inshAllah we will all be reunited in Jannah in the hereafter.

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