The strong brick wall that takes its time to crumble.

I want to be a wall. I want to be that strong brickwall with no feelings. No emotions. No happiness. No sadness.

Even though we can't communicate with it and see or feel its pain and joy, it could be getting bruised every time the little boy down the lane decides to kick a football at it, or it could be getting annoyed when the passerby decides to lean his foot and back against it, or it could be loving the colourful new look by the simple splash and wetness of a spray can or it could be yearning to join in and have a laugh with the two sisters while they tiggle its spine as they walk upon it.

No one looks out for the brick wall. Sometimes it enjoys the silent, dark nights and sometimes it becomes bored of the loneliness. All the jokes that the brickwall wants to share, all the memories from a century ago which could make the ugliest of frowns into a smile, and all the secrets that the wall has witnessed is unnoticed. Even the fellow brickwalls that make right angles to it, can't hear it while it hopes, prays and wishes. But deep down the brickwall knows that there is a Being who hears every call and every shout that it makes.

To the rest of the world, its words are an unheard whisper that travel through the cloudy yet thin air. During every hour of the day and every day of the week, it is overlooked and forgotten, and it continues to embrace the slop of grey concrete that could possibly return every so often.

I want to be that strong brick wall, which takes its time to crumble.

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Coming accross the right words at the right time alhamdulillah Smile

Hummus wrote:
I want to be a wall. I want to be that strong brickwall with no feelings. No emotions. No happiness. No sadness.

Even though we can't communicate with it and see or feel its pain and joy, it could be getting bruised every time the little boy down the lane decides to kick a football at it, or it could be getting annoyed when the passerby decides to lean his foot and back against it, or it could be loving the colourful new look by the simple splash and wetness of a spray can or it could be yearning to join in and have a laugh with the two sisters while they tiggle its spine as they walk upon it.

No one looks out for the brick wall. Sometimes it enjoys the silent, dark nights and sometimes it becomes bored of the loneliness. All the jokes that the brickwall wants to share, all the memories from a century ago which could make the ugliest of frowns into a smile, and all the secrets that the wall has witnessed is unnoticed. Even the fellow brickwalls that make right angles to it, can't hear it while it hopes, prays and wishes. But deep down the brickwall knows that there is a Being who hears every call and every shout that it makes.

To the rest of the world, its words are an unheard whisper that travel through the cloudy yet thin air. During every hour of the day and every day of the week, it is overlooked and forgotten, and it continues to embrace the slop of grey concrete that could possibly return every so often.

I want to be that strong brick wall, which takes its time to crumble.

 

Fool or should it  be Dash 1

snm..

 

Your humanity is very important. You don't want to lose that. Make dua for strength, better still, patience. But not lack of emotions.

(Although I like what you've written, I think some thoughts came to me whilst reading it, but I can't remember now lol)

"How many people find fault in what they're reading and the fault is in their own understanding" Al Mutanabbi

hmm..a brick wall eh? harmless enough. but i dont really have mercy for man made stuff. so...manmade..

 

if i replace brick wall in this story with tree. now that wld be interesting. when i'd go out i'd look at the tree and remember what you wrote and maybe give it a hug? Blum 3

but the brickwall...its not the brickwall's fault though, its just us, Humans. no good, im taking my angst against human wasting on that poor brickwall.

 

and as a brickwall, im sure its quite happy with people leaning on him and that. makes him feel useful.

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

As strong as a brick wall?

You could start weight lifting!! Then you'd be as strong as a brick wall. Smile

On the other hand "He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still".

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Well this was my attempt of putting thoughts and imagination down onto paper. I wanted to be a little creative!

It can apply to a lot of things i suppose. Trees is a nice one. They have the birds to sing sweet songs to them, and the many animals that live inside the tree to keep it company. It does become a little bare in the wintery nights, but it knows, that by the permission of Allah, it will grow back its leaves and will blossom once again.

Ooo, that reminds me of a particular Hadith to do with trees and leaves. Hadhrat Abu Dhar RadhiAllahu anhu narrates that once the Holy Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam came out of his house. It was autumn and the leaves were falling off the trees. He caught hold of a branch of a tree and its leaves began to drop in large number. At this he remarked, ‘O, Abu Dhar! When a Muslim offers his Salat to please Allah, his sins are shed away from him just as these leaves are falling off this tree'.

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Its not the physical strength that i'm after. Hummus does not want big muscles and does not want to attend the local gym for weightlifting sessions either just so that she doesn't crumble when she's been given a blow to the face. That's not my idea of being strong. Being strong is being mentally strong, and most importantly being spiritually strong.

 

Spiritually Strong. Same principle. You have to lift weights... WITH YOUR MIND! lol

When you take happiness and sorrow are the same, when you've become devoid of fear or anger. When you possess a calm mind. Then you'll be on your way to spiritual strength.

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nowt wrong with physical strength.

life is all abt balancelike y'all said, another balance to add is the physical and mental/spiritual strength thing. no point being super religious and not being able to punch a racist in the guts me say.

 

today was sheltering myself at bus stop coz it was raining and this oldish man came and was muttering to himself, then i think, i repeat i think, i heard him say stuff like "oh they blow up our underground but we love them, all in the name of Allah" and then i realised he must have been muttering coz i was around. but i just let him mutter, cldnt even understand half of what he was saying lol! then he seemed to have met a neighbour or friend or something n was happy again so there we go.

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?