Once you taste it, you do not stop

Childhood by Henry & Co.

You need to taste it. The meaning out of Ertugul Ghazi’s life. The purpose out of Steve Jobs life. The message, a formula, propagated by Muhammad. You have to understand it. If you want to taste the Freedom, you will have to live up to some hard coded life principles.

Let me guide you how you can taste the Formula of life tomorrow.

Calmness

Latvia by Kristaps Ungurs

Sleep early tonight. Please, follow it through. It is not a blog. It is meant to take you to a brighter day tomorrow.

Sleep early tonight. 9 o clock. If it is Isha around this time. Sleep right after your night ritual. But sleep early. Put your life at stake. Your family, your job and your hobbies at stake; but sleep early.

Wake up 3:45 AM. Take shower. Some blossom. Wear your favorite dress. Put on your favorite perfume. And move. Slowly and gradually. Some Allah o Akbar and some Astaghfar. Head down. Remove your shoe. Step onto the floor. Feel the itchy cold on your feet. The slight breeze on your face. Join the clan. Say fajr. Submit. Drown. Believe. No more nights and no more days with out Allah. Absorb Fatiha. Breathe “Amen”. Heavy tone. Humble head. Forehead to the floor. Feel the angels. On your shoulders. Sit there, on naked floor, fan humming and birds chirping. Near the forest, out the window, feel the calmness a little. The quietness and comfort. Less of people and less of everything you had, the night before, and now you start feeling more.

Sitting here, plan your life. You wanted to become a designer. Go ahead think. You wanted to get rich. Go ahead explore. You wanted to travel North. Go ahead. Feel it. You wanted more? Go ahead, crave it.

Dive into this ocean of endless thoughts and planning. Sitting here, step by step, align the mazes of your life. Try to connect with your better future. What is it really thay you want. Ponder, think and plan. Your life, the way you want it. Sitting close to a sunrise, in a quite place and next to the window.

Motion

Motion by Chuttersnap

You leave the mosque, eyes piercing deep into your future, hands rolling Allah o Akbar, you taking the glide and striking your feet to the ground. Some noise, some hooters, some whistles and some grace. They look at you, want to be like you. They think about you, they feel life. Be the charisma, the motion, the pain and the strike, you saw inside you back in the mosque.

Jump. As you leave your mosque. Excited. As you start moving out. Fire. As you exit. Move and this time, do not stop.

You taste life. You live it. You get selfish. You enjoy it. You put your fire out in front and you become the charisma. Not your leader. Not your role model. You, you take the glide. You lead the ummah. You lead them and you win their Freedom.

Attacks. Pinches. Irritation. Thuds. Failures. It will come at you. Believe it, they will undermine you. Your fire. They will grab you from your collars. They will throw you to prison cells. They will call you bad names. They will hunt you. They will punch you. You will see it. And you, my bro, now the fire ridden flesh and metaled bones, can not stop.

The fire won’t let you take a halt. It won’t slow you. It won’t confuse you. It will give you peace of a soft spoken mother one day and it will give you a roar of a fierce lion the other day. You will become a story, a headline, an embarrassment and a failure. You will become the lowly. Honestly, you will be degraded. But have the faith, once you taste it, the fire, the formula of life, there is no stopping you.

Conclusion

Unity by Daniel Curran

A good house. A great car. A soft bed. Cold in summers. Hot water in shower. This is not how you get close to living. This doesn’t grow you guts. This life of sobriety, comfort and ease, doesn’t help you.

If you want to live. Really want to lit the fire. That shakes you and doesn’t let you stop. Take the decision today. Sleep early tonight. Wake up early tomorrow. Plan your life in your Mosque. And re-enter your life with a new zeal, a new vision, a new purpose and a new mission.

If you feel, you are down tomorrow, after you jumped and you wanted to stop; give me a call. We will hold hands, share our struggles and keep each other afloat. Like a clan, a tribe, a group of companions of Prophet PBUH, we will unite, and we will push us forward to keep burning the fire inside.