Rainbow
Sukaina Juma
Everyone knows that a rainbow is the result of sunlight dispersing different colours through raindrops. But, somehow, even though we know this, it still evokes feelings of wonder whenever we see one.
A rainbow can only appear where there is both rain and sun. To me, this can signify that a vibrant and worthwhile person can only appear when there are good and not-so-good episodes in his life.
All that is required is sunlight and rain. The product, that is the rainbow, can inspire or make one feel at peace with the world. This can be compared to how little effort is required to make the world a better place to live in. We should look for the sunlight and rain inside of our own souls.
They say there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Technically that is not true, as a rainbow is a complete ring of colour. Yet, we only see half of a rainbow at any time. We can apply this to our lives and realise that some good things remain hidden from us for our own good. We would not look for the pot of gold otherwise, would we?
I was a pedantic philosopher at age 16, wasn't I? We had just been given the topic of Rainbow to write on by a not very creative substitute teacher that day. And it was one of those days in which these thoughts percolated in my head and came out onto the page with a semblance of sanity.
I really like the last paragraph. We wouldn't strive so very hard for things and thawaab and barakah and jannah if we knew what our final score was. Or even in the earthly sense, why would we have any motivation to work on things like relationships, work, education, sanity if we knew for sure where would be a year, two or ten years from now; in spite of our hardest efforts to make our own destiny?
I feel that the pot of gold symbolises the destination of our lives, which we never really reach, because of the cyclic nature of our journeys.
Damn, that looks good when it's written out like this!
The last rainbow I saw was near the Thames river, on the Saturday I went to the zoo with F. It was beautiful, an ellipse of colour among all the tall, grey buildings, with an azure sky as the backdrop. Unfortunately, she didn't let me meditate on it for long, but it was well worth reaching the zoo late.
I really feel like something unspeakable wells up inside of me whenever I see a rainbow in real life. Like all of the joie de vivre has been wrapped up in that visually appealing arc-de-ciel and has been gifted to you by the Lord, as if to nudge you to stop and stare at something so inexplicable; and you are forced to say "SubhanAllah".
Well, that's my take on it at least.
I cannot believe I've written such an uplifting post. This is actually day 4 of my feeling not so much like a worm's tit. Must be a result of going to the new shrink yesterday. And my mum's and everyone's du'as for me. And God's mercy.
Sukaina Juma
Everyone knows that a rainbow is the result of sunlight dispersing different colours through raindrops. But, somehow, even though we know this, it still evokes feelings of wonder whenever we see one.
A rainbow can only appear where there is both rain and sun. To me, this can signify that a vibrant and worthwhile person can only appear when there are good and not-so-good episodes in his life.
All that is required is sunlight and rain. The product, that is the rainbow, can inspire or make one feel at peace with the world. This can be compared to how little effort is required to make the world a better place to live in. We should look for the sunlight and rain inside of our own souls.
They say there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Technically that is not true, as a rainbow is a complete ring of colour. Yet, we only see half of a rainbow at any time. We can apply this to our lives and realise that some good things remain hidden from us for our own good. We would not look for the pot of gold otherwise, would we?
I was a pedantic philosopher at age 16, wasn't I? We had just been given the topic of Rainbow to write on by a not very creative substitute teacher that day. And it was one of those days in which these thoughts percolated in my head and came out onto the page with a semblance of sanity.
I really like the last paragraph. We wouldn't strive so very hard for things and thawaab and barakah and jannah if we knew what our final score was. Or even in the earthly sense, why would we have any motivation to work on things like relationships, work, education, sanity if we knew for sure where would be a year, two or ten years from now; in spite of our hardest efforts to make our own destiny?
I feel that the pot of gold symbolises the destination of our lives, which we never really reach, because of the cyclic nature of our journeys.
Damn, that looks good when it's written out like this!
The last rainbow I saw was near the Thames river, on the Saturday I went to the zoo with F. It was beautiful, an ellipse of colour among all the tall, grey buildings, with an azure sky as the backdrop. Unfortunately, she didn't let me meditate on it for long, but it was well worth reaching the zoo late.
I really feel like something unspeakable wells up inside of me whenever I see a rainbow in real life. Like all of the joie de vivre has been wrapped up in that visually appealing arc-de-ciel and has been gifted to you by the Lord, as if to nudge you to stop and stare at something so inexplicable; and you are forced to say "SubhanAllah".
Well, that's my take on it at least.
I cannot believe I've written such an uplifting post. This is actually day 4 of my feeling not so much like a worm's tit. Must be a result of going to the new shrink yesterday. And my mum's and everyone's du'as for me. And God's mercy.
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