A Handful of Sand



Grab a handful of sand. Pick it up. The moment you start lifting your fist, you will see sands are falling. 

Regardless of how loose or tight the grip of your fist is, sands are falling.

And they will continue to fall, until you have most of the sand out of your grip.

At times you will feel you have a good grip and they are not escaping anymore, but the reality is, sands are falling.

You and I are here for the time being. And time is passing. 

Every relationship you have around you, will end one day. They come with the expiration when they start.  

My kids are the essence of my soul. The comfort of my eyes, will not be with me forever. Nor will I be with my wife, who completes me in every way. 

Just as I was with my father for 32 years. Thats all I spend with him. If you think about it, 30-40 years is the average of a close relationship. 

And those 30-40 years are made up of months, weeks, days, hours and seconds. And while I write this, seconds are passing. 

Be there for people around you. Love them. Tell them you love them. Care for them.

By Allah, in whose hands are mine and yours lives, the sands are always falling.

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