Originally Posted by aamirsaab:
i have kidnapped this from the thread on paradise.
i know this type of thinking is not uncommon among religious people. i find it incomprehensible and troubling.
how can you possibly believe this earth/life = crap hole?
god made this earth and gave you and me life, how can you disdain it? he made this planet and filled it full of beauty and things that are a source of constant wonder and awe.
you may think it is but a passing shadow compared to eternity but that does not mean that it is not wonderful and beautiful and full of miracles and much to be thankful for.
It's a debatable subject. I personally admire the flowers and nature's beauty, but it will all one day come to an end. All shall decay, and nothing lives on forever. That, my friend, is the only certain thing about life.
There is a poem in Arabic, and I will translate just one fragment of it... "The world is the field for the hereafter." The book is called Mufid ut Talibeen. You may or may not have heard of it. At any rate, it commentates into thus:
Everything good we do in this life, every seed we sow, is what we will harvest in the hereafter. Nobody likes to work. We may have a small vegetable garden in our backyard, but I highly doubt anyone of us here are farmers. And a farmers' life is very laborious. But the end product is very rewarding, if the upbringing of the harvest was good. We shall reap the benefits and rewards of the harvest in the world to come.
Work is like "c***". I think c*** is a bad word, so I'll replace it with poop.
This world is poop because there's so much injustice, bias-ness, and what have you. The world today has turned over. People dressing almost naked, tattered clothing, no modesty, no shame.
Everyone should be thankful. When saying this world is poop, we mean the injustices and unfairness. But we are thankful, most certainly, to the fact that Allah was kind to us. It's in Arabic poetry, a book called Mufid ut Talibeen, that "Be kind like how Allah was kind to you." Allah is and was kind, but the poem says "was". Poetry has it's own style. Anyhow, it's important to pass on the gratitude and kindness.
I could blab on forever so I'll cut it short here .:X