The Warm And Fuzzy End: How Poverty Destroys

Bismillahi Rahmaani Raheem,

I was thinking up a metaphor today, that would describe, how poverty can actually destroy someone.

Imagine you're a lonely traveler in a vast sandy, windy, sweltering desert, and you have lost your camel. You've lost even some of your senses along the long, seemingly endless path. You still have a spark of hope that somewhere Allah will answer your du3ah and you'll get help.

All of a sudden, in the distance, you see a long caravan. As you quietly approach closer, you see that they have camels filled with full jugs of water, meat, sausages, blankets, trinkets of all kind, silks flowing out of the burnous sacks plump full. You watch closely at the people laughing, cheerfully singing and joking as they journey by.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a man sees you, and all the guards soon started to shout and they immediately haulted with their rifles cocked and loaded. "Who goes there!!?" They shout. You raise your hands in humility and say, "Help me, please, I've beem travelling by foot for days and I lost my camel! Please -- I beg you, don't shoot!" But in the middle of all the clamor the leader screams, "GO! Get outa here before we blow your head off! GET!!!" And you quickly scurry away like an unwanted starved rat looking for any dropped bread crumbs.

So you go back, sad, in despair, whispering to yourself, "Ya Allah, I'm dieing, I know I'm a sinful one, but I'm dieing, I'm starving!!! Ya Rabb, you don't care about meee!! You don't see mee!??? What did I do sooo bad!!?? Soon, your knees give out and you began to weep, sand filled eyes shut. All together, you drop like dead man face down in the hot sand. The sand quickly blows over your face and your body is covered.

You awake and you are only see your dead rotting corps, and you find angels surrounding you asking why you despaired Allah's help, and why didn't you go and beg the caravan people so you could stay alive. You weeped, and had no way of explaining. You doubed your rabb, and now you can't even say the shahada.

Allahu 3alem if you died as a muslim or not, because you died in such a terrible forgotten way.



This is what happens, when poverty creeps into ones life. We know as muslims not to ask no one but Allah. But then, what would one do in dire circumstances? Die? You see it's a difficult mess. Ofcourse most of us do not face those extremes as the one mentioned in the story. I'm sure there has to be a better ending?

It's funny, because in Egyptian movies, they always show sad stories, that always end in such sad and horrible ways. It's like, they leave the audience feeling despair instead of all warm an fuzzy inside like the western films do.

Is the life of a Muslim like that of the western films? A happy ending?