•• أثناء تواجدي قبل أيام في المدينة النبوية، أسرَّ لي أحدهم في لقائي به منفرداً: «الحياة مُرَّة وصعبة وموجعة وكئيبة».. ربما بداخل الرجل (كلاكيع) معقدة مُستغلقة على الأفهام، غاصت به في تلال من رمال الحيرة.. أو لربما أن سنيناً عجافاً تركت في روحه ندوباً أورثته غيوماً رمادية، وتركت في أعماقه ندماً وخذلاناً وانتكاساً.. شعورٌ يرمي به في وادٍ سحيق من التعاسة والكدر.
•• للأسف؛ هناك من يتشبه بضباب في وادٍ أخضر.. حياته الرمادية شديدة الغيوم تصيبه بالعتمة الدائمة، ومثله علينا حمايته من غبائه، يختار هجر السعادة على العيش في حضن حياة صالحة دافئة.. متثائب لا ينام إلا ويمد رأسه خارج إطار «أذكار النوم»، يفكر عميقاً في قضية كسرته جعلته مُرتجفاً.. يستيقظ من نومه يومياً مُستغرقاً في نوبة مجللة من التأزم يدشن بها نهاره.
•• بين ربيع الحياة وخريفها أحوالٌ متباينة.. تُدلِق على (المُقبل) توفيقاً وبهجة وسروراً، وتذيق (المُدبر) حَزَناً ملوناً وحُزْناً أسود.. تملأ بنورها روح (المُتلذذ) بشمسها الساطعة، وغافلة لا تبالي بمن يرفسها بحوافر التشاؤم.. تلوِّح بالمطر على (المُشتدّ) عطشه لعيشها، وبليدة لا تكترث بمن يعشعش في داخله صراع رخامي.. تكسو بنورانيتها (المُؤمن) بغدها ليواجه أيامه ببسالة، وقاسية لا تشعر بمن يصيبه الانكسار والعجز.
•• تحيةٌ لمن وهبته (التقوى) معنى الثبات، فأسبغت عليه الرضا والأمان.. تحيةٌ لمن تذوَّق (الإيمان) بطعم الحياة، فنجا من تغيرات الأحوال.. تحيةٌ لمن منحته (الروح) نعيماً وورعاً، فأثمرت له ريحاناً وسكينة.. وسلامٌ على من انتابت عقله أحلام سوداء، ففاض قلبه بمحظورات من قهر النفس.. سلامٌ على من وقع فيما لذَّ وطاب من فنون جلد الذات؛ فأطلق صيحات الاستغاثة في عالم مختلف.
تابع قناة عكاظ على الواتساب
خالد بن هزاع الشريف
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•• A few days ago, during my time in the city of the Prophet, someone confided in me during our private meeting: "Life is bitter, difficult, painful, and gloomy." Perhaps within the man are complex, convoluted thoughts that have sunk him into hills of sand and confusion... Or maybe years of hardship have left scars on his soul, bequeathing him gray clouds and leaving him with deep regret, disappointment, and setbacks... A feeling that casts him into a deep valley of misery and gloom.
•• Unfortunately, there are those who resemble fog in a green valley... Their gray lives, heavily clouded, plunge them into perpetual darkness, and like them, we must protect ourselves from their foolishness, choosing to abandon happiness rather than live in the embrace of a warm, good life... They yawn, only sleeping with their heads extended outside the frame of "the sleep supplications," deeply contemplating a broken issue that has left them trembling... They wake up each day engulfed in a shroud of anxiety that inaugurates their day.
•• Between the spring of life and its autumn, there are varying conditions... They pour upon the "incoming" success, joy, and happiness, while they make the "departing" taste a colorful sadness and a deep black sorrow... They fill with their light the spirit of the "enjoyer" basking in their bright sun, oblivious to those who kick them with the hooves of pessimism... They wave rain upon the "thirsty" yearning for their life, and are indifferent to those who harbor an internal marble-like struggle... They cloak the "believer" with their brightness for the future to face his days with courage, and are harsh to those who suffer from defeat and incapacity.
•• A salute to those whom "piety" has granted the meaning of steadfastness, bestowing upon them contentment and security... A salute to those who have tasted "faith" with the flavor of life, escaping the changes of circumstances... A salute to those whom "the spirit" has granted comfort and piety, yielding them basil and tranquility... And peace to those whose minds are plagued by dark dreams, whose hearts overflow with prohibitions from self-oppression... Peace to those who have indulged in the pleasures of self-flagellation; they have raised cries for help in a different world.
•• Unfortunately, there are those who resemble fog in a green valley... Their gray lives, heavily clouded, plunge them into perpetual darkness, and like them, we must protect ourselves from their foolishness, choosing to abandon happiness rather than live in the embrace of a warm, good life... They yawn, only sleeping with their heads extended outside the frame of "the sleep supplications," deeply contemplating a broken issue that has left them trembling... They wake up each day engulfed in a shroud of anxiety that inaugurates their day.
•• Between the spring of life and its autumn, there are varying conditions... They pour upon the "incoming" success, joy, and happiness, while they make the "departing" taste a colorful sadness and a deep black sorrow... They fill with their light the spirit of the "enjoyer" basking in their bright sun, oblivious to those who kick them with the hooves of pessimism... They wave rain upon the "thirsty" yearning for their life, and are indifferent to those who harbor an internal marble-like struggle... They cloak the "believer" with their brightness for the future to face his days with courage, and are harsh to those who suffer from defeat and incapacity.
•• A salute to those whom "piety" has granted the meaning of steadfastness, bestowing upon them contentment and security... A salute to those who have tasted "faith" with the flavor of life, escaping the changes of circumstances... A salute to those whom "the spirit" has granted comfort and piety, yielding them basil and tranquility... And peace to those whose minds are plagued by dark dreams, whose hearts overflow with prohibitions from self-oppression... Peace to those who have indulged in the pleasures of self-flagellation; they have raised cries for help in a different world.
