إذا أخرج يده لم يكد يراها “When he takes his hand out, he almost doesn’t even see it!”
Bad People Heart:That moved me so profoundly. Some people can be so far from being good, steeped in sin, so many doses of drugs, illicit relationships, filthy environments, and all manner of terrible choices later, through all of those crashing waves of darkness that have slammed them deeper. The deeper into the merciless ocean of sin, they are surrounded only by devices of their destruction. Where every time they even try to come up for air, a new set of temptations and forces drag them back down. Ensuring they will be in so much darkness that they’ll stop thinking. About what they’re doing and do it, through all of that, they can still barely make out their hand and still aren’t entirely blind. Some voice inside bad people still says you need to get out of this. Some part of those people can see right past all the makeup, all the loud noise, all the animal stares, all the fake smiles, all the mind-numbing thumping of music telling you to “throw your hands up in the air and wave ’em like you just don’t care,” and yet they still care. As weak as it may have become, their vision still works.
How does Vision work?Vision is a function of light. Naturally, without light, you can’t see. It doesn’t matter how far the party road you’ve traveled. It doesn’t matter how much darkness you’ve surrounded yourself in the heart. It doesn’t matter how much you’ve told yourself I’m in too deep. I’m as good as drowned, a lost cause. None of that matters. The fact that something inside you can still see the wrong in what you do means there is a light somewhere. But where? Where did this light come from, and why is this flimsy candle not put out by the drowning sea? The same parable that describes this depth of darkness will teach you that there’s a light inside your heart. You keep looking for actual influence on the outside, thinking if only someone good would come along and change your life and bring it lightly, you’d become a good person too. You don’t realize that real man is you. A prisoner deep inside yourself, whose light you’ve been suffocating. You are the greatest oppressor to your enlightened soul deep in your heart. This starving prisoner should have died by now, but Allah is keeping it alive. He ends the ayah,
فمن لم يجعل الله له نورا فما له من نور. “Then anyone for whom Allah wouldn’t have furnished light, they wouldn’t possibly have any light at all!”