Self worth cannot be defined with a number nor image
A picture is worth a thousand words
That is the sentence depicted every time I look at an image of another.
flash goes off,
Another image filtered by insta.
As comments roll in,
All forced smiles and polite comments drag on by
The question comes into minds
Why can’t Iook like that?
I know that it’s a petty and self serving thing to say
Looks do not matter
And that my friend is the plain and simple truth.
Because right now I am walking down my own path,
With big turns that make me stumble and fall.
But isn’t that such a beautiful thing
Finding the truth in such difficult times.
As I stumble and fall with the weight of meaningless issues
I am reminded of the stories of such great prophets that roamed the Earth before me.
Prophets who roamed the Earth well before money and fame became the God’s of the 21st century.
Musa (AS) was first out of the three,
Skin dark and coarse,
full of hardships that he endured under the hand of Fir’aun.
He hailed from the land of the pyramids,
The land where the sand sits in mountains and
slips right through your fingers
This steadfast prophet
With hair as curly as can be,
Sand stuck between coils upon his head
As he trudged through the desert
Escaping the wrath
Of the one who used to be.
But that did not stop him
With a message to preach
He taught the people something great: there is only one to worship,
And HE alone should be worshipped
So with the force of creator of the heavens and earth
He dumbfounded the magicians
As they bewitched the eyes of many
Making ropes appear as snakes
That is the story of Musa AS
The proclaimer of the truth of la illa ha illah la
May Allah send peace and blessings upon him.
Esa (AS) was second
a man who has yet to return,
His rivals were the arrogant ones
The ones who claimed his prophecy false.
He came with a single message: worship one god and obey me as your messenger
And years later it has come to pass
Even that sacred message has been regenerated
And dismantled like a piece of paper in the hands of a writer
Last is our beloved prophet Muhammad SAW,
The best of creation embodied in a single man.
He endured the greatest of trials
being kicked out of his home,
Mocked and ridiculed
Yet he continued to preach the message: worship one god and obey me
Statues made of gold were his enemy
Motionless and helpless these idols were worshipped
As if they were embodiments of some sort of divinity.
These three men were the best of the best
All had their own winding paths
With big turns and dark roads,
But never did they stop to doubt themselves
Or the mission they were on.
Allah was their sole provider and with their trust in HIM
They found the big turns to be smaller
And the dark roads to be well lit.
In a day and age where anxiety is caused by filters and captions
And whether or not our pictures hide all our flaws
It is important to remember there is more to life than filters and brightly lit screens
When we put down the screens
And open our eyes to the path that lays ahead
We can trek upon our own quest for success.
By: Aysha Khawaja