what is life?
the same life, that the same loved ones who bring you into it, would leave you just as easily, the same life, that starts off so innocent, yet by the end of it, one is anything but. The same life, that you are born poor without anything, and by the end of it you only hope to have a piece of white cloth to be burried in. AH! Sub7anAllaah! what an achievement, strive for decades chasing this world only to die wearing some cloth, just enough to cover yourelf. We are born poor, we die poor, and in a poor state let us also live…

The only good one can see in it is the companions, who either make you get through the few days of the journey, w/ help and support or you all drown altogether in this world, searching for happiness in a bottomless well. This is life of the ghareeb upon the path, this is the reality of this world for the traveler, the seeker of jannah..