Walking Up The Hill

Walking Up The Hill

          I wanted her to walk a while with me. The walk was not meant to  be a long one, it could never be, but I wanted her to be by my side while trucks, cars, vans, scooters, cycles, rickshaws, motorcycles and even pedestrians passed by.

          The walk was not going to be an easy stroll through a park, I warned her. it was going to be quite a tough one, like walking up a hill.

          Getting to the top of the hill seemed to be the aim of the walk when we began. The need to walk and the urgency to keep up our efforts was pushed into us by The Creator. It has kept us on our toes ever since. We did get a bit tired and exhausted, but life salutes only those who keep walking even through thick forests and over green and thick fields. So, we kept walking.

          A consistent and continuous walk is sure to push us to the summit, we were sure. There was a beautiful scenery awaiting the pairs of eyes that made it to the top.

          I am glad I was to share the joy and ecstasy of having reached the summit with someone. Happiness and joy in life can never be appreciated unless they are shared with someone, and if the someone who shares the joy is someone special, the ecstasy one bathes in can never be imagined. Her company was certainly going to  multiply every joy Allah was to give me.

Her company was sure to give me the biggest joy of my life---Zeenat. Zeenat is sure to bring an entire set of new complications into my life, but I look forward to the  novelty. A typical joy is associated with  handling novelty of all sorts, but the joy of dealing with Zeenat and all thtat she is to bring into the world is certainly going to be greater than that of entering paradise.

I do wonder if I have been asking for a bit more joy and happiness than what is allotted to me. The pedestrians and even the occupants of all the automobiles passing by seem to have a lot more joy and happiness than in have.

I do wonder if I can handle more joy than has been given to me. This could be why Allah has deprived me of the gallons of joy He seems to have given everyone else. I do wonder how much happiness Allah has kept for me in my account, and how much of it  I can withdraw without being fined for an overdraft.

I can never know.