Under the rubble

I complained about my life and then I looked at the people under the rubble

I was saddened that I wasn’t able to purchase the dress I loved online. But then I saw the people of rubble, wearing the worn out

I was upset, looking at my wardrobe, all the worn clothes inside. And then I saw people of rubble, radiantly smiling and proudly wearing, whatever clothes were left in their closet.

I was moody to eat what was served on the table to me. Then I saw the people of rubble, happily eating a dry piece of bread

I got frustrated with the little ones troubling me around, and then I saw a mother holding the corpse of the baby but never complained about the same.

I fought with my relatives & friends, over matters that could be waved aside. And then I saw the people of rubble, not even a complaint with their near and dear and bidding them goodbye forever.

I complained to ALLAH, for every minor inconvenience. Then I saw the people of rubble saying alhamdulillah, for each and every second of their life.