One of the beauties of this ephemeral dimension of life is the uncertainty that it affords us: that we have no guarantees of what will happen the next second, the next minute, the next moment, only the limited capacity of our choice and action, only the limited capacity of our perception. It is despite of our limitation, there is still beauty in this nature of uncertainty. Uncertain of what had been pre-decreed (Qadr) for us.
In the end, we have no guarantees and we are uncertain of what will God decide for us: His wrath or His mercy.
In the end, we have no guarantees and we are uncertain of what will God decide for us: His wrath or His mercy.
I am finding beauty in uncertainty again, and perhaps, a balance with certitude as well.
It might seem to be a kind of ambivalence, but for me, it is an act of balancing.
