Thursday, 22 November 2007

Love Hurts

Every Wednesday, after a series of hard spars, I come home to nurse a bruised body in preparation for much the same the coming week.

And as I limp between each session, I think, "Am I like the man who drinks for a moment's pleasure to be drunk and foolhardy an entire night?"

But then I look to the beer bellied worshipper and think, "How can a man, losing battle with his visible body, expect to approach mastery of his hidden Nafs? Indeed, mine is not a matter of weakness; my pains are just a few small pebbles on the long rugged stretch to strength."

1 comment:

adil said...

Last sentence modified after an interesting conversation yesterday night. Indeed, strength runs much deeper than overcoming the physical self.