I have always held a sort of indifferent pity towards those who don’t have faith…It borders on the pity I would have for somone who doesn’t have any parents and a kid whose ice cream broke from its stick on the very first lick…
The reason for my pity is simple…It is a pity for someone who lacks something which I Alhamdulillah have…Faith…
I mean, how hollow and meaningless life would be for someone who doesn’t have something to live for…An animal like existence in which one is born, lives and dies without any guiding form of dictum that would guide one’s life or fill it with a meaning…
Since I mentioned animals, I would also like to add, that animals don’t have faith…They are incapable of having faith…The argument which many would give me would be, hey, many good people in this world don’t believe in God who don’t lie, cheat, steal or hurt others for greed and avarice…
My counter argument to that would be, neither would you find animals who lie, cheat, steal and hurt others for greed or avarice…Does that make them any more better than humans? I mean, the majority of them go around naked without any clothes on and crap where they like…Animals can’t have faith…
I believe it is for this purpose and ability alone that Islam declares the Human Being as the greatest creation of the Creator…It is man’s ability to look up at the sky and marvel at the stars or appreciate the smell of a flower or seek happiness in contenment…And the most important ability of all, to have faith…
So people who throw away this ability, are in reality giving up being a human…They are deliberately lowering themselves from being a human to sink to the level of a animal…
How dreary and empty must one’s life be waking up everyday knowing there is nothing in this life to do but live and die…No worship, nothing to stand up for, nothing to fill the mind to ponder over…Just an empty existence like an animal…Eat, sleep and die…Nothing to fill the void in between…
I really envy highly religious people…Their lives are so full of contentment in filling the void of emptiness with their beliefs…Their living and dying for a higher purpose other than just breathing and working…How lucky are those for whom even work becomes a worship…They find a willingness to do something with earnestness…Even living and dying…
How lucky I am to have faith as little as it may be…How luckier I am still that I am Muslim…
And how I pity the faith orphaned, Godless children who have no faith…Their lives and thoughts just like tall grass in the wind, changing every which way where the wind turns…Nothing to stand up for…