Our hearts made of metal.


These fake hearts are more valuable; sad truth

These metal hearts are more valuable; sad truth

Its past midnight and I sit here and think. How heartless can we really be, I let this feeling inside me sink. You feel the pain of other when they are being unjustly treated because you find a link. But you do wrong to others so many times without even having a second thought or even letting your eyes blink. It is okay if you do it but wrong when others do the same. Only you have feelings while others don’t, such a shame. I can do whatever I want but when others do me wrong I can point fingers and blame. And we find happiness in watching people being treated badly because ‘oh they once did us wrong’… truly that is the world’s game.

But what is the matter with you why do you not help each other (Surah As-Saffat)? Why do you get happy when your mom is happy with you but gets mad at your brother?  Why do you not have the patience to slow your pace when walking behind someone who can’t walk fast?  How do you have the heart to stand there and watch a lion dragging a man away but rather making a video so it can last? When someone asks for your help why all of a sudden you are full of pride because they don’t know but you know it all? Why can’t you help one another it is not like by doing that you get small?

You hold a real live heart beating inside you. Is it as beautiful as you look from outside if someone was to look through? You can spend the whole day wasting time and money but you always give second thoughts if someone asks you for help or a dollar and two. You don’t know how to react or say two words of encouragement to someone who pours their heart to you. And then you sit here with a hard heart having no feelings towards anyone but you. It is not making you stronger but rather weak, it is sad how this world makes us believe the opposite, sad but true.

A heart dies when a human dies that is the truth. But your heart dies before you die if your world only revolves around you. My phone, my car, my clothes and my shoes. Of those suffering and dying please don’t describe to me that view. Because we are so busy living this fake life that we ourselves drew. The reality only hits us when the same experience we ourselves go through. How did we become so heartless? I am talking about me and you. Why do we not help one another through? It doesn’t matter if it is lending a pencil or giving in charity or even standing up for something that is true? It is all help at the end of the day and someone will appreciate it through. Wake you heart up and burst the bubble of this materialistic world that you created around you.

Step out to help the ones in need because Remember when you called on your God for help and He answered you (Surah Al-Anfal)?

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6 thoughts on “Our hearts made of metal.

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    • Alhumdullilah ameen ❤ and you my sister never fail to make me smile with your encouraging comments 🙂 thank you from the bottom of my heart. may Allah bless you with the best in everything ameen.

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