I was watching a moth fly in my hostel room yesterday. In an effort to escape the room, he kept flying against the window, hitting his head against the glass over and over. Then he stopped launching himself at it like a missile and stuck to one windowpane, buzzing about like he was having a panic attack. It was quite frustrating to watch, especially because he’d just flown up a little bit higher toward the top of the window, which was open, he’d have been free. But he just kept doing the same thing over and over again. I could imagine his frustration of being able to see the trees, the sky, just on the other side of the glass, yet not being able to get to them. I tried to help him a few times, to guide him toward the open window, but he flew away from me and continued his manic flying around the room.
Then I thought my watching from the bed is what it’s like Allah see in me. He sits back and sees the big picture, just as I could see the moth just moved up a few inches, he’d be free. He wasn’t trapped at all, he was just looking in the wrong place. I know that Allah see a way out for me in facing my never ending problems. If I can see the open window for the moth, then HE can see the tomorrows for me. That idea brings me comfort though.
P/s: Deep gila entry aku. Dah lama gila tak menulis essay, so entry kali ni rasa macam tengah tulis essay SPM pulak.