10 days in Malaysia and I've already gotten afraid to get out of the house. What with the murder and rape and all, what is becoming of this society? Those are the scarier problems.
On a smaller scale, I see rude and insensitive people all the time on the TV. I don't know whether it reflects real life or not, since they seem too bad to be true, but if people keep asking for more, it's likely that it's true. I wish I could see with my own eyes how Malaysians have changed, whether for the better or for the worse. On the other hand, I'm afraid to face reality should they really have strayed too far and that judgment is waiting at the door. Of course I'm afraid of judgment itself, but I'm afraid for those people too. I pity them, I feel sorry that they couldn't resist their own anger and frustrations. I feel sorry that judgment is going to befall them and yet they're still ignoring who God is. I pity their future, everything that they're missing. But that doesn't mean I think I myself is so great I don't need to pity myself. I'm pitying people because I just do.
Remember, God only pities those who pity others. God only forgives those who forgive others. And yet God still pities and forgives those who don't because God is too great to be compared with any of us. Not just in this holy month of Ramadan, but as long as we live, we should learn to forgive those who do wrong to us, intentional or not. And we should also know how to pity people, how to love people as much as we love ourselves. Malaysians are known to be helpful, that's why even beggars can get rich as long as they know how to make themselves look pitiful. Sure it's a nice thing and I'm very thankful to God that Malaysians are helpful. But I do wish they would do more. I wish the government would stop spending so much on tourism mosques and first class flight expenses, and give it out to those who need food and medical help instead.
On a smaller scale, I see rude and insensitive people all the time on the TV. I don't know whether it reflects real life or not, since they seem too bad to be true, but if people keep asking for more, it's likely that it's true. I wish I could see with my own eyes how Malaysians have changed, whether for the better or for the worse. On the other hand, I'm afraid to face reality should they really have strayed too far and that judgment is waiting at the door. Of course I'm afraid of judgment itself, but I'm afraid for those people too. I pity them, I feel sorry that they couldn't resist their own anger and frustrations. I feel sorry that judgment is going to befall them and yet they're still ignoring who God is. I pity their future, everything that they're missing. But that doesn't mean I think I myself is so great I don't need to pity myself. I'm pitying people because I just do.
Remember, God only pities those who pity others. God only forgives those who forgive others. And yet God still pities and forgives those who don't because God is too great to be compared with any of us. Not just in this holy month of Ramadan, but as long as we live, we should learn to forgive those who do wrong to us, intentional or not. And we should also know how to pity people, how to love people as much as we love ourselves. Malaysians are known to be helpful, that's why even beggars can get rich as long as they know how to make themselves look pitiful. Sure it's a nice thing and I'm very thankful to God that Malaysians are helpful. But I do wish they would do more. I wish the government would stop spending so much on tourism mosques and first class flight expenses, and give it out to those who need food and medical help instead.
By the way, where did all the zakat go to that so many needing people are still short on donations? No matter how sick we are of giving out donations, we should still pity those who need our help. Not everyone is born with sight and hearing, not everyone is born healthy and kicking. Not everyone is born to score all A's on exams, and not everyone is born to believe in good and God either. People are different, that's why we must learn to accept. God created races and nations in different languages and colors so that we may know and understand each other.
I'm one of those who can not be scolded. When someone scolds me, be it I'm wrong or not, I will be very depressed. I will forgive those who scold me, but until they promise to never scold me again, I'll never be myself in front of them lest I get scolded again. Why? Simply because I develop a phobia. So I'll let you know now why it isn't good to be hasty and use bad words on people. You can easily hurt someone, and God doesn't like it when someone is hurt.
And do you know? God doesn't accept the fast of those who don't restrain from curses and bad words.
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