Everything happens for a reason…Many believe in that saying…Believing that something occurs in one’s life because God made it so, with a ‘hikmah’ (blessing) behind it all. I’m one of those individuals.
Last time I wrote about my early years of inadequacy, where failure was more prominent than success. There are many ways one may approach such matter, to find the best way to ‘cure’ one’s ‘illness’ or shortcomings. One of the more scientific manner of approach involves continues training and repetition, which is what my parents did. No matter where we were, they would ask me to say out loud the things I saw, such as signboards, car’s plate numbers, a flower, a plant, etc. They even bought a book with tongue-twisting sentences and asked me to practice with them every day. I improved slowly, but steadily. Unfortunately, it was still slower than what was expected for a girl my age.
Another approach was through continues prayer. Praying to God for His help and guidance which (in my opinion), was finally answered through an incident that lasted for more than a month. A month or so before my mid year exam, I got the chickenpox. It was nothing serious, a normal occurrence in most growing children. But what made mine more harrowing than others, was the fact that I started to develop a fever and by the time the chickenpox started to recede, it developed into a full, blown high fever. I couldn’t remember much of anything that occurred during that month (due to the fever) but I remembered being bed ridden with an IV stuck to my arm the whole time. Anywhere I go, which was mostly to the toilet and then back to bed, I would be dragging the IV drip with me. It was really annoying.
By time I was healthy again, the mid year exam had already started. I went back to school on the first day of exams. My parents and I weren’t hoping much. If anyone had asked me what I wrote during the exams, I would truthfully say that I couldn’t recall a single thing. But it was like a dam had broken in my mind and all this information were flowing out. Did the fever finally burn out whatever it was that was blocking my mind? Did God finally answer our prayers? Or was it all those trainings with my parents? Well, whatever it was, we were really grateful for it because when the results came out, everyone was shocked. And I mean everyone; my teachers, friends, parents and especially myself. I got number 3 in class. ME! The quiet, slowest student in class! From then on, my results became better. I got number 1 for that same year (in my final year exam) and finally 5As in UPSR.
Hence, I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason and they may be blessings in disguise. Allah is Most Merciful and will help us in our hour of need. So as Muslims, we should always be grateful to Him and should always remember that every second we live on this Earth, is because of His blessing, whether we realized it or not. Take a minute to reflect on life and be grateful to Him, for without Him, we would never have existed. Take care and may Allah bless us all, amin.
