Hum! On the way to the photographer for my passport picture, Ahmad harassed me. Don’t even remember his problem. By the time we arrived at the photographer I was none too cheerful. Fortunately, my hair was not sticking out like a mad professor but! My smile to brighten up my eyes? Not present at all! The photographer much too busy to get a nice smile out of me. I managed to smirk.
Got my pictures and! Resignation. What else? Truth? My face portrays my feelings at any given moment. Am I concerned about my looks? Nay! But Wesam? The minute I am in her presence, she gets a hold of my hair. She strips my unique attire. She invests me with whatever is nice and handy and, there! she presents her master piece! Ah! Beautiful! You are not fat after all! Come the remarks to delight my precious Wesam! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
Well, what all of that got to do with the Deep Sadness; a sadness too deep to describe? The deep sadness I am sensing in my heart? Much in every way. Behold! The power of love from on high. It’s not really a matter of looking ‘happy’ and elated and living the life of ease & comfort on these earthly grounds. Nay!
It’s all a matter of knowing where one’s help comes from. It’s all a matter of knowing one’s source. It’s all a matter of honoring that source! Well, isn’t that what a great number of ‘happy’ faces are all about? Yes! Only one huge problem. This great number of ‘happy’ faces attribute the honor to their own selves. “I have discovered my true self!” “I love myself!” Is their claim.
Wow! The challenge of the beginning! Remember? “You shall not surely die, for God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing the difference between good and evil and blessing and calamity.”