Asalaamu 3alikum Islamicans,
Thought, this might be a suitable change for religion section. Please keep in mind to provide the work of a well known scholar or else there will be some more bloodshed
We all have certain surahs which hit close to home and we love it for various reasons. One of my favorite surah is Surah tul yasin for it speaks volumes to me (on personal level).
Tafsir of the Surah tul Yasin:
In this Surah, Allah subha wa tallah tells us that the longer the son of Adam lives, the more he becomes weak after being strong, and incapable after being able and active.
I often see this through illness, death or permanent life style changes where once we were capable of completing a certain task and now we can't for whatever reason...
اللَّهُ الَّذِى خَلَقَكُمْ مِّن ضَعْفٍ ثُمَّ جَعَلَ مِن بَعْدِ ضَعْفٍ قُوَّةٍ ثُمَّ جَعَلَ مِن بَعْدِ قُوَّةٍ ضَعْفاً وَشَيْبَةً يَخْلُقُ مَا يَشَآءُ وَهُوَ الْعَلِيمُ الْقَدِيرُ ]
(Allah is He Who created you in (a state of) weakness, then gave you strength after weakness, then after strength gave weakness and gray hair. He creates what He wills. And it is He Who is the All-Knowing, the All-Powerful.) (30:54). And Allah says:
[وَمِنكُمْ مَّن يُرَدُّ إِلَى أَرْذَلِ الْعُمُرِ لِكَيْلاَ يَعْلَمَ مِن بَعْدِ عِلْمٍ شَيْئاً]
(And among you there is he who is brought back to the miserable old age, so that he knows nothing after having known) (22:5). The meaning here -- and Allah knows best -- is that Allah is telling us that this world is transient and will come to an end, it is not eternal and lasting. Allah says:
[أَفَلاَ يَعْقِلُونَ]
(Will they not then understand) meaning, will they not think about how they were created, then they become gray-haired, then they become old and senile, so that they may know that they were created for another world that is not transient and will not pass away, and from which there is no way out, which is the Hereafter.
source: Tafsir.com Tafsir Ibn Kathir
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like a rose I pluck my chest apart,
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