A Simple Thought: Friday 5th February

As life just fleets by, what is my preparation?

I frequently sit and wonder how much luggage is allowed through the gates of my demise when it finally comes, and what exactly do I need to carry as travel allowance for the onward journey. It gives me the creeps and shivers as I consistently come back with an answer that I still do not have enough in my hands. And although I am fortunate to learn that unlike other worldly journeys, this was has no updates or newer versions to the provisions already set out by the Holy Book at inception. Yet, this nagging feeling, day in, day out, much like the interviewee on the night of the appointment, or the student on the eve of results. My mind palpitates between seeking forgiveness and seeking out for His mercy, imploring that I should get more time to do things that are meaningful in religious terms. By morning, I know that there is no extra time, it is this very life, embroidered with its daily challenges, ups and downs, highs and lows, stress and strain, where I have to make good on my purpose, my objective. Naturally, my anxiety also springs from not knowing how much time do I have left, but then again if, for instance, I knew, like a terminally ill patient, would it make it any easier? Alas, this feeling and this craving are what drive me to redemption, though I fail much, perhaps every step of the way. I am enamoured by my peers and role models for their ostentatious achievements in this world, their sense of security and fortitude, just before it forever dawns on me, that in the end nothing really matters except my deeds, whether performed in abundance or depravity. That is the beam that then torches my path with energy to go on out there and to search, to perform and to abide. Time is truly too precious to throw away, if you ask me.

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Mohamedarif Suleman

About the author

Mohamedarif is a marketing professional and educationalist with a penchant for writing as a hobby since childhood. As he experimented writing about sporting events at first and then current affairs, he quickly developed a skill for observation of his environment and began to write on reform topics, especially in connection with the community. To further feed his pursuit of writing, he founded several newsletters and bulletins at his school and at the Husayni Madrasah in the 1980's, all the time learning from others already in the field not just about writing, but also about pre-press and production processes. He was also the editor-in-chief of the Knowledge Magazine in 1995–1996. A decade later, importing a flurry of ideas into his new home, Nairobi, he first founded a two page community newspaper then became a regular writer of the Friday Faculty before establishing the Community on Friday, a fully fledged Madrasah magazine in 1996. And while his writing at the community continued, he simultaneously started writing for a business weekly, pairing in with his newfound role as a marketing professional. During his time in Nairobi, he wrote several speeches for sitting chairmen and presidents while also giving some himself, developing his concurrent role as a public speaker and trainer.

With changing times and a decrease in advertising sponsorship, as well as a fall in overall readership, Mohamedarif transformed this publication into an electronic blog. Thus was born the Community on Friday in its present format.
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