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Impermanence

I have come to a point where I realize how temporary everything is. There have been things that I thought would be a permanent in my life but things can change within one instant. Is it a bad thing? For the most part, yes. You can have somebody is the closest to you, a person you speak with every day and within one day, you can lose them forever. When I moved to California, I thought that I was going to be living there indefinitely; I did not think that I would ever move back to Virginia but a little bit over two years later, I was back. I thought that I would always want to keep my house here in Oak Hill, VA but I am so okay with moving out of it.

All of this scares me so much, how little control we have in our lives. We have to remember that Allah (swt) controls everything, there is not a thing out His control. This life is temporary, every moment that we have in one that we will never have again so make the most of it.

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