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Feel The Happiness First, Then The Success

There are things that we do because of something that we are afraid. For example, we race to be rich because we afraid of getting poor. Our mind set move us by the negative feelings; we will get rich but with the feeling of afraid of being poor, and we will keep moving forward to become richer.

But can't we see that we didn't achieve the happiness?

We don't feel the serenity that we needed. We are blinded by the thought of not being poor. Are we going to be happy when we become rich? Of course we are, but for how long will it last? Our properties and money won't take us anywhere if we only care about the living in the world. We won't feel the happiness if we only urge for the success.

So how can we feel the happiness when we are success?

We hear the advise everyday, and at least five times a day. Can you guess where am I directing now?

Yes, it is the Athan! Everyday, Allah reminds us with this:

"make haste towards worship" (happiness)
"come to the true success" (success)

Why prayer is the happiness? It is when we can let go all of the tension and stress of everyday work, and surrender (or tawakkal) to Allah. After the prayer had done, pray to Allah! Express our gratitude and be thankful to Him, pray to Him for a peaceful and calm heart.

"and the faithful ones whose hearts are comforted by the remembrance of Allah. Remembrance of Allah certainly brings comfort to all hearts" (Ar-Ra'd, 13:28)

We shouldn't let fear overcome us; have faith in Allah because He know about us more than we know ourselves. After we had find the happiness inside our heart, then we can pursue for the success. By His will, we can find a better triumph, with happiness within us.

Hope this simple message will be helpful to all of us


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