The day was bright as always. But my condition was just the opposite, with no money in my wallet; I tried to bear my hunger. I was a college student, finishing up my final semester. My father had become bankrupt and we were running out of money. Both my brother and I were students and lived in segregated residences.
I sat in my room, trying to ignore my stomach grumbling for food. I sipped on water to control the hunger and focused on completing my final project’s proposal. I hadn’t slept the whole day, the skin under my eyes had darkened and my vision was getting blurry too. Somehow, I managed to type up the proposal on my laptop. My next struggle was to figure out how I’ll print the document.
I looked around my room to see if there’s anything I could sell. I found nothing worth selling, most of it was junk. I took out a small box from my cabinet to check for coin change, but that was futile as well. I then thought of calling my father to ask him to send some money, but I figured I better not. The only other person I could rely on was my thrifty brother; he’d have some spare cash for sure.
He quickly arrived in front of my boarding house with some money. I glanced at my young brother from the window, it was raining heavily outside. I rushed out to meet him. He handed the money over and told me to do well on my assignment, wishing me good luck. But what he said next was about to disturb me some more.
My brother informed me that our parents are putting our family home up for sale so that both of us can continue our education. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my brother’s lips. He managed to smile and reassured me that our parents had agreed this is what’s best for our family. “Mom and Dad don’t want us to quit our studies just because we have no money. They want us to achieve our life goals, beginning from acquiring our bachelor degrees. This is their dream for us.”
I felt awful. However, this is what had to be done and I had to focus on my education. I returned to my room, slept a bit and then headed out to print my proposal. I bought food from the money leftover and enjoyed what felt like an extremely delicious meal after ages.
The preview day finally arrived and with great hope I presented my proposal to the lecturers. To my horrible surprise, they rejected my proposal and gave me two weeks time to fix it. It seemed like bad luck didn’t want to leave me. I kept wondering why this was happening only to me! I felt impatient, hopeless and couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t find any light in my life, I was scared about facing my parents and delivering the bad news that I might fail and not graduate on time. I especially felt bad because my parents were willing to sell our home to pay our fees. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I met my advisor who tried to convince me that I can fix my proposal within due time. I sat with my laptop for a second time, but completely hopeless this time. I couldn’t finish the proposal with all these negative thoughts going through my mind. I stopped typing and began to cry.
I read some verses from Quran, trying my best to understand the message being conveyed. I concluded that I have to think positively about Allah’s (swt) decision since He knows what’s best for us. Secondly, Allah will never leave me behind as long as I trust and rely on Him. And lastly, Allah will decide the end results, I just need to pray and do my best in my academic task.
I contemplated over the many blessings in my life; parents who love me so much that they will sell our property, caring brothers and friends, and most importantly Allah (swt) who will always be in my life.
These simple thoughts began to change my life slowly. I started to pray seriously and cried to Allah regarding my problems. I did my best in redoing the proposal, without fretting over passing or failing it. Subhan’Allah, my luck was good the second time around, the professors approved my proposal.
After the proposal was accepted, I continued to work hard on finishing my final project; the final step to achieving my degree. During that time, my father called to tell me that the house was finally sold and that my parents will now live in my grandfather’s home.
A day before the final project preview, I messaged my parents and brothers to ask them to pray for me. The following day I joined my friends who were also presenting their projects. “Let’s beat this and be successful together,” said one of them. “Insha’Allah,” I replied.
I stood in front of my professors, said Bismillah and presented my project for 30 minutes. I was asked to wait outside as they discussed the result. I prayed and felt at ease. I was not afraid whether I fail or not. I knew I had done my best.
My advisor congratulated and told me I had passed. I called my father right away to deliver the good news! I proudly took my parents and brother to my graduation party and they witnessed me receiving my bachelor’s degree. I felt extremely grateful that I have been blessed with such a supportive family and friends.
My parents always told me that education is an important aspect of life, more than wealth. They told me not to worry about the house since it’s just a thing and Insha’Allah we can buy a new one in the future. Our real home is with our family and non-sellable.
And of course that’s not the end of my journey. It was just the beginning of my future life. But what I got from this moment is I have great people around me. Thanks to Allah (swt) for giving me mom, dad, brothers, and my best friends. Life is worthy because of them. Once again, thanks to Allah (swt) for the great things and great people He gave me.