“Hurt people hurt people.”
She looked up at him. “What do you mean by that?”
Her younger brother shrugged. “Just something I once read. That when people are hurting, they have great capacity to hurt others, unintentionally of course. Maybe you’re dealing with a hurt person.”
Warda sighed. “That’s no excuse, Ibby.”
“Yes it is. I bet all this doesn’t even have much to do with you. People come with baggage, Warda. They’re hurting so they don’t see or even feel the pains their actions cause because they’re so caught up in their own sorrow. Some people think the world owes them something, and others are dancing on the other side of the spectrum, in complete despair.”
“I don’t owe him anything, definitely not after this.” She refused to soften.
“You owe him a little bit of compassion and some understanding. Basic human nature dictates so. Don’t we all commit certain crimes in the midst of our anguish? Even if it’s simply ignoring our loved ones, or taking them for granted as we fire our flames in their faces? Give him time. His pain will pass and his senses will soon stabilise. It always does in the hearts of the free.”
Smart little brother. A very important message which we forget at times is that everyone has baggage and that baggage shapes who we are. At times we do not know why we do things or what got into us, but that is our past memories defending us from situations where we might get hurt.Wonderfully written, the simplistic way this issue is tackled makes this so much better to read.
Assalamu alaykum ukhtee,
I really enjoyed this post maa shaa’ Allaah. Is this part of a book? Or was it just a small piece you wrote?
Jazaka Allaahu khayran
Wa `alaykum salam Juwayriyyah. This was a one-off piece, however more stories like this can be found in the ebook here: https://www.fajr-literary.com/?p=4644