The tear

What does one do when their soul is overwhelmed with elation, with happiness? I am going to be crude and apply the physical answer to this problem. It overflows of course; it seems the vessel is not spacious enough to hold the elation with which it starting filling up with. Add to that the fact that there was no warning as to when exactly the vessel, the ruuh , would start brimming, would start overflowing. I don’t know about you but the only way I know how to deal with such a situation is by releasing that excess through tears.

You’ve guessed it, when rummage is overwhelmed with happiness, she starts tearing like any other human being. The tears are there to act as an aid, a plan B, to use the expression. As mighty fortresses, they await the onslaught of emotion that shall arrive from the soul, the heart.

Do they complain?
Do they lessen?
Do they give up on you?
Do they discriminate between ‘big’ and ‘small’ worries?
Do they go unnoticed?

Well, in my humble opinion, they do not. Forget happiness, they’re blind to emotion also. No distinction between happiness, anger, depression or worry. One can’t quantify or pinpoint their response points. Tears, they’re over-arching, they are.

They’re that wonderful companion, the soft mattress, the bed of feathers that catch your emotions when they do a free-fall from your heart. They’re a door, ajar, a door to release the excess traffic that arrives from the ruuh, the excess that cannot be processed by logic.
So next time you feel overwhelmed, excited, angry, depressed (although not encouraged by Islaam) remember that channel Allah has granted all of us, the indiscriminate one, remember the tear.

wassalamu alaykum