In the cause of Allah

I am trying to find my favorite pen, but so far I haven't had any luck. I'm glad to feel excited about writing again after two months. Things are going smoothly and easily. However, one thing has been bothering me: my constant thoughts about the future and the uncertainty that comes with it. I do not allow these thoughts to roam freely. I want to guard and restrain them. I aim to restore determinism and self-confidence. Life should not be lived through endless desires. Life must learn to respect time, relationships, and the self. Any evil act or thought must be checked and guarded against before it leads to chaos. The power to recognize, understand, and address the cause of evil is embodied in love, faith, friendship, and the concept of God. Even Imam Ali (a.s) did not provide a detailed description of God; he suggested that one can find God through the observation of His creation. No knowledge can fully comprehend God's wisdom. I want to take control of myself and my intel...

Shayan was only seventeen years old when he hanged himself from the ceiling fan in his room and died. When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. It seemed impossible and irrational. He was living what appeared to be a happy life. I started observing him when he visited our home in Islamabad with his mother. He was my nephew and had knowledge of technology, computers, philosophy, and career paths. He was both ambitious and thoughtful. His suicide shocked everyone. I spent an entire night outside the morgue where he was kept. His brother and sister were in Islamabad and traveling to Gilgit. The next day at 1:00 PM, we took him home for the last time and carried him to his grave. I carried his coffin for a mile, and afterward, my shoulder hurt for two days. In the graveyard, after the prayers, we laid him down in his final resting place. I looked into his face, which was peaceful. Shayan, who was friendly, lovely, nice, handsome, young, ambitious, and wise, lay on the bed of soil. ...