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"This Too Shall Pass"

 

 

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

I brought the question to him on a day when things felt particularly heavy. Not because anything catastrophic had happened, but because life had become difficult enough that I could not see beyond it, the way a single loud sound can drown out everything else in a room.

He listened quietly, as he always did, letting me finish before he spoke. Then he smiled. “Have you heard the story about Alexander the Great?”

I shook my head.

“According to a famous story, Alexander once asked one of his advisors for a piece of wisdom that would help him in both times of happiness and times of sorrow.”

“What kind of wisdom?”

“Something that would comfort him during hardship and keep him grounded in success.”

“And what did the advisor tell him?”

He paused, the way he did when he wanted a line to land with full weight. Then he replied, “This too shall pass.”

For a moment, I was disappointed. It sounded too simple. Surely the great conqueror of the world deserved something more profound than that, some elaborate secret rather than a phrase you might find stitched on a cushion.

He must have sensed my reaction, because he laughed. “You don’t seem impressed.”

“Honestly,” I admitted, “it sounds obvious.”

“It is obvious,” he replied. “The problem is that we rarely live as though it is true.”

I thought about that for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“When we are suffering, we unconsciously act as if the suffering is permanent.”

That resonated with me immediately because whenever I am anxious, disappointed, embarrassed, or hurt, the feeling never announces itself as temporary. It feels endless, as though the walls of the moment extend infinitely in every direction.

He continued. “Think about the last major difficulty you faced.” I immediately thought of several: a professional setback that had felt like the end of something, a misunderstanding in a relationship that had cost me sleep, and a long period of uncertainty when nothing seemed to move forward. At the time, each had felt overwhelming, the kind of thing that reorganizes your whole sense of what the future holds.

“Do those things affect you today in the same way?” he asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because time passed.”

He smiled. “Exactly.” Then he leaned back and said something I found genuinely interesting. “The strange thing is that people usually understand this lesson intellectually, but they struggle to remember it emotionally.”

I asked him to explain. “When you’re anxious, your mind acts as if this moment will last forever,” he said. “When you’re sad, it feels permanent. When you’re worried, it feels permanent. When you’re embarrassed, it feels permanent. But none of those things are permanent.”

I remembered something from years ago. I had once been deeply upset over a professional issue, the kind that occupies every idle minute. For weeks, it dominated my thoughts. I replayed conversations I had already gone over a dozen times. I imagined consequences that never arrived. I lost sleep over decisions that, in hindsight, mattered far less than they seemed to at three in the morning. And yet years later, I could barely remember the details, only the vague shape of having once been very upset about something at that job.

When I told him this, he laughed. “Exactly. Most of the things that dominate our minds today will barely occupy them a few years from now.”

Then he surprised me. “You know, the phrase is just as important in success.”

I had never thought about that. “I understand why it helps in hardship,” I said. “But why in success?”

“Because success creates a different illusion.”

“What illusion?”

“The illusion that good things will stay forever.”

I sat quietly because that was true too. When life is going well, we quietly begin to assume it will continue indefinitely: the job, the health, the relationships, the recognition, the comfort, the stability. Without ever deciding to, we begin treating temporary gifts as permanent possessions, as if a person might forget that a rented house is not actually theirs to keep.

He nodded as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. “That is why the phrase is so powerful. It comforts you in difficulty and humbles you in success.”

I remembered an elderly man I once knew who had suffered enormous financial losses. At the time, he believed his life had been ruined and that everything he had built was gone for good. Years later, when speaking about that same period, he described it very differently. “Looking back,” he told me, “that was one of the best things that ever happened to me.” When I asked why, he smiled and said simply, “It forced me to become a different person.”

I shared the story with him. He nodded. “You see? At the time, he could only see the pain. Later, he could see the growth.” Then he said something I found myself returning to long after the conversation ended. “The present moment is a terrible place to judge the entire story.”

I laughed. “That sounds true.”

“When you’re standing inside a chapter, you can’t see the whole book.”

We sat in silence for a moment. Then I asked, “If everything goes as planned, doesn’t that make life less meaningful?”

He shook his head immediately. “No. It makes life more meaningful.”

“How?”

He pointed toward the window. “Imagine a sunset.”

“Okay.”

“Would it be as beautiful if it lasted forever?”

I thought about it. Probably not. A sky that stayed gold and pink all day, every day, would eventually become wallpaper, something the eye no longer registered.

“The fact that it ends is part of what makes it precious,” he continued. “A child is small for only a few years. A conversation happens only once, exactly this way, with exactly these people, never to be repeated in quite the same form. A season comes and goes. The very fact that these things pass is what gives them much of their value.”

I had never considered impermanence from that angle before. We usually treat permanence as the thing worth wanting, the goal underlying most of our other goals. Yet so much of what we cherish draws its beauty from being temporary in the first place.

“Then maybe,” I said, “the problem is not that things pass.”

“The problem is that we keep expecting them not to.” He smiled. “I think that’s a big part of it.”

As the conversation drew to a close, I asked him one final question. “What should I do when I’m overwhelmed?”

He paused for a moment. “Ask yourself a simple question.”

“What question?”

“Will this feel as important a year from now?”

I laughed. “That would ease many of my worries.”

“Probably.”

“And if it still matters a year from now?”

“Then deal with it, but remember that even this chapter is not the whole story.”

As I left that day, I kept hearing those words in my mind. “This too shall pass.” Not as an invitation to indifference. Not as an excuse to avoid responsibility. Not as a reason to care less. But as a reminder to keep perspective.

The difficult moments will pass. The joyful moments will pass. The praise will pass. The criticism will pass. The success will pass. The failure will pass. Perhaps wisdom lies in learning to walk through both triumph and trial with the same quiet awareness: “This too shall pass.”

Points for Reflection

  • Name the last thing that felt permanent. Recall a difficulty from a few years ago that once felt unbearable. Notice how much of its weight remains today, and what that tells you about the one you’re carrying now.
  • Ask the one-year question. For whatever is overwhelming you right now, ask honestly: will this feel exactly this important a year from now? Let the answer change how much of today you give to it.
  • Check what you’re treating as permanent. Where in your life, right now, during a season that is going well, are you quietly assuming the good will simply continue? What would it mean to hold it a little more loosely?
  • Remember the chapter is not the book. The next time a single moment feels like it defines everything, ask what you might be unable to see simply because you are standing inside it rather than looking back at it.
  • Let impermanence add rather than subtract. Choose one thing you love precisely because it does not last, a season, a stage of a child’s life, an ordinary evening, and let that temporariness deepen your attention to it rather than your anxiety about losing it.

 

 

Where Trust Lives

 

 

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I once shared a frustration with him that I suspect many people carry quietly. “It feels like nothing is in my control,” I said. I began listing what was bothering me: people making decisions I disagreed with, family members behaving differently than I wished, friends not responding as I expected, situations unfolding contrary to my plans, the economy, the news, the future. By the time I finished, I felt even more overwhelmed than when I had started, as though naming the list had only made it heavier.

He listened patiently, then asked a simple question. “Of all the things you mentioned, how many are actually under your direct control?”

The answer was uncomfortable. Very few. He walked me through a couple of them to make the point concrete. The news, for instance. I did not control what happened in the world, only whether I chose to watch it at midnight and let it follow me into sleep. Even a family member’s behavior, the thing that felt most personal and urgent, was not something I could reach into and adjust. I could only control how I responded, what I said, and what I did next. Item by item, the list I had recited so easily began to look different. Almost none of it belonged to me.

That question has followed me since, because it revealed something I had never fully appreciated. Many of us spend enormous emotional energy trying to manage things outside our control. We worry about them. We obsess over them. We argue about them. We lose sleep over them. Yet despite all that effort, they remain stubbornly beyond our reach.

He explained that this is one of the most common struggles he encounters when speaking with people. On the surface, the complaints often sound different, but their root is usually the same. My spouse won’t change. My children don’t listen. My colleagues don’t understand. My family doesn’t support me. My circumstances aren’t improving. The words differ, but the pain beneath is always the same: something is out of control, and it hurts to admit it.

The surprising part came next. “Your self is under your control,” he said, “and so are your relationships.”

I paused. Relationships? I had expected him to say that only my thoughts and actions were under my control, the usual answer, the one I already half knew. But relationships? He explained what he meant. We cannot control other people, but we can invest in our relationships with them, and that investment often creates something far more powerful than control. Influence.

Most people secretly want influence, but they pursue control instead, and control almost always damages the very relationships in which influence grows.

I thought of a father I once knew who desperately wanted his son to follow a particular path in life, the one he himself had never been able to walk. He pushed hard: strict rules about how the boy spent his evenings, constant comparisons to other children, and long lectures whenever the son showed interest in anything else. The harder the father pushed, the more resistance grew. Arguments increased. Distance grew. Conversations that used to happen easily over dinner became short and guarded. The father worked as hard as he could, yet he lost influence with every passing month instead of gaining it.

Now imagine a different approach. The parent continues to guide, advise, and set boundaries where appropriate. But also invests deeply in the relationship itself: listening, understanding, showing respect, building trust, and creating emotional safety. Years later, when the child faces a difficult decision, whose voice is most likely to matter? The voice of the person who controlled them, or the voice of the person they trust? Influence grows where trust exists. Control rarely produces trust.

This is why he emphasized something many people find difficult. Learn to live with disagreement.

At first, that may sound almost passive. Shouldn’t we try to convince people? Shouldn’t we correct them? Shouldn’t we argue for what we believe is right? Sometimes, yes. But the problem isn’t disagreement itself. It is the inability to tolerate it.

Many relationships break down not because people disagree, but because one or both parties conclude that disagreement makes the relationship unsafe. A husband and wife disagree on how to raise their children, and instead of treating it as one more thing two people are working through together, they treat it as evidence that something is wrong between them. Friends disagree politically, and the friendship quietly shrinks around the topic until there is less and less room to talk at all. Siblings disagree about how to care for an aging parent, and years of closeness give way to tension neither of them quite knows how to name. In each case, the disagreement was survivable. What was not survivable was the fear beneath it, the sense that being different from someone meant losing them.

Healthy relationships require a different skill: the ability to say, “I disagree with you, but I still value you.” That sentence may be one of the most important foundations of mature relationships.

I remember a friend who kept an unusually close relationship with his father despite real differences between them, the kind that in most families would have hardened into permanent distance. One day I asked him how they managed it. He smiled. “We stopped trying to win.” I asked what he meant. “We realized that preserving the relationship mattered more to both of us than winning every argument.” That did not mean they abandoned their convictions or pretended to agree when they didn’t. It meant they learned to place the relationship above the need to dominate the conversation, so that being right and being close no longer competed with each other.

That conversation reminded me of something he emphasized repeatedly. Invest in relationships. Not occasionally, not when convenient, but regularly and intentionally.

The word investment is important because investments rarely yield immediate returns. You invest time. You invest attention. You invest patience. You invest understanding, sometimes for years, and it can feel as if nothing is happening at all. Then one day a crisis comes, a conflict emerges, a difficult conversation becomes necessary, and suddenly the trust you built over years is available exactly when you need it.

Trust functions like a savings account. Small deposits accumulate over time: listening when you could have interrupted, being honest when dishonesty would have been easier, keeping commitments, admitting mistakes, showing reliability, and demonstrating goodwill. Each of these is a deposit, made quietly and often without any visible return. I think of the elderly couples who seem able to weather almost anything together, and how their steadiness is rarely the result of a single dramatic act of love. It is usually the result of thousands of small deposits made over decades, most of them too ordinary to remember individually, all of them adding up to a kind of trust that can absorb a real crisis without breaking. Eventually, those deposits become influence.

He made another important point. Not only should we build trust in others, but we should also build trustworthiness within ourselves. That distinction matters. Many people want to be trusted, yet fewer focus on becoming trustworthy. Trustworthiness is built through consistency. Do your actions match your words? Do you keep your promises? Do you act with integrity when no one is watching? Can people rely on you? These questions determine influence far more than intelligence, authority, or charisma ever could.

I once worked with someone who had no formal leadership position, title, or special authority. Yet everyone, including those well above him in rank, quietly sought his opinion before making difficult decisions. Why? Because over the years he had developed a reputation for fairness, honesty, and consistency. He said the same thing to your face as he did behind your back. He admitted when he was wrong just as readily as he pointed out when others were. People trusted him, and that trust became a kind of authority no title could have given him.

This is one of life’s great paradoxes. The more desperately we try to control people, the less influence we often wield. The more we focus on building trust and relationships, the greater our influence tends to be.

Many people believe their influence grows when they become louder, more forceful, more persuasive, and more argumentative. Yet influence often grows through quieter qualities: patience, reliability, empathy, consistency, humility, and trust. This does not mean becoming passive. It does not mean abandoning principles or accepting everything without question. It simply means recognizing where genuine influence comes from. Not coercion. Connection.

As I reflected on our conversation, I realized something uncomfortable. Much of my frustration stemmed from investing heavily in things I could not control while neglecting those I could. I worried about changing people, but spent less time strengthening relationships. I worried about gaining influence, but spent less time becoming trustworthy. I worried about being understood, but spent less time understanding others.

Perhaps that is why his advice felt so practical. If you want greater influence, invest in relationships. If you want stronger relationships, build trust. If you want trust, become trustworthy. None of this guarantees that people will agree with you, that others will change, or that outcomes will be perfect. But it does place your energy where it can make a difference.

And perhaps that is one of the wisest shifts a person can make. Stop trying to control people. Start investing in relationships. Because in the end, influence grows where trust lives.

Patience is not Sitting Still

 

 

 

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I asked him, “Can you explain patience in a practical way? Because whenever people say sabr, it sounds like giving up—like becoming inactive.”

He didn’t rush to answer. After some time, he said, “That confusion is very common. And very costly.” He explained that patience has been misunderstood because we treat it as a single behavior, when in reality it is a disciplined response to different kinds of situations.

“Patience,” he said, “is not one thing. It changes depending on what is in your control—and what is not.”

That distinction changed everything.

He began with the simplest layer.

“Some things,” he said, “take time. No shortcuts. No negotiations.” He gave an image so obvious it almost felt unnecessary. “You plant a seed today,” he said. “You don’t dig it up tomorrow to check whether it’s growing.”

I smiled. “Of course not.”

“But people do this with life,” he replied. “They sow effort and then panic when results don’t appear immediately.” This kind of patience, he explained, is understanding time. Accepting that growth has its own rhythm. That outcomes mature slowly, quietly, invisibly. “This patience is not passive,” he said. “It’s intelligent waiting.”

Then he spoke about a harder category. “There are situations,” he said, “where nothing can be done.” Loss. Death. Irreversible change. “I cannot bring my mother back,” he said quietly. “No strategy can solve that problem.” In such moments, patience becomes acceptance without bitterness. “This patience,” he said, “is not about fixing. It is about not breaking.” No denial. No endless complaining. No self-destruction in the name of grief. Just standing, even when there is nothing left to do.

Then he leaned forward. “But the biggest confusion happens in the third category.”

I listened carefully.

“These are situations where difficulty appears—and you do have responsibility.” Job loss. Financial strain. Conflict. Failure. “This is where people misuse patience as an excuse,” he said. “They say, ‘I’ll just be patient,’ and then do nothing.”

He shook his head. “That is not patience. That is avoidance.”

He returned to the farmer. “The farmer’s job is not to grow the crop,” he said. “That’s not in his control.”

“The farmer’s job,” he continued, “is to prepare the soil, plant the seed, water it, protect it.” That is effort. That is responsibility. “After doing all of that,” he said, “then comes patience.” Waiting for rain. Waiting for growth. Waiting even for uncertainty—hail, drought, loss.

“Patience,” he said, “begins after responsibility has been fulfilled.”

I asked, “So patience is action plus endurance?”

He smiled. “Exactly.” Do what you can. Accept what you cannot control. And don’t confuse the two. He gave a very ordinary example. “If taxes increase,” he said, “you don’t spend your life complaining. You adjust, plan, fulfill your duty.” That is patience.

“If you face someone you’re not strong enough to confront,” he said, “you don’t explode or collapse. You hold yourself steady.” That is patience.

“If your income doesn’t improve immediately despite effort,” he said, “you don’t quit acting. You keep going.” That is patience.

He warned me about a subtle mistake. “People think patience means results will improve quickly,” he said. “That’s not promised.” You may act correctly and still suffer. You may do your part and still wait longer than expected.

“Patience,” he said, “is not a contract for success. It is a commitment to character.” As we ended, he said something I wrote down later.

“Patience is not standing still,” he said. “It is standing correctly—while time does its work.”

I realized then why patience feels heavy.

Because it demands two things at once:

  • responsibility without control
  • effort without guarantees

And perhaps that is why patience is not weakness at all. It is a strength that is trained over time.

The Hidden Purpose of Challenges

 

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

I once said, half-frustrated, “Why does life keep putting me in difficult situations?”

He didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked, “What if those situations are not interruptions—but invitations?”

I looked at him, confused. “Invitations to what?” I asked.

“To see who you really are,” he replied. He explained that most people see challenges through the wrong lens. When something difficult appears—conflict, loss, pressure, temptation—the mind immediately labels it as a problem to escape. “But there is another paradigm,” he said, “one that changes everything.” He leaned forward. “What if every challenge is actually an opportunity to strengthen your integrity and honor?”

I listened carefully.

He explained that challenges are not random. They function as self-assessments. “They reveal,” he said, “the real standard of your dignity—how firm you can stand when it costs you.”

Not the standard you speak about. Not the standard you admire in others. But the standard you live by when tested.  He gave a simple example.

“Suppose you are tempted to lie in a small matter,” he said. “Nothing dramatic. No one would know. The gain is immediate.”

“That’s not a big test,” I said.

He smiled. “That’s exactly why it is.” He explained that life rarely begins with grand moral tests. It begins with small, daily choices—tone of voice, honesty in explanation, fairness in judgment, patience under irritation. “These,” he said, “are the training grounds.” He reminded me that God generally takes human beings through life in a sequence. “Mostly, we are not given the hardest tests first,” he said. “we are given manageable ones—everyday opportunities to choose alignment over convenience.”

If a person struggles to maintain integrity in small matters, larger trials overwhelm them. But if someone consistently practices dignity in the ordinary, they develop the inner strength required for extraordinary tests. “Integrity,” he said, “is built incrementally.”

He told me about a man known for his fairness in trivial things—returning extra change, refusing small favors that crossed ethical lines, and speaking respectfully even when annoyed. “People thought he was overly cautious,” he said. Years later, when that man faced a major moral crossroads, his response surprised no one. “He had already practiced standing firm,” he said. “Thousands of times.”

I asked, “So challenges are not punishments?”

“No,” he replied. “They are mirrors.” They show you whether your values are decorative or structural. Whether your honor is situational or stable. “A challenge,” he said, “is life asking: Can I trust you with more?” He paused, then added something quietly.

“If you avoid integrity in small things,” he said, “you don’t suddenly acquire it when the stakes are high.”

That sentence stayed with me.

As we ended, I realized something deeply reassuring. Life is not trying to break us. It is trying to shape us. Every irritation, delay, conflict, and temptation carries a hidden question: Will you choose short-term relief—or long-term wholeness?

And perhaps the true measure of a person is not how they perform in rare heroic moments, but how faithfully they protect their integrity in the unnoticed, everyday challenges of life. Because those small moments are quietly preparing us for something much bigger.