Last night was incredibly rainy here in London. Tired and feeling suffocated, I decided to walk from my university in Angel all the way to Baker Street. I had an umbrella with me and I didn't care about the rain. When I arrived at Baker Street I found out the umbrella was broken. I determined to sneakily leave it behind on the bench, pretending to have forgotten it. As I boarded the train, I stared at it, lying there. The doors were open for an eternity. In my mind, I thought about how I could just stay on the train, leave it there and move on. I can never get that umbrella back though, it will be gone, thrown away probably. Yet it would be so easy to just get off the train, pick it up, and get back on, but I also worried about missing the train. Time was passing and I had to make up my mind. I decided to go get it, rather than leave it there. As soon as I stepped off the train and picked up my umbrella, the train doors closed. And yet I was happy, this was my umbrella, I was going to just leave it forever, but I didn't, and it was all a split second decision. If I had stayed on the train, just allowing myself to get carried away past the point of no return, then I would have deserved getting soaked with the rain that poured down all of last night.
Allah teaches us difficult lessons about ourselves. We cannot undo what was done, or fix that which is beyond repair, but we can make our hearts gentle to those around us. It may be too late for us to expect mercy or a second chance for something long gone, but it is never too late for us to give other people a second chance or have mercy on them, not whilst we are still alive. Death, that is the true point of no return as far as we are concerned with our actions.