of running, and my life
Running makes me think. It helps me cherish my surroundings, to truly appreciate the beautiful world that Allah has created for mankind. Sometimes I ask myself, how can it be this beautiful? And if dunya is already this breathtaking, I can’t begin to imagine how Paradise would look like. I’m not a runner. I don’t run.. I jog. I’ve always had a problem with speed. I’m a slow mover, always have been but hoping to improve if I could. There’s something comforting about jogging or running slowly at my own pace. It gives me a sense of peace. I don’t jog to lose fat or to reach a particular body goal. I run to clear my mind. There’s just something that clicks when I run. Like, a rhythm that aligns with my thoughts. I usually start slow. Then I gain some momentum and move a little faster. But eventually, I slow down again. Sometimes I even have to stop running and just walk. Other times, I pause completely... to take pictures of the sunset, the flowers, or the people I see: fami...
