Known and the Unknown

Known and the Unknown

"I don't know yet I know," thought Idris, standing at the edge of the schoolyard where the farewell party was in full swing. Around him, classmates hugged, laughed, and shared memories of the years gone by, all while discussing the futures they had meticulously planned. They spoke of colleges, careers, and dreams with certainty and excitement. Idris, however, felt a different kind of excitement, one that was not rooted in the tangible or the meticulously planned but in a deep, unwavering faith.

In his heart, Idris carried the teachings of Sufism, a path that had taught him to look beyond the apparent and seek the truth in the essence of things. He believed in the power of the unseen, in the guidance of the divine. "It's not me; it's Him who will take this forward," he silently reminded himself, feeling a sense of peace amidst the chaos of goodbyes and future plans.

Idris had always been somewhat of an enigma to his peers. While they focused on setting trends, following them, or worrying about the next big thing, Idris was content with being out of step if it meant staying true to his beliefs. He had a knack for seeing beauty in the overlooked, finding joy in the simple, and understanding that real change, the kind that mattered, came from within and radiated outward.

As the party continued, Idris found himself wandering away from the crowd, drawn to the quiet solitude of the school's garden. It was here, among the whispering trees and the soft, evening breeze, that he felt most connected to the divine. "Thank you," he whispered, not just for the moment but for all the moments that had led him here, for the guidance he had received, and for the path that lay ahead, unknown yet full of promise.

Idris knew his journey was different. He didn't have a clear goal like his classmates did, but he had something else—a purpose that transcended the conventional paths laid out before him. He resolved to make and break trends, not for the sake of rebellion, but to show that there was another way to live, one that was rooted in faith, love, and an understanding that everything happens according to a divine plan.

As the party came to an end and his peers moved on to their respective futures, Idris stood firm in his resolve. He might not know what was in store for him, but he could relate to something beautiful, something beyond the comprehension of those caught up in the race for success and recognition. He silently thanked the divine for this realization, ready to embrace whatever came his way with open arms and a heart full of faith.

Life moves on, and so would Idris, into a world full of challenges and opportunities, carrying with him the light of his unwavering faith, ready to make a difference in his unique way.


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