Shame And Guilt On Me

    Recently I self reflected about the guilt that follows me around. I initially hated it but then I realized that the very same guilt that create shame, and shame is the foundation of humility and repentance. Humility humbles us down and that leads to Iman. 

    Looking at how sometimes when we received our calling or guidance sent to us but we didn’t pick up the lesson, I come to realized without the guilt and shame, we will not move towards repentance. Hence resulting the Hidayah to fly right over our head.

    We just need to find the sweet balance of balancing the right amount humility and guilt to make sure we’re on the right track as too much of it makes us beat ourself up or allowing people to walk all over us because we think we deserve it. Maybe a change of perspective helps, rather than complaining, maybe I can use the guilt to keep me in check. 

    So shame on me?. For what I have done, I should be humbled enough to not even think I can outsmart Allah for any of my future actions and I believe I will be good by having this in my mind moving forward,

 InsyaAllah.

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