that day a wise old man with some goatee asked me; "why do we have the stairs?"
We were at the airport, waiting for the boarding gate to open. I laughed out loud at him. He juz smiled lookin at my childish response.
"You have to climb it. We have stairs becoz we want to go up another level. u have to go through hardship in order to reach the next floor. thats the point of getting urself in tarbiyah. to change the state that u r in at the moment, so that u'll b better," he said.
his analogy was simple, his words were simple, but the meaning wasn't. I laughed harder. thinking of the stairs that i've stepped on. and thinking of the final floor i dreamt of.