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Pent up frustrations

I am not really a highly irritable person but some things just irk me, you know? Like, for example, you were just done doing your laundry after a tiring day walking around in the kampung and since the clothesline is open and you're living on the 1st floor, drops of water from clothes of the people living above you(since the clotheslines are built that way in hostels) may fall onto your clothes but it doesn't matter, so you use an umbrella to cover up your clothes. The next thing you know some highly annoying person dumps a BUCKET of water from above, drenching your just done laundry.

Second example, you've been living with this one person for such a long time and that person never takes an effort to do the chores and that person never cleans the toilet that she's assigned to. The next thing you know she was complaining to other people that the house is dirty. She even moved to the toilet that you used since you made an effort to clean that toilet. 

Tell me why does these people exist? 

I have tried my best to be kind to people but these kind of people just repels me you know? And is that my fault? But I did not torture them or be unfair towards them even if they're being harmful to others. I just ignore them. That's the best I can do in my level of akhlaq. 

I keep on apologizing to Rasulullah for this. If it was him in my place, he would've known exactly what to do and how to react.

Sigh.

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  1. can relate to the second example. luckily i'm a monica, so it doesn't bother me too much. hehe. but they never complain that the house is dirty la, that one cannot help

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  2. Salamatus sodri = berlapang dada (the heaviest level in the concept of ukhuwah)

    N try to discuss to them kindly. InsyaALLAH things will turn out just find

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