People usually think that when siblings go to court, it must be about inheritance or land disputes. But this true story from Saudi Arabia is completely different and truly moves the heart
An elderly man named Hizam Al-Ghamdi had to stand in court against his own younger brother and they were not fighting over money but instead, each of them insisted on taking responsibility for caring for their frail, elderly mother
Hizam argued strongly that he wanted to continue caring for his mother as he had always done saying that she was his very life but his younger brother disagreed believing that Hizam himself was already old and needed res
The courtroom became emotional as both brothers pleaded before the judge for the honour of caring for their mother
Unsure of what to decide the judge brought their mother in and asked her to choose and her answer touched everyone—she said she could not choose because both of her sons were like her left and right eyes
Since the mother could not decide the judge had to rule based on reason
The court eventually granted custody to the younger brother due to his younger age and greater strength
When the decision was announced the atmosphere became sorrowful as Hizam broke down in tears
He did not cry out of fear or anger but because he felt he had "lost" the precious opportunity to continue serving his mother in her remaining days
@JamaludinSheikh
Ten bad years can disappear fast when you finally lock in. Six months of real discipline can crush a decade of drifting. That’s why momentum is magic, it makes the past irrelevant.
Changing your life is not a glow up. It is drywall dust in your throat and a calendar you keep even when no one is watching. The amount of locking in it takes will make you feel strange to yourself. You will think you are becoming boring. You are becoming accurate.
Morning at 5:43. The phone wants to be a god. You make it a brick. Face down, silent. You drink water that tastes like nothing and call it medicine. The kettle clicks. Your stomach argues. You write three lines that are not for beauty, only for honesty. Today I will do this. Today I will not do that. You put the paper where your eyes cannot avoid it.
Discipline is a door you lock from the inside. It is not anger. It is not romance. It is a hand on the knob every time your own nerves try to run. At 7:08 you say no to an invitation that would feed your vanity and starve your work. You do not write a paragraph to be forgiven. You put a plate in the sink and hear how steady the water sounds when it hits porcelain. That is what a boundary sounds like.
You build lanes so your thoughts do not swerve. Two hours for focus. Forty minutes for the body. Ten minutes to breathe without turning it into a ceremony. You hate the first fifteen. You keep going. Your mind flails like a fish and then remembers it is in a river. The clock becomes less of an enemy and more of a metronome. The cursor blinks. You put in the reps no one claps for.
At 13:20 you eat real food at a table. Not a celebration, a promise. Protein, something green, salt that doesn’t flirt. You chew until you remember you have a jaw. The small pain at your temple relaxes. You put your phone in a drawer and the drawer does not scream. You are training your life to stop biting you back.
There is the breaking point time. 16:37. You want the old sugar. The old scroll. The old person. You stand up. You walk to the sink. Cold water on wrists until the skull cools half a degree. You say out loud not like this. The urge is still there. You keep your hands busy anyway. You wipe the counter. You take out the trash. You do not argue with the weather inside you. You wait until it passes, because it always passes when you do not feed it.
Locking in looks ridiculous from the outside. You cut your own hair with cheap scissors because appointments cost time you need for the page. You leave a party at 21:02 because your sleep is a mortgage you do not want to default on. You set your clothes out for the morning like a child and call it respect. You become the kind of person who knows exactly where the tape measure lives. You stop losing your keys because you stop pretending you are the kind of person who loses their keys.
Discipline is not a mood. It is a manual. Write your rules on the fridge where recipes go. No phone before sunlight. One hard thing before noon. Eat sitting down. Apologize by fixing it where it broke. Move your body even when your head is loud. Put your money where your time needs to be. If you relapse, you do not perform grief for an audience. You start again at the next minute mark. Return is the muscle.
At 18:55 you go where your breath changes shape. The track that smells like rubber and rain. The cheap gym with a fan that clicks. The stairs in your building that count for you. You do the ugly reps. Your legs fill with the good ache, the kind that takes noise out of your head. You are not chasing a body. You are chasing a nervous system that can hold a day without cracking.
You will look arrogant to people who worship permission. You will look obsessive to people who have never been in love with anything that did not immediately love them back. You will be misunderstood by everyone who needs you to stay the character they cast you as. Let them keep their theater. You are busy becoming…
@damnGruz It was actually first built 80 years ago but destroyed and then rebuilt 30-40 years ago. Also, they’ve been consistently upgrading the technology in it for the last 30-40 years so the ones you see now aren’t the same ones from 40 years ago.
Four Things
Ibn Qayyim says in Zād al-Ma'ād
Four things ruin the body:
Worry, grief, hunger, and sleeplessness.
And four things bring joy:
Looking at greenery, running water, a beloved person, and fruits.
And four things bring sustenance (rizq):