اللهم إن شكرك نعمة، تستحق الشكر، فعلّمني كيف أشكرك ، الحمد لله كما ينبغى لجلال وجهك وعظيم سلطانك
“Oh Allah thanking you is a blessing, You deserve all thankfulness, so teach me how to thank You. All praise is due to Allah…”
To the ladies who also mysteriously find the perfect pair of shoes right after having survived an emotional hurricane:
I don’t believe in shopping as therapy. Except for some reason, shopping for shoes cures all. I repeat, I am not saying that shopping is medicine… but new shoes make me feel so much more complete.
Okay, read me out.
It’s more than the satisfaction of being a consumer of pretty things. It’s about putting yourself in a new pair of shoes, metaphorically in a new person’s shoes – in this case, a newer, wiser you. Somehow it feels official this way: that when you feel on top of your game, you want to see the world from a slightly higher platform, atop a pair of comfy stylish heels to make your determined decisions root down.
You are indeed in a new person’s shoes because you are not the old you. The new you sees things a refreshingly brighter way, walks now a new path cleared of weeds called doubt. It is this new you that wants a fresh new pair of heel boots to boldly claim this trail with.
Can the mere physical act of shopping actually boost your mood? If it does, it is temporary, superficial, and an upcoming burden of guilt for trying to buy a happiness that does not actually come on a price tag. I do not advocate the consumerist’s mentality that a materialistic purchase can fix issues of uncertainty and insecurity. (In fact, I am one of those weird female specimens that dislikes wandering around in shopping malls altogether.)
Yet it just so happens for me, for the third time in the last year, that I only stumble upon my dream shoes only after I have been through an emotional turmoil that has calmed down and led me into a cave of insightful life discoveries. Despite me having spent (miserable) weeks searching for a pair of boots to replace my current falling-apart ones, it is only at the stage where I not only come to terms with reality, but wholeheartedly embrace it, that the perfect heel boots present themselves to me.
It is the same official satisfaction as having a written a long letter to a dear friend, pouring out the contents of your heart, and sealing the envelope closed to send. Putting those boots on for the first time was the equivalent to the sealing of that envelope.
And man, does it feel great to take footsteps in this more confident, stronger person’s shoes – this person that is I.
اللَّهُمَّ لَكَ الْحَمْدُ كَمَا كَسَوْتَنِيهِ أَسْأَلُكَ خَيْرَهُ وَخَيْرَ مَا صُنِعَ لَهُ وَأَعُوذُ مِنْ شَرِّهِ وَشَرِّ مَا صُنِعَ لَهُ
“O Allah, all praise is to You, just as You have dressed me, I seek Your blessings of it and the blessings of what it is made of and I seek protection and Your refuge from all evil and the evil of that which it is made of.”
The core message of this letter, ladies, is this: even shopping for heel boots can have its spiritual dimension.
And God knows best.