Assalaamu Alaikum people,
Lady 1: What’s that in the sky?
Guy 1: It’s a bird!
Kid 1: It’s a plane!
Lady 2: No! It’s uhh…some…person…walking…to Subway.
We all have heroes. Known to us formally as our mentors, they come in forms as diverse as the roles that they fulfill. We know some of our heroes personally and others we dream of knowing personally. In any event, one thing we all do to our heroes is put them on a pedestal – often to our own disappointment.
Remember when you realized that your parents were not perfect? It was such a huge shock to see their flaws. It made you question a lot of things, some sillier than others like whether or not they could protect you from the bogeyman.
Recently, I saw my Superman under the glow of his own kryptonite. It was hard to watch; one might say that it pained me more than it did him: I was in denial, I was hurt, and I was angry. Be it Shaykh X, Brother R, or Sister M the feeling is the same.
I’ll keep my Superman’s identity safe, the person lives in Arabia – you wouldn’t know the person even if I told you. But the more I thought of their shortcomings the more I realized that I was to blame. I placed unrealistic expectations on that person and created a person that I wanted to exist, a person to believe in.
In any event, having a hero is much akin to a child having a safety blanket. It provides comfort and protection but does not let one face their own ‘boogeymen’ and it is healthy to a point. There comes a time, though, where we need leave our blankies behind, check underneath our beds, and come to terms with things.
I was not ready to give up having a hero, so I looked for another one. While I was looking for my hero I noticed something I never expected: I was a hero, my younger brothers’ hero. I knew they looked up to me but I guess realized that it could be the same admiration that I had for my heroes.
It all happened when the toilet overflowed and…well, I’ll save you the details, but to my brother I saved him from drowning in our bathroom (he’s 7, to him this was a sure death). When he emerged unharmed he called me “Spiderman al-hammam,” roughly translated to Bathroom Spiderman, which to a 7 year old is a lofty compliment. Knowing all the flaws that I posses it made me rethink heroism.
This all brings me to my Z3 for the post:
- Heros are real.
- There are inspirational people all around us, draw on their strengths and successes.
- DO NOT embellish their personality.
- Of course, Prophet Muhammad (S) is our greatest hero as Muslims – no way you can go wrong with him as your number 1.
- You may be a hero already.
- Careful! You never know who’s looking up to you (in some cases, literally).
- If you find someone who does look up to you, make sure to share with them who you are. That does not mean showing them all your flaws but do not embellishing your own characteristics or achievements.
- Be the hero you want to look up to.
- Be your own hero!
- Why not? This allows you to customize what your strengths are and gives you the ability to fix character flaws. You’re in the driver’s seat.
- Just make sure you don’t tell anyone that you are your own hero. . .especially not at a job interview!
Keep your eyes in the sky but don’t forget the hero behind the mirror.
Salaam.Z.