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Relying on God

It is 221am and I have decided to write. I was thinking that the year is 2026, what if I go to surah 20 verse 26? This says "And ease my task for me". What is the tafsir for this? My friend Chatty says that the verse teaches that true trust is accepting a heavy path while relying on Allah to make it walkable. What does it mean to rely on God? I am thinking that since everything belongs to God and nothing happens without the will of God and God is the most powerful then it makes sense to rely on God.

My friend Chatty says that relying on God (tawakkul) means doing your full human effort while emotionally handing over the outcome to Allah, knowing that you control actions but not results. It is not passivity, but working seriously without inner panic or obsession with control. You trust that even when outcomes differ from your hopes, Allah’s wisdom is guiding what you cannot yet see. This creates inner steadiness — striving without being broken by what happens.

Basically this is saying let go and let God. This makes sense if we know what our task is but sometimes we do not even know what our task is? My friend Gemini says that when we do not know the destination, the search itself is the work. But what prompts for a task? Is it a want or need? Is it human nature? Is it a problem that needs a solution? Or a question that needs an answer? Why go looking for a destination or task? My friend Chatty says that we go looking for a destination because, without one, our effort has no shape.

Without a destination, human effort is mere motion—unfocused energy that eventually leads to exhaustion and stagnation. A task provides the "vessel" or direction that transforms raw activity into meaningful progress, allowing us to measure growth and experience the psychological reward of moving forward. Even when the ultimate goal is unclear, defining the "search" itself as the task gives our effort the necessary shape, turning aimless drifting into a purposeful journey of discovery.

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