From the Memoirs of a Klutz

I'm a klutz. Actually, no, I'm not. I'm beyond your average klutz's league. I'm the kinda person who would make a klutz feel good about themself. People like me should have their own special name. Today, while demonstrating my extraordinary ability to make everything go wrong, I realized something. No matter how many times I trip and fall on my face, how many times I break something, how many times I push the wrong button on something, how many times I do the opposite of what the directions say, it's all for one good reason: to test me. Allah is testing me to see what my reaction will be. My sister, who seems to following my footsteps of clumsiness, also makes stupid mistakes like me. But the thing about her is that either she'll freak out about it, or something around those lines. As you grow up, you learn to handle these things with more maturity, for most people at least. You soon learn that it's not about the mistakes you make, but how you handle them. Allah wants to see if you'll have sabr when something goes wrong. You have to learn to deal with situations the right way. You have to learn to do it with sabr, ihsaan, and taqwah. Some of us, like myself, are still learning. We just to remember that everything is from Allah, and Allah is the Best of Planners.