MY LIFE IN WRITING
Hello. I am a humble, black, pen.
I am not a fancy or precious pen, just the regular off the counter one. But I am proud of my legacy.
The pen was the first thing to be created. It was asked to write the destiny of every single thing, right till the last day.
When man started his search for knowledge he found me in the process and wrote down his learnings through me.
Back then there were the quills and the red reed pens. They were made of wood or feathers and were dipped in inkwells for use.
As man increased his knowledge he eventually got irritated by the continuous dipping. He then invented fountain pens which was a breakthrough in my history. Then came the gel pens and the dot pens.
My history isn’t just about how I was created and revamped over time. The interesting bit is how I’ve been used over the centuries.
Some of my predecessors spent time with the Companion of the Prophet. They were blessed, the ones that were used to record the Quran. One of them became the pen of Hasan bin Thabit the great poet of Islam. Another went into the hands of Ali ibn Abi Talib — Wow! — to write the treaty of Hudaibiyah. (I wish I was created back then). Others went into the hands of Abu Bakr and Umar, just imagine being held by them…. humans won’t get it, what it feels like, being held in great hands.
The next generation spent time with the great scholars. These elders of mine were the fortunate ones. They were always used to preach and protect true islamic teachings. Through them these scholars used to write volumes of books which, as I hear, are still some of the greatest works in their field.
Oh, how I love being with the scholars. Even today those of my cousins who have become the pens of scholars are the fortunate lot of our times. It is a joy to be in the company of the knowledgeable.
Not all of my history has been so glorious.
Sometimes I have been used to sign treaties which has led to mass destruction and the killing of millions. Others were used to write against Islam.
Each and every single one of us loathes being in the wrong hands. But we are helpless.
Even though we pens have such a rich leagacy, and have transformed into so many beautiful colours and designs today; we sit on the desk, waiting. Hopeful that someone will walk up to the desk and use us. But their keyboards are dearer to them. We just sit in the corner as a mere decoration.
We miss the good old days when we were allowed to play with our dearest friend the notebook. The ink would flow through us on to the pages and we wrote great works and drew amazing art pieces.
Well, the good news is that I am the pen of someone who is an aspiring writer. Who plans to write on productivity and daily motivation. So feel free to follow her if you want to read more of what she writes through me.
P.S. Please use us well.
