Blame it On The Big Machine Called Beauracy

Assalamu'alaykom wrt wbt Let me begin by telling you a story. I was on a journey. I found my self walked into a vault known as vault of knowledge after a man told me that there is a place for me in there. He brought me to meet the man in charge who later said I can come in if the gate keeper would let me in. The lady gate keeper came and asked me a few questions and she was in hurry. She needed someone to fill in a vacant spot where she is in charged. She didn't even asked to see my papers and when I asked her if she wanted to see them, her reply was that she would look at it later. I got in. However,I was told to get in line to fill in the vacant spot on the vault. Fair enough! I thought, since there were others who came in before me and certainly they deserve to be placed first. A year passed by. My nemesis who vowed to make my life miserables just because I didn't want to go out for a cup of tea with him got in by telling people that he knew me and was my friend. Once he got inside the vault, he started to show a book of pictures of me when he said he knew me. But, he only showed it for a few second and closed the book. With the help of a few newly recruited members from within the vault either by blackmail, threat or paid for, he started the smoke making machine around me. Only my nemesis knew his true purpose and intention. Or on that particular matter, to whom he really bowed down to. He had been following me around the globe and I can almost read his tactics by now. Personally, I never did like him. I found him to be pretentious. Once he admitted that his goal in life is to have lots of money and he didn't care how he got it. He also yearned to be the no 1 man of syaitan's helper. I stayed away from him because I have a creepy feeling about him. More than 30 years ago, I did not give him my time of the day but he sneaked in and be among the people I mingled with and always managed to get himself in the picture. I never took a photo with him together but some how I was told then that he had doctored, cropped and edited some pictures as though he took the photos with me alone. If I had believed all the tall tales and terrible lies he had been telling others about me, I certainly have no face left and no place in this world to show of whatever left of my face. But I fear no one other than Allah! I Draw my strength on none other than Allah! I have faith in none other than Allah! believe that if Allah intends to let harm come my way, then none can sto it. But, if the whole world colluded to harm me, and it is not what Allah willed, then no harm can come my way! I believe that Allah is my protector since He created me and I'm his sincere servant. Thus, I have led my life cheerfully as my way of being grateful to my maker. A little rain must fall sometime. We are being tested all the time. Some says that the more Allah loves you, the more he tests you! My presence in the vault of knowledge... to be continued