With the remarkable rate by which time passes, and how time is seemingly experienced in such a relative, specific and intimate fashion, life seems to slip by one's fingertips. Every day rolls into another, every week rolls into another. Nothing remains constant nor unchangeable in this journey that is life, except for God. One way or another, we encounter a question in this journey that often is like a companion in existence, a question that perhaps every mumin (believer) feels, or at least...