SubhanAllah! Today, as I peeled potatoes, I came across a few that were rotten.
Strangely, instead of being annoyed, I smiled. It felt like a quiet affirmation, I thought to myself that these were real, organic potatoes. Not the picture perfect, wax-coated ones that stay unnaturally fresh for weeks, and even months. But the kind that live, breathe, age, and yes, decay just as a natural process.
Because in that rot, I saw something rare, proof of purity. Proof these potatoes weren’t sprayed, waxed, or genetically modified to be showroom perfect. They were grown the way food was always meant to be with time, soil, sun, naturally.
SubhanAllah! We live in a world where even food has been hijacked by corporations, capitalists. Where the shelves are filled with glossy produce, unnaturally durable fruits and vegetables that never bruise. They have stripped food of its fragility and, in doing so, stripped us of its truth, and authenticity.
All in the name of “efficiency,”profit, and cosmetic perfection.
Capitalism has convinced us that shelf life is more important than real life, and that convenience is worth more than connection even connection to what we eat.
GMO (Genetically Modified Organisms) giants have promised to “feed the world,” but in reality, they have fed markets and shareholders, not souls or health.
So, when I saw that rot, it felt like a rebellion. A quiet reminder that we still have access to something real, untampered, and free from chemical illusion.
Alhamdulillah! It reminded me that “imperfection” is a sign of authenticity. That real food, like real life, doesn’t always look flawless. The presence of rot wasn’t failure it was proof that these hadn’t been pumped with chemicals or modified beyond recognition.
They had grown under the sun, soaked in rain, and came to my kitchen with a story devoid of science labs.
Alhamdulilah for the unpolished gifts!