Fighting the nafs…one buffalo wing at a time

A friend and I went to the local greasy spoon. My friend likes buffalo wings. My stomach doesn’t stomach spicy foods. But I just had to have one. And then another. I spent the next twelve hours in gastric pain, and then another eighteen sleeping and feverish.

What makes it worse is that this is a repeat offense.

Now for a practical lesson: if one cannot stand up to his nafs when it comes to abstaining from things he knows through experience will hurt him in this world, what chance does he have when it comes to dealing with the things that come back to haunt him in the next?

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