I can’t help it, its just automatic.
The natural adrenaline injection into the system just overpowers everything else and my entire being … my mind, my eyesight, my hands, my body, my legs – EVERYTHING – takes on a singular objective. Its like everything else doesn’t even become secondary, everything else just becomes non-existent. there is just one single over-riding item that becomes entrenched in your mind, it just consumes you – the instinct to survive.
It was about 7:15 am on a Monday morning and I had just picked up some friends and was heading down to the University campus to drop them off as we were all going for the ski / snowboarding trip, and I wanted to get there before 7:30 am.
The boys wanted to know if my Camry could fly. Flippin’ understatement of the year.
I let her rip and we hit over 120 km/h on a two-lane city street. We were coming to an uncontrolled intersection when I spotted a car on my left coming from the intersecting street turning left into the center lane – the same lane I was in and from the opposite direction, another car turning right at the same time into the curb lane. The dude turning left into the center lane clearly could not judge my oncoming speed so I slammed on the horn and on the brakes. The boys whipped their heads to the front and God knows, maybe one of them was frantically whispering the shahaada in his head, as the brakes locked and the car began to slide, still hurtling along at over 100 km/h with the other two cars continuing their respective turns into either of the two lanes. The dude turning left couldn’t really stop because there was no marked island, and there was oncoming traffic as well.
It was at that point something else kicked in, I dunno … it was just primal instinct. My mind did a complete 180 and my foot automatically switched to the accelerator instead and slammed it into the floor and the car ripped forward. My fist was locked at the 12’oclock position on the steering wheel, my arm was out straight, my hearing tuned everything else out, my jaw was clenched hard and my head was facing slightly downward but my eyes were just white and locked on the road … and on the rapidly decreasing space between the two cars … a space that was my only chance to avoid slamming into either of the two cars, making a human meat and metal sandwich, and ending up in the hospital.
My Camry shot through with literally less than six inches of breathing space on either side, without even a single scratch. I didn’t bother looking back. If its not my time, its not my time.
Later on I pondered over a the mercy and wisdom of Allaah ta3ala – how He created this emergency reserve of adrenaline that cannot be brought forth by will. It comes forth when the situation calls for it, and the massive enhancement it brings to all your senses, to your muscles and your mind makes you feel like you could take Superman, beat him to a pulp and wipe the floor with his face.
Moral of the story: Don’t forget to read the dua when you start your car and drive safely 🙂
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