A Late Summer Night’s Dream

I remember that Midsummer Night’s Dream. That devastating night, how I struggled to look for a meaning and purpose for it. How it took me so long to even begin to heal. The only good thing in that night was the moon. Other than that, I hated summer, I hated those trees, I hated the greenery. They trees shed their leaves and regained their greeery all within less than a year, while I stood there watching my life only shed everything, not gain. Hated them. The trees gained back leaves faster than mine. They had definite seasons planned, after 6 months they will get their leaves back. They had a calender to look forward to, I didnt. I didnt know when I would also get foliages in my life, and I detested the trees for knowing theirs. The greenery seemed to mock me, my stagnant, poignant story. It was Ramadan, sometime around the last ten nights, the best nights of the year.

I also remember the evening, right after sunset, of one of the best days of the year, towards the end of summer. There was the same moon and those same lush green leaves, about to turn yellow. There was even the same me. But that was it. Nothing else was the same. What I lost that midsummer night turned its way to come back on this late summer night. The tables were turning,  and as they did, I sat under those trees and made dua. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the trees started swaying in a breeze so beautiful, so serene, so peaceful, that I couldnt help but fall in love. The air was thick with freshness, dense with purity, an oxygen I never breathed before. A summer I knew before. I never knew the greenery could be good. I never knew Allah brought those greeneries back, nurtured and watered them all summer so when my time comes towards the end, they would join me to thank Allah before they hinernate for the season. So yes, I fell in love.

Fall in love with the subtlety yet the gravity Allah’s grandeur. I was sitting in front of the school playgroung which for some reason I stared at everytime I would cry. I never knew why but for years I had been drawn to the sight of that playground from my window. Now I knew why. Because Allah wanted that location to be the spot when it happens, so He made sure I had a connection with the place from before. My hatred for the summer and trees melted when those very trees joined me to glorify Allah that night. As they started to sway and dance the moment I started making dua, I just knew it wasnt random. It was much more. It was the trees joining me to glorify Allah, just how the birds joined Prophet David, just how Allah says in the Quran that everything in the skies and the earth does tasbih of Allah. Everything has their own way of worship, but it was a different experience when those very trees that bore the brunt of my replusion for years joined me to praise and thank Allah that night.

Allah keeps an account of everything, and incorporates even the minutest insignificant details into our story, because nothing is excess or random, should we pay attention.  SubhanAllah, Alhamdulillah, MashaAllah!

Did I mention that just as I was about to publish this post, I looked outside and saw the moon gazing right back at me? 

Alhamdulillah!

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My Little Bird, You Taught Me The Extraordinary Ar Razzaq


My little bird,

There are plenty of them like you, atleast from the looks of it, in this planet. All of them leave their home and families in pursuit of earning sustenance, to get a better life for themselves. Then somewhere along the way, some of them meet us humans, and we take them under our wings. 

I often laud myself for the way I took care of you. Afterall not every generous human does so much for a bird. I must have been very praiseworthy to Allah that I look after His creation so well, take care of all its needs as best as I could.

Until reality hit me. It never was about me, it was always about you. The reason I stumbled upon you was because Allah wanted me to take care of you. Allah put me, the human, at the service of you, the bird. Allah chose you over me. I was not doing you a favor, Allah wanted you to be favored anyway. He just chose me; for reasons only He knows. It was never about I being superior, it was always about you. I was not feeding you as an act of grace, Allah was feeding you through me. I did not wake up nights after nights for you, Allah woke me up nights after nights, for you. When everyone asked about you, it felt as if they were showing concerns for me, because of my little bird, whereas in reality Allah wanted your mention in their tongues, in their mind, heart and prayers. You were always the superior one. You see, we humans have a different way of evaluating.  We like to be lauded and applauded for the good that we do, so much so that we feel we are the objects of focus. On the contrary, more often than not, who we do for, is actually the VIP in the room. Ordinary and Extraordinary are sometimes mere illusions clouded by our limited abilities to see beyond what we want to see, what we are used to seeing. I am glad you taught me that.

With Love,

Me ♥️

This is a continuation of my post A Grace Extraordinary:Ar Razzaq (The Provider)

A Walk In The Clouds: Al Khaleeq (The Creator)

That moment when you think about someone and they call you? When you just finished making dua for someone only to receive a text from them? When you make it a point to call her today and then find her missed calls on your phone?


Allah’s creations are not limited to only living creatures. Our stories, the events that happen to us, albeit seemingly mundane, are all part of Allah’s creations. The feelings in our hearts are His creations too, just like the chain of events that lead us to have those feelings.

When you think or pray for someone, and then s/he pops up absolutely randomly, there is a greater game that is being played here. The sincerity in the feeling or the genuine yearning in that prayer is loved by Allah so much, that right that moment He sends the person your way. Or Allah loves them so much He wants you to think about them as well, hence you think about them, make it a point to call them. Or perhaps you were so sincere in the way you asked Allah for them, that Allah’s heart just went out to you and He orchestrated the events right that moment, such as to sort of give you a sign that yes He is hearing you. Its kind of like an “application for your desire recieved” notification from Allah, while He processes that application. These signs give you the next steps you need to take, which involves fully soaking yourself in these signs and increase your gratitude for being heard above the heavens. 


Remember the first verse I quoted above: the creations are both in the earth and skies. The one that happens in the earth is that we see, but the commandment comes from the skies. Your sincere feelings penetrate the skies and reach Allah, He mentions you up there (Allah says: If He makes mention of me, I make mention of Him), and then out of His pouring love for you, He gives you signs to sustain you in the interim. To update you that your application is in process. Now thats what Al Khaleeq does, He creates. Not only you and me, but He creates US.


Everything that is happening is planned and created by Allah, sent to this world for execution, to be continued in the hereafter in Paradise, inshaAllah. Allah is far above to throw anything unplanned or randomly at your way. Every move is meticulously calculated to the finest detail, afterall He has taken the responsibility of everything upon Himself, He is that good in His job. SubhanAllah (Glory is for Allah)!

Everyday Believer

Everyone talks about having faith, belief, hope,but nobody teaches how to. You see thats the problem.Most of us are average Jane/John Doe’s, we don’t do wise words or preachings. We are not great and we don’t do greats. We just need something easy, like a pill which we can simply gobble down and get back to life. 
And what I am talking about, is anything but that.

Human beings need a lot of things to FEEL alive- love, joy, laughter. But to BE alive, we only need one thing- a live, beating heart. And by any chance if you have allowed anyone to walk with yours inside of them (children, parents, siblings,spouse, even career), then may The Lord have mercy on you! Very few people can do that, and still FEEL alive.