Disclaimer: The title does NOT refer to the literal meaning of having no strings attached. I have attempted to use it in a different context.
About 10mins ago I was making dua after Asr prayer for someone- she wants to come close to Allah and His book, and wants to know Allah better by His names. Again, it wasnt one of those bawling or crying my eyes out dua- but yes I knew what I was asking for her and the importance of that.
Just as I finished my prayer, she texted me. Goes without saying, I told her that I was just making dua for her about 10mins back. Her reply? “About 10 mins ago I was reading the Quran, and came across this verse that really touched my heart”.
SubhanAllah, Glory is to The Lord of the Skies and the Earth. When I was making dua for her, I wasnt even thinking about her- in the sense what is she doing now, is she eating, basically at that moment she only existed in my “dua world” to Allah. At the same time, she was reading the Book of Allah, listening to what He has to say, not remembering (that exact moment) that she asked someone to make dua for her Quran journey. We both were vested in our own relationship with Allah that moment, and Allah was busy using one of us to benefit the other.
I dont know if I could explain the chorewheel as simply as I hoped I would. Because its not simple. I sometimes really cant fathom the multitude of strings Allah pulls to make an event, as mundane as this to happen. Somehow He connects people He wants to connect, without attaching any visible strings. You know there is a string but you cant put your fingers on it. And that baffles me, because countless of such things happen to us everyday, and we let go of them without contemplating about the scenes in the background.
This morning I was making dua for my friend. Among other things I threw in a casual dua for her- I wanted Allah to give her some peace and time so she can spend quality time with herself, contemplating and thinking about what she wants to do for her ownself. Her domestic affairs always keep her on her toes 24×7. I want her to do something constructive with her life, which, given her present circumstances is not usually possible. She didnt ask me to make this dua and I didnt tell her either. It was more like something I personally asked for her, because I knew she wants it deep down.
About less than 2 hours later, i texted her asking how is her day going, only to hear that she is looking through the applications of the courses she wishes to do.
I was baffled at that moment. I had absolutely no clue she was toying with this idea. I just truly wanted her to have some time off for herself to atleast be able to think properly, let alone look through courses. The dua that I made for her, albeit heartfelt, wasnt something I was “begging for” either. It was a pretty casual dua, in fact I was just sitting on my bed when I made it. But Allah already started the chorewheel for her before makind dua for it even came to my mind. Allah just wanted someone to perhaps “lobby” for her, because He loved being called for her. Because He loves her.
The same way He loves you.
Its not always about being particularly good or worthy. To live extraordinary experiences, encounter moments which are literally “out of the world”, you dont always need to be particularly saintly. To have that dream of the prophet (peace be upon him), to have the angels come to your aid when you need, to have a Divine revelation be dropped in your heart like Prophet Musa’ s mother, or the little Prophet Yusuf (long before he became a prophet), to have a miraculous overnight cure of an ailment you have been battling- you do NOT need to be the righteous of the righteous. With or without hijab or beard, with or without the best of faith, with or without the best of past records, with or without the maximum number of voluntary prayers or fasts, with or without the best of associations, with or without the best of gratitudes, basically with or without anything good whatsoever, you still qualify for blessings that perhaps are not from this world.You still qualify for the Divine mercy of Allah which if translated in English basically means “Unimaginable Love, Mercy and Compassion”- yes, beyond imagination.
I have seen it happen around me. To everyday people like you and me. Trust me a lot of the ones who “look not too religious” are sometimes the ones with the most treasurous experiences, if that word even exists.
You and I could be part of it all too.
I started my Serendipity Series towards the end of Winter- in the last remaining days of snow. Winter is beautiful- or may be this winter I actually was blessed with the ability to actually feel that beauty. This winter came with promises for a life I never knew existed- much to my own surprise, for the better. I learnt to smile this winter, I learnt to be grateful, but most importantly, I learnt one or two things about believing.
Believing- yes. This winter taught me what it means to ” Be Living”, beyond just a set of breathes and days culminating into an abyss of despair. It gave me a purpose, a reason to get up and marvel at the beauty of His Divine Creations. With every flake of snow falling soundlessly, I felt myself slowly changing,evolving and rising. Rising to be the person I never was. This winter taught me strength,and as I spent the long nights marvelling at the magnificent beauty of the moon and the snow, I learnt that the morning was near. The daybreak was nearer than I thought.
As the winter prepared to bid adieus for this season, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of poignancy creep in. To me, this winter was the best thing that happened after what seemed like an eternity. I was scared that perhaps spring will be harsh, despite its lushy green foliages. But winter was loving enough to quelch my fears. As it parted, it left behind for me a gift which forever changed the life I was living. It left behind for me a season full of promises, joy, unprecented amount of gratitude, and faith.
Yes, winter left behind for me a Spring of Serendipities. Because more often that not, Serendipities Do Happen.
I started my serendipity series when it used to snow. As I continue with my journey and hence this series, its not snowing anymore now.
Its showering. Winter made sure to leave behind a spring of showers for me.
Thank you God.
Miracles are happening within us, with us, to us and for us all the time. They might not always be dramatic like parting of the sea to make way for an escape, or water gushing out from a barren desert. But just like the One who sends them, they are subtle and gentle in the way they take place, yet very much dominant and overpowering. As seemingly unreal the nuances might seem, they are happening very much in reality, in the realmost possible form.As ordinarily mundane and unnoticed they might appear,in reality they are nothing short of a perfectly orchestrated chain of events, progressively writing a history, leaving behind a legacy.
Yes, the miracles are happening all the time. They are happening right now- within you, with you, to you and for you.