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.
Allah sustains us by means in ways we sometimes fail to understand.
Commonly misunderstood, rizq (provision/sustenance) does not only include jobs or wealth. Our families, friends, health etc are our provision.
I would argue that the love and support, hope and faith, that we receive during hardship are provisions too. Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said about his wife Khadija RA that “ruziqtu hubaha”, i.e “I was sustained through her love”. It was her love that Allah chose to sustain the Prophet (peace be upon him) when they both underwent the transition into his prophethood.
Its a different blessing when love becomes a provision. Together or apart, you learnt to love through dua. Every prayer, every act of worship you perform, you have a hidden wish that perhaps this will be another addition to the witness of your love, another testimony to its truth. You reach a point where you love only through your worship, through your prayers, through your duas. It becomes such that loving the person becomes worshipping Allah. The joy you get out of those prayers becomes your sustenance. That nourishes you, cherishes you, keeps you alive, keeps you going.
It does not end here though. Prophet Yaqoob(Jacob) was sustained in his grief with his hope and profound faith in God, when reality and people failed him left and right.
More often that not, our provisions are found in the earth. They are found in wealth and prosperity (which is very important. There is no belittling of any of that).But sometimes though, even for some extremely ordinary people, extraordinary provisions come down, that is not from this world. Not because they are special, but because The One who sends them down is. You might not even be aware of it, but its there. It comes especially from the heavens, from right under The Throne. From Ar Razzaq-The Provider.
And if you were to count God’s favors, you would not be able to number them (Nahl :18)
I have experienced a fair share of personal losses in my life. The traumatic incidences that literally shatter your core, slowly everything slips away from your grip,rendering you incapable of feeling anything else except for the blues. I have experienced grief-its various shades and also its paralyses. For most people, they seemed ordinary, and often times I found myself unable to explain as to why I was affected so much more than others. What happened to me has happened to a lot of people, then why did I grieve for so long? Why I am still sore? Why can I not be normal, even to this day?
For a long time, I did not have an explanation for myself.
We are all created differently-each with our unique tastes,sensitivities and even abilities. Everybody has different capacities-how much they can or can’t do. Similarly everyone reacts differently to hardships in life-even the common ones like sickness,death etc. For the same calamity,no two people react or feel the same. Some people are able to embrace their losses rather quickly, some take years, and some, never really.
When you counsel others who are going through difficult times, be mindful of their capabilities. It goes without saying that they would be able to relate to you better if you experienced something similar. But what you could during your ordeal might be beyond them. Perhaps you packed your lunch and headed back to work the next day , but that does not mean they must be able do the same. You found your solace in the prayer and it helped you heal, come out stronger, but that does not mean they also will get it right away. And it really has nothing to do with anyone being weak or strong, mentally or in faith. It just means our inner components are different. That is how Allah created us- with our individual limits. If you have seen a lot in life and someone hasn’t, you can’t expect them to have the same maturity and ability to deal with it as you. You have learnt through your experiences; they will learn through theirs. So suggest them according to how much they have seen in their lives, not yours.Give them examples and references from their lives-events they have experienced, felt, lived.
But you are not no one. You are someone.
To the world you might be another voice, another of the eight billion lives. To the street you might be another passerby. To the tree you might be another lonely traveller taking in its shade. To the sky you might be another lonely soul staring at. To the vicinity you might be another…another noone.
But you are someone.To the mat on which you pray, you are someone. To the ground which quietly absorbs your tears when you are in sujood, you are someone. To the pillow which gently muffles your incessant hiccups and stiffles your sobs every night, you are someone. Above the skies, up in the heavens, in the gathering of the angels, you are someone.To the angels you are someone.
And to your Lord, you are someone.
Everytime you call upon Him when feel like you cant take it anymore, when the pain becomes too much and you beg Him for relief, you are not noone, you are someone. Every morning when He gently helps you get through one more day, to push through one more time, you are not noone. Everytime you call Allah you are not noone. You are someone. To the One who owns everything in the heavens and the earth, Who controls every matter, and yet loves you more than anyone ever can,you are not noone. You are someone.
You are someone. Above the heavens you are someone. And in the earth too.