بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Loneliness is not a part of who we are, nor can it be a part of who will be. A most spectacular phenomenon of the heart is that it doesn't forget who or what it loves. When I see my watch, I remember my brother who gifted it to me. When I put on my shoes each day, I remember my sister from whom I took them. When I open my pencil case, I remember my other sister who gave it to me. When I see the simple ring I now wear, I remember my friends on the mountain top who gave it to me on Eid. When I brush my teeth, I remember my aunt who gave me the toothbrush when I forgot mine during a visit. As for my parents, every experience is connected to them.
اللهم بارك لأحبابي و جميع المسلمين و زدهم في كل الخير، آمين
But these connections don't require tangible reminders. Other claims to my heart are manifested in random smiles as I recall some interaction, be it insightful or some regrettable words that only exemplified my foolishness.
These thoughts beg the question then, upon each breath, who must be remembered? With each tear, who is my heart connected to? For each moment of peace, where do I turn my attention? Only One is worthy of such, most glorified and praised is He, He who gives us everything without exception.
No matter how far we go from Him and what He desires of us, we still find Him close. His name falls easily upon our lips, moving our hearts and ennobling our beings. Every breath hopes to be the one to carry the reminder of His majesty and transcendence. Such an honour it is, and yet it is bestowed on even the vilest of individuals.
As time moves on and everything is forced to change, we know that there is always a Constant in our lives. May Allah, the Almighty, draw us closer to Him, and may He make us among those whom He is pleased with, ameen thumma ameen.
Loneliness is not a part of who we are, nor can it be a part of who will be. A most spectacular phenomenon of the heart is that it doesn't forget who or what it loves. When I see my watch, I remember my brother who gifted it to me. When I put on my shoes each day, I remember my sister from whom I took them. When I open my pencil case, I remember my other sister who gave it to me. When I see the simple ring I now wear, I remember my friends on the mountain top who gave it to me on Eid. When I brush my teeth, I remember my aunt who gave me the toothbrush when I forgot mine during a visit. As for my parents, every experience is connected to them.
اللهم بارك لأحبابي و جميع المسلمين و زدهم في كل الخير، آمين
But these connections don't require tangible reminders. Other claims to my heart are manifested in random smiles as I recall some interaction, be it insightful or some regrettable words that only exemplified my foolishness.
These thoughts beg the question then, upon each breath, who must be remembered? With each tear, who is my heart connected to? For each moment of peace, where do I turn my attention? Only One is worthy of such, most glorified and praised is He, He who gives us everything without exception.
No matter how far we go from Him and what He desires of us, we still find Him close. His name falls easily upon our lips, moving our hearts and ennobling our beings. Every breath hopes to be the one to carry the reminder of His majesty and transcendence. Such an honour it is, and yet it is bestowed on even the vilest of individuals.
As time moves on and everything is forced to change, we know that there is always a Constant in our lives. May Allah, the Almighty, draw us closer to Him, and may He make us among those whom He is pleased with, ameen thumma ameen.
