a moment of fullness
Let days go forth and present what they will, for we live by His decree and it is such that days of emptiness are followed by days of fullness:
"And these days of varying conditions we alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe..." [3:140]
My days of recent have been days of fullness. Filled with family; my brothers and sisters whom I haven't seen over a year, unexpected blessings, prayers and hopes that have been granted swiftly and suddenly, the (nearing) of my transition from college to university. I cannot deny that the past is framed in perfection in comparison to the present. But I've also come to realize that the bringer, the alternator of these days and conditions has the power to make it be that your days are beautiful again, meaningful and full. And he has made it so, for after five years of my family living separated by continents, they've united this year in the land that they call home. I know it won't last- good days are known to be shorter in length, but it has given me a peek into what eternal bliss might feel like: to be forever surrounded by those whom you hold dear without the fear of separation, to be safe and content and loved - this is what we seek from life is it not?
Maktuub- it is written. All of it. The good days and the bad; each brings with it a lesson and it is a sign that points to the wisdom of the All-Knower. These scars and wounds that afflict you- know that those before you and those that shall come after have and will be touched by days of difficulty: wa tilkal ayaam.
Not too long ago, I was in Somalia walking under the scorch of the sun headed towards the Macad wondering what the forthcoming years held in store. Now, I set out in the mornings headed towards school sometimes reading a book on my commute and other times shuffling between pages of notes, trying to balance the information, calculations, and formulas that my Math and Chemistry course each require. wa tilkal ayaam.
Four years ago, I stood in front of the haram. My eyes beholding the majestic beauty of being surrounded by His love and mercy. Now I sit on the porch of my father's apartment, the sun has set and yet the heat and humidity that claimed the day persists through the night. There is a gentle breeze every now and then. Today has come to an end, and tomorrow we shall rise with His Kingdom.
What lives in His name (swt) lives forever.
"And these days of varying conditions we alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe..." [3:140]
My days of recent have been days of fullness. Filled with family; my brothers and sisters whom I haven't seen over a year, unexpected blessings, prayers and hopes that have been granted swiftly and suddenly, the (nearing) of my transition from college to university. I cannot deny that the past is framed in perfection in comparison to the present. But I've also come to realize that the bringer, the alternator of these days and conditions has the power to make it be that your days are beautiful again, meaningful and full. And he has made it so, for after five years of my family living separated by continents, they've united this year in the land that they call home. I know it won't last- good days are known to be shorter in length, but it has given me a peek into what eternal bliss might feel like: to be forever surrounded by those whom you hold dear without the fear of separation, to be safe and content and loved - this is what we seek from life is it not?
Maktuub- it is written. All of it. The good days and the bad; each brings with it a lesson and it is a sign that points to the wisdom of the All-Knower. These scars and wounds that afflict you- know that those before you and those that shall come after have and will be touched by days of difficulty: wa tilkal ayaam.
Not too long ago, I was in Somalia walking under the scorch of the sun headed towards the Macad wondering what the forthcoming years held in store. Now, I set out in the mornings headed towards school sometimes reading a book on my commute and other times shuffling between pages of notes, trying to balance the information, calculations, and formulas that my Math and Chemistry course each require. wa tilkal ayaam.
Four years ago, I stood in front of the haram. My eyes beholding the majestic beauty of being surrounded by His love and mercy. Now I sit on the porch of my father's apartment, the sun has set and yet the heat and humidity that claimed the day persists through the night. There is a gentle breeze every now and then. Today has come to an end, and tomorrow we shall rise with His Kingdom.
What lives in His name (swt) lives forever.
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