Sometimes our grief shows up in unexpected ways, in unexpected places, in the most inopportune moments. Like during a conversation with a friend. A walk. Drive to work. And sometimes, as unexplainable tears.
Some days I feel tired of carrying all this grief with me wherever I go, like a heavy griefcase with all the baggage I've never been able to let go of...but then I remember that it is this grief that has always kept me very close to Allah; it is this grief that allows me to continuously seek Him and ask for Him...
Perhaps that is the purpose of my grief. Perhaps Allah knew that happiness would never allow me to yearn for Allah the way my sadness always has.

















