Maysaa

On their way back from burying their father, Imam Hassan and Hussain hear the weeping of a man. They go towards the sound of that weeping. They ask why he weeps. He says, “I weep because a man used to come and bring me food and talk to me for a while. That man has not come for three days.” “Describe that man to us,” they say. The man replies, “I am blind, but when he prayed it was as if the rocks of the earth joined him in his glorification.”

Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines.

If Allah didn’t love you, He would never have let you fast the days of Ramadan and stand its nights. He only gifted you this because He wanted to forgive you.

Good intentions are the most beautiful of secrets.

When they slept, He was awake. When they broke, He held you up. When every means failed, He saved you. When all the creation left you, He remained. He always remains. Never forget when the storms pushed you to your knees and there was no one else who could help you, He carried you. When you were broken and you swore this time it couldn’t be fixed—never forget who fixed it. Never forget what He saved you from. Never forget how He put you back together. That moment when you felt helpless and alone, never forget who never left. To forget this is the greatest heedlessness. No matter who or what may be beside you now, never forget those moments when it was only Him. Only Him. That is loyalty.

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