#naseeb

A love for a man who leads me into Jannah, holding my hand firmly and choosing to never let go despite my stubbornness.

A man like Ali رَضِيَ اللهُ عَنْهُ who was cold as ice but melted in the hands of the warm Fatima رضي الله عنها

Who was jealous of a simple stick that touched her teeth. Who woke up from an argument saying, “By Allah she is most beloved to me.” Who was the strongest soldier, but needed help carrying his own wives body.

Who stood by her graveside, and said “what is wrong with me standing at the graveside saying salaam to the one who has passed? The grave of my lover but she is not responding to my greeting. My lover why aren’t you responding to my salaam? Have you forgotten all of the intimate moments that were shared by the two of us?”

Oh Allah, you haven’t forbid love in this religion.

Yaqub عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ cried out for his son, and became blind due to grief. But you did not tell him he’s wrong for loving him, you comforted him and healed his blindness.

You told Musa عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ mother that she’ll be okay, she’ll be reunited with her son once more. And you reunited them.

You made Hawa out of Adam عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ rib. Not from his head to be above him, or his feet to be below him. But, from his side to be equal to him. Under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.

You did not harden their hearts, you know your creation.

You don’t tell us that love is forbidden. You reward us when we smile at a stranger. Giving somebody directions is charity.

You yourself are Al Wadood, the most loving.

Love is not wrong, despite what I had believed previously. Love is right when done for Allah, the source of love. Love brings us closer to you, and is only dangerous when you don’t love Allah first. The only marriages that truly have blessings from Allah is the ones where Allah is the foundation of it.

You know the deepest desires in my heart, that whisper despite my voice screaming out otherwise.

How can I love the righteous even though I am not one of them? How can I love good deeds despite the oceans of sins I am drowning in? How can I love the Quran although I am slow in memorizing? How can I love namaz even when I am lazy to stand in prayer?

Show me ya Allah.

So I ask again ya Rab, how can I be granted a love for the sake of you.. in the most purest form?

And I ask you.. my future husband.

Unke chehre par ubharti thakan ko, waqt ke saath safed hote baalon ko, unki aankhon mein utarti hui fikron ko.

Kabhi raat ko bechaini se karwate badalte hue, kabhi khamoshi se kisi soch mein gum, aur kabhi yunhi door kahin takte hue... Jaise unke zehan mein hazaaron baatein chal rahi hon, jin ka zikr woh kisi se nahi karte.

Aur phir ek khayal jo bechain krdeta hai... Ek din yeh sab nahi hoga.

Yeh awaaz nahi hogi, yeh saaya nahi hoga, yeh tasalli nahi hogi ke koi hai jo har mushkil mein mere aage khada ho jayega.

Meri ek awaaz par kaun poochega, "Kya hua?" Mere nakhre kaun uthayega? Meri bewajah zid ko kaun bardasht karega? Meri choti choti khwahishon ko apni zimmedari samajh kar kaun poora karega?

Ajeeb baat hai...

Hum bachon ko hamesha lagta hai ke Abba har masle ka hal jaante hain. Magar kabhi yeh nahi sochte ke unke masail ka hal kaun hai? Unki thakan ka bojh kaun baantta hai? Unki fikron ko kaun samajhta hai?

Hum aksar apne walidain ko mazboot samajhte samajhte yeh bhool jaate hain ke waqt un par bhi guzar raha hota hai.

For joy, for light, for you to find A path of peace, a heart aligned.