.بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
You’re ‘just alive enough‘: just alive enough, to love. This, being, entails: breathing, and bleeding, almost in tandem. It’s the parts of you that don’t really, you find, have a name, but
How they spill; want to be held, and known. Painted, with colours: so many colours. Yours, and your mother’s. Your brother’s, best friend’s, son’s, spouse’s. Love: what a noble, beautiful, and courageous, act.
There’s so much of it within you: each breath of yours. Your entire make-up: acts of love, love, love. Life: inextricable from love. For pleasure, and for pain: therein, it is all tinged with love.
اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ حُبَّكَ وَحُبَّ مَنْ يُحِبُّكَ وَحُبَّ عَمَلٍ يُقَرِّبُنِي إِلَى حُبِّكَ
“O Allah, I ask You for Your Love, and the love of whoever loves You, and the love of deeds that will bring me closer to Your Love.“
O Allah, we find that it is a struggle to exist: some days are heavier days, but Your Love, and the love that you have gifted us… it all makes things lighter. To love
The Creator, and to deeply comprehend that everything is His: your parents, your undeniably beautiful corporeal form. Your hair, your smile: your son’s hair, his smile, which seems to make your heart melt in two. One piece for him, and the other: click, like a puzzle, for you.
It’s: the sound of his laughter, and you feeling charged with his safety, her warmth, in the latest hues of night; it’s the small things she says, sometimes, which make your face erupt, ‘most effortlessly, into a smile. Love, smile, for it is inevitable; unstoppable. It’s your baby brother’s little hands.
Love is shelter, and love is shade: fragile, and incredibly strong, and Divinely-Ordained. The beating heart of this religion: we find ourselves, and everything worthwhile, right through it. And it is the living, breathing soul of a world that seems to, otherwise, seek to cut us all off from it.
It’s the fact that you cannot fathom existence without them: Divine gifts from up above. The swirls of colours, across planets: these, our connected worlds. It’s all those things that fascinate us: the way things work, the plants, the sky, the mountains, and all other wonders. What a wonder
It is, that Allah wrote for you to be: a part of all the things that are. It is that his name, her name, their names, were all always written, to be right next to yours. And yes, it’s also fear and worry sometimes: sometimes, it’s surviving just enough, for the ones you love.
But there is no stronger, truer, love more good and beautiful:
Than a love loved for the Truest of all:
To love for the sake of Allah.
May Allah keep our love[s] safe, and may we find ourselves with all the things we love, in Truth, over There, in His Eternal Gardens. Āmeen.