السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
She cries herself to sleep every night. Drowning in misery, every step she takes in life seems to be leading her to her own downfall. Tonight was different though. She was deep in thought when it suddenly occurred to her.
She had been far away from her Lord for too long. She had been too focused on fixing her Dunya, she overlooked the Akhirah. A sudden fear came over Raha's mind. She bolted upright from her bed and took long strides to the washroom with so much determination. The whispers and doubts kept coming back. She quickly disregarded them. Without giving room for more thoughts she took ablution and put on her praying cloth. As she stood in prayer that night all her worries faded and felt light as the burdens that weighed down her shoulders eased and light entered her heart.
She fell in sujood and made the most heartfelt du'as. She prayed two rak'ahs in total as Tahajjud, since it was too early to pray Fajr. She went to the Qur'an shelf and picked out her favourite Qur'an realising how much she missed reciting.
She ventured in the darkness of the night into the hall where a lonely light shone. She flicked the pages to her favourite surah. Even though it was a small one it held great incomprehensible meaning. She got to the third ayah and couldn't hold back her tears.
She had been far away from her Lord for too long. She had been too focused on fixing her Dunya, she overlooked the Akhirah. A sudden fear came over Raha's mind. She bolted upright from her bed and took long strides to the washroom with so much determination. The whispers and doubts kept coming back. She quickly disregarded them. Without giving room for more thoughts she took ablution and put on her praying cloth. As she stood in prayer that night all her worries faded and felt light as the burdens that weighed down her shoulders eased and light entered her heart.
She fell in sujood and made the most heartfelt du'as. She prayed two rak'ahs in total as Tahajjud, since it was too early to pray Fajr. She went to the Qur'an shelf and picked out her favourite Qur'an realising how much she missed reciting.
She ventured in the darkness of the night into the hall where a lonely light shone. She flicked the pages to her favourite surah. Even though it was a small one it held great incomprehensible meaning. She got to the third ayah and couldn't hold back her tears.
This time there was a difference in the way she cried. Whereas she usually would cover her mouth and sob uncontrollably, this time she let her tears flow silently. She felt her soul getting the peace it deserves.
She raised her hands up and whispered a beautiful duá.
Finishing the Surah she closed the Qurán. She might have memorised a lot from the Qurán but this surah always remained precious to her heart.
She realised that she had never felt peace like the peace she felt today, ever before in her life. She smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time. She felt the راحة , comfort that her name claimed. With serenity descending over her, draping her like a blanket her eyes flickered shut. She was sound asleep in a second on the prayer mat.
As long as she has her Rabb by her side she will be fine. 💖
How many times have we been in Raha's position? Have we ever done what she did? We have grown so much yet we tend to stray from Allah's path.
May Allah lead us back to Him in beautiful ways no matter how many times we lose our way.
Aameen
Until next time, peace 💟
