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| Thank you, for praying for me. In whatever way you may be praying... |
Awake. After a night’s
rest of the mini-death that we call ‘sleep’ I am awake once again. And I am not
dead. God has decided NOT to finally end my ill-used life, my wasted hours, my
neglected prayers, my poor facsimile of a good human being (what more a
Muslim…), my crowing cockerel on top the heaps of my foolish deeds, my failed
attempts to virtue, my successful claim as a sinner, my growing record of
mistakes… in other words, God has delayed the termination of my mortal life for
one more day.
I don’t
remember praying for this. I don’t remember asking God last night, “Ohhh… Lord…
please don’t end me yet. Not when I am like this… not when I have so many
things I wish to do… so many missteps to correct, so many defeats to reverse,
so many promises to keep… oooh God… pleeease… Amen.” No, I did not do that,
instead the last words I heard was a documentary on RBS (Royal Bank of
Scotland)…”acquisitions… NatWest Bank… Citizens… entering large market in
Chicago… failure in risk management… cost-cutting… 2008… mortgage derivatives… bla
bla bla…” . Then my eyes slowly closed and to sleep I fell.
So someone must
have been praying for me instead. Was it you?
Thank you,
sunshine. Preachers and clerics often tell us, “Pray! Pray! Pray!”. But
sometimes (if not all the time), our existence in this world, is carried upon
the prayers of others. They are easily recognizable, the prayers of our fathers
and mothers, our aunties and uncles, our brothers, sisters, cousins and
friends. But above all of these ‘others’, in the highest firmament of love and
compassion, there in the Divine Presence of God, the prayer for us is being
recited by our Master, Muhammad Prophet of God(s.a.w.s.), Warner and Bringer of
the Good Tidings of God upon All Creation, anointed Mercy to all the world(s).
He was nigh but a mere orphan, poverty-stricken, but his prayers is heard by
God. Alhamdulillah always…
But I am
thankful for all prayers that come springing my way. They are like little
flowers of spring blooming upon the path through a Meadow of Light. So, thank
you.
Generally... I may not know
you specifically, but by Allah, I know you generally at least. You are my
brothers and sisters united in the worship of the One God, however you may be
dressed in such worship – whether you say you are a Muslim, a Christian, a Jew,
a Buddhist, a Hindu, a Sikh... in the many colourful ways that Humanity
calls upon our One God. The Tapestry Divine.
It is my hope
to know each one of you, specifically. If not in this life, surely the Lord
will bring us together at the Good Place where the Good People meet. I may not
be one of the Good People, but I believe you are one, sunshine… so your prayers
for me will bring me to you. Wherever you are.
Ameen.
Wa min Allah
at-taufiq
Hate has no
place in Islam
Love will show
the Way
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