I woke up in the early hours of the morning to the sound of rain, falling in soft susurration. Slowly, I stepped to the window, peeking to confirm that it was showering by looking at the light shining from the street lamp. The refreshing and ever-familiar smell of rain reaffirmed that it was indeed raining. MasyaAllah!
I smiled and spent a few minutes gazing into the darkness. All my worries and concerns were absorbed into the refreshing night. Quickly, I hurried to take my ablution, and then, to meet my soul Creator, the Most Generous, Most Forgiving and Most Exalted.
And so I reflected.
Every year, I fall into the delusion that that particular year was the most challenging in bringing up the children. Last year, for instance, was an indescribable year: physically, financially, mentally and emotionally trying. This year, however, is a different episode as the twins go off to university, after Little D settled in his school just like my Princess. The nest will soon be empty!
Interestingly, year in, year out, Allah tests me and I still fail miserably. The reaction, upon every single trial, is often of concern and worry. The realistic, logical and scientific me still think a + b = c. All theories and lessons learnt regarding the concept of Tawakkul is often forgotten.
Thus, moments such as this, where I get to let go and entrust Him with the whole predicament, are most invaluable. Imagine, the only way for Him to get my attention, a little bit of my time and a wee bit more submission is when He tests me. Utterly shameful and revolting.
Despite all these, I know I hold that special position within Him because He never ever fails to grant my du'aas. Every single one of them.
Recently, when I shared my current worries with my very good spiritual friend who I consider among the biggest blessing Allah has granted me, she cautioned me not to worry. Nonchalantly, I responded by laughing out loud and exclaimed, "Don't worry? How is that possible?"
She then said something which pierced right through my guts, "Because Allah swt is taking care of you."
Tears trickled down my cheeks and I knew that she was right. Forgive me, my Lord.
"O my Lord! let my entry be by the Gate of Truth and Honor and likewise my exit by the Gate of Truth and Honor; and grant me from Thy Presence an authority to aid (me)."
Surah Isra (17) verse 80.