It is a rainy week in Algiers, Algeria and very cold, with thunder and lightning and even rainbows mashaAllah. It also means faulty electricity, in addition to the unexpected water shut offs for regular homes like ours alhamdulillah.
Yet I’m happy. And if you know me, that should be amazing. I hate rainy times because I feel hemmed in. I hate the cold because I feel frozen into inactivity. I hate dark and gloomy because my mood becomes a reflection of the weather and I become like the turtle, curled into his house.
So the fact that I am happy and feeling good should amaze you. So why am I so happy. Because Allah created me. Me. Little old me. The regular, not special, daughter of fulan, living in a certain country, having non descript talents that she barely knows how to use. Yes that is me.
Or is it?
Why would Allah bother to create me? To create you? What is so special about either one of us, about any of us? Why bring us to being anyway? Especially since He is going to cause us to die, then resurrect us, only to put us in a fire as punishment for a selfish life lived….
Do you see how we decry our Lord? How petty we make Him? It is disbelief, hidden deep within our actions and living subhan’Allah.
This all powerful being took the time to fashion us, place us within our mothers whom He chose specifically, bring us to the light of day when many He causes to pass away before they have entered this world. Then He nourished us, helped us to grow tall and strong, allowed and helped us to learn and evolve into the adults that we are today.
All for nothing right? That’s what we would like to believe. That there is no purpose. Or better yet, that there is no Creator and Fashioner behind who we are today. We would like to DENY Him, and denying Allah is Kufr.
How would we be denying Him? By attributing our successes to ourselves, our achievements to ourselves, our very living to ourselves. There are many scenarios and situations we can make some time to imagine, along with their consequences. Things that truly came to us and into our lives miraculously. Situations that we had no control over but a ‘saving hand’ appeared and we turned out ok or the event turned out ok. Therefore, do not deny your Lord, your Lord and my Lord and the Lord of the Universe and all that is created.
Know that Allah made each of us specifically. That He has great hopes for each of us. That He has and will send to and for us innumerable opportunities to turn back to Him. One of them is as-Salaat. Five times a day we have the opportunity to turn our faces to Him and offer thanks and be in the company of the exalted inshaAllah. Another is dua, which is open 24/7 till you take in your last breath. Dont waste this opportunity. Converse with your Lord, He is ever close, the All Hearing.
So me, I’m happy because I feel blessed. Allah chose to make me. He blessed me in numerous ways from the very cells that make up me, to the knowledge, understanding, intellect, emotions, experiences, lessons from failures and successes, and so much else I cant even fathom to be able to write about.
How can I not be happy. How can I not be thankful and feel full and blessed and enriched, fully enveloped within the cradling warmth of Allah, my Rabb, my Cherisher and Sustainer?
I’m thankful. Despite the rain and the gloom, I recognize Allah in every rain drop, in every cloud that hovers, in every thundering cry of the heavens, and in every lightning bolt. Today I got rained on, well yesterday now alhamdulillah. I’m reminded of a saying in Swahili that whoever praises the rain has been rained upon and it is true. But why is it true? Because from my Lord comes the rain, it nourishes the land and livestock, it washes our houses, cars and streets clean. It washes the atmosphere clean. It is an answer to desperate prayers made by masses on their foreheads at many mosques here in Algeria. It is a bounty from Allah. It is reassurance that Allah will answer the sincere prayers. It is a confirmation that He is always Hearing and most able in Answering.
Happiness for me is knowing my Lord, resting in Him, trusting in Him, relying upon Him. I find the greatest comfort upon waking and whispering the name of my Lord. I find the greatest comfort before I fall into the oblivion of sleep in whispering my Lord’s name, putting in Him my trust that He will care for my soul and my affairs while I’m essentially dead. I find it a great comfort that when I do die for truth, that I will be that one step closer to meeting Him, my Creator, Provider, Sustainer, Cherisher, Fashioner…
May Allah put in our hearts contentment. Ameen.