The Return

I can't help but keep thinking of Abdal Bhai. How he traveled across from Canada to Karachi when he heard of Khalu's deteriorating health.

How he reached home five minutes after Khalu passed away.

Just five minutes. How long it must be for both Khalu and Abdal Bhai. Or how short.

The eyes are a window to the soul. But once the eyes close forever, nothing remains. Just a physical monument of the body that contained the soul so loved and so cherished that life without it seems un-imaginable.

I was telling Ryz as well, about how I used to see Allah's Will at the cancer hospice in giving so many patients life enough to see their relatives who had set out to meet them one last time.
To us, it seems as if Abdal Bhai reached too late. In reality, he came just when he was supposed to.

The last couple of months I have seen my parents grow old so much that they have become delightfully childish. Even today, when I saw Sehyr give Ami a "new hairdo" with her make-believe hair-dryer and seeing Ami look masha Allah so beautiful and full of life, I squeezed my eyes shut for just a bit longer than I usually do, in a feeble attempt to capture the moment and hug it close to me for the life that Allah has planned for me. So many moments like these, that "will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." An offhand sentence in my 11th grade yearbook autograph by a friend that stuck to me like a post-it I can't lose.

Everytime I injure myself and I call out to Allah, my first concern is that I cannot tell Ami about it because I know I won't be able to see her upset, and so I try to dress my wound myself without her knowing it.

Which makes me think if I were to die before my parents, I would not like either one of them to be around me, since they would not be able to bear the sight.

I pray that I am always there with them, and Allah Shows me the way such that I can be there for them when they need me the most and when they need me the least, for being with them until the very end seems to me right now, the only way I will fully be able to comprehend His Will.

Reading over, I pray for the best and the ability to recognise His prescribed path, Ameen.

Subhan Allah, Alhamdo lillah, La ilaha illa-llah, Allahu Akbar.


"Be sure we shall test you with something of fear and hunger, some loss in goods or lives or the fruits (of your toil), but give glad tidings to those who patiently persevere,
Who say, when afflicted with calamity: "To Allah We belong, and to Him is our return":-
They are those on whom (Descend) blessings from Allah, and Mercy, and they are the ones that receive guidance. "

The Noble Quran
Surah Al-Baqara (The Cow) 2:155-157