The sea did not drown Musa. The fire did not burn lbrahim. The knife did not kill Ismaeel. The whale did not eat Yunus.
Be with Allah
- Allah will be with you.
Having a hard time?
Close your eyes, take a deep breath and say:
Ya Allah,
I know it's your plan. Just help me through it.
"She raised her hands and cried to her Lord, "Ya Allāh, You are my only hope."
Do not lose hope in Allah. He is the only one who does not break His promises.
Lesson from Surah Yusuf
● Dreams come true, if Allah wills
● Never lose hope
● Keep making dua
"The door that Allah closes is your protection, not your curse."
A hand lifted to Allah swt
is never returned empty.
Allah is more compassionate than a thousand shoulders and a thousand bonds, Allah stays when no one remains.
Bibi Aisha Siddiqa (may Allah be pleased with her) was a young woman, her heart heavy with a burden of guilt. She had made a terrible mistake, one she believed was beyond forgiveness. In her despair, she had turned away from prayer, convinced that Allah would never accept her repentance. The shame was a constant weight, a dark cloud that shadowed her every step.
One day, while walking through the bustling marketplace, she overheard a storyteller. He was surrounded by a crowd, his voice resonating with warmth and compassion. He spoke of Allah's infinite mercy, of His boundless forgiveness.
"Imagine," the storyteller said, his eyes twinkling, "a mother whose child has strayed, who has wandered far from home and fallen into hardship. Does that mother abandon her child? Does she turn her back in anger?"
The crowd murmured in response, "No, she does not."
"Indeed," the storyteller continued, "she searches tirelessly, her heart aching with longing. And when she finds her child, weary and broken, does she punish them? No! She embraces them, tears of joy streaming down her face."
Aisha's heart stirred. She had always imagined Allah as a stern judge, quick to punish and slow to forgive. But the storyteller's words painted a different picture, a picture of a loving, compassionate Creator.
"And Allah," the storyteller concluded, his voice filled with emotion, "is more merciful than that mother. His mercy is vast, encompassing all things. No sin is too great for His forgiveness, no heart too broken for His healing."
Aisha felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. She had always believed her sin was too great, her shame too deep. But the storyteller's words had planted a seed of doubt in her despair.
That night, Aisha knelt in prayer, her tears falling onto the prayer mat. She confessed her sins, her voice trembling with remorse. She didn't expect an immediate answer, but she poured out her heart, trusting in the words she had heard.
Days turned into weeks, and Aisha continued to pray, her heart slowly lightening. She began to see signs of Allah's mercy in the small things: the warmth of the sun on her face, the laughter of children playing, the kindness of a stranger.
One morning, as she walked through a field of wildflowers, she noticed a small, injured bird struggling to fly. She gently scooped it up, cradling it in her hands. She cleaned its wound and fed it, watching as it slowly regained its strength.
As she released the bird, watching it soar into the sky, she felt a profound sense of peace. It was as if Allah had sent her this small creature to remind her of His mercy, His compassion for all His creations.
She realized that Allah wasn't waiting to punish her. He was waiting for her to return, to open her heart to His forgiveness. Her guilt didn't vanish instantly, but it no longer defined her. She understood that Allah's mercy was not a reward for perfection, but a gift for those who sought it, a refuge for the brokenhearted. She found solace in the knowledge that no matter how far she had strayed, Allah's love was always there, waiting to welcome her home.
♡SubhanAllah♡
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