Aliff Lam Lam Ha

My Mirror

Assalamualaykum wr wbt. 

“Ukhti, you need to buck up on your manners. This is not good manners at all.”

She stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the phone. Heart stopped beating. Streams uninvited. Not the best of times subhanAllah. She closed the books. Walked silently trying to gather all strength to climb the stairs. Suddenly she missed a step. Innalillah! She gasped, and slowly Raihanah continued to climbed those stairs. It was not the legs that were heavy. It was the heart. She just saw a clip which her sahabats shared about the 10 Companions of the Prophet s.a.w Promised Paradise. Now. She felt of no hope. Slowly she sat on the chair. Reminiscing every second spent with every single human being. A knock on the door shattered her thoughts.

“Rai, you okay?”

“Yeap! I’m super fine sis. What’s up?” 

“Cake’s ready, come eat.”

Raihanah stayed still, she plucked her courage and slowly replied, 

“Yeap, coming.”

The naseehah. Giving. And accepting. She needed that punch which she did not have for such a long time, plus getting from one of her closest sahabats. It just hurt that extra more. Just a bit. Alhamdulillah. She looked at the mirror thinking. 

“Ya Allah. With what am I entering your Jannah? With what ya Allah…”

More streams started coming without invitation. 

She gasped more air to breathe. She felt dyspnoiec. 

“What have I prepared ya Rabb. I thought my heart could be the witness in front of You to tell you how much I Love and Miss you dearly, but the akhlak I have is so far away from the sahabats. Ya Allah. What have I prepared ya Allah…”

She thought. With the funny heartbeats which have been going on and she crazily preparing for her thesis which was eating up a huge chunk of her finale aggregates. She was so into that world, she forgot to cross check the most important part of her tiny life. She started panicking. What if Allah says time up now. What is she to do? What is this with her adab which is still not settling at all? She picked up the Quran and started to read. Bismillah. She stopped, and she became more dyspnoiec. She couldn’t read. In the Name of Allah. Her heart tore reading upon the first three words. In the Name of Allah. 

In the Name of Allah, I’m reading this. For His azza wa jalla’s Sake. Have I lived all this while with ‘In the Name of Allah’? 

Her heart shattered more as she prostrate and kept thinking and asking Allah Azza wa jalla to forgive every single sin she has done. Everything of them wiped off together as if they never existed. For that only one moment when she meets Allah azza wa jalla, she wants to meet Him s.w.t as purest as possible. With the cleanest of hearts. And the best of smiles. 

Raihanah stopped. And woke up and continued reading.

Bismillah, Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. 

In the Name of Allah, In the Name of Allah, The Most Gracious the Most Merciful.

She stopped again and left the flesh of soul in her chest to the Creator azza wa jalla to express all feelings felt. 

She didn’t mean to be rude. She didn’t mean to be ill mannered. She asked silently in the waves of the dyspnoea.

“Ya Allah, let me be loved by You ya Allah with Your Mercy. Because You azza wa jalla Is indeed the Most Merciful. Forgive me ya Allah.”

Raihanah continued reading one of her favourite heart softener surahs. The heart of Quran. 

36:1

Ya, Seen.

36:2

By the wise Qur’an.

36:3

Indeed you, [O Muhammad], are from among the messengers,

36:4

On a straight path.

36:5

[This is] a revelation of the Exalted in Might, the Merciful,

***

Ettiquettes of A Mirror

Dushed. Punched. Bashed. Any verbs used, it still equals to the same thing as being sliced slowly into the heart. At times I thought, it could be the heart which is too sensitive in taking up advices and all, but subhanAllah, the truth is. There must be a reason why that particular person say that at that moment. Be it whether we anticipate it or not. The beauty of given an advice. The other beauty of accepting an advice. Both require skills, and indeed the best of ways is to put yourself in that person shoes and think how that person will react in accepting that advice. As much as it cruches the heart, the best way is to be that courageous person and speak up but firstly verify why does the person react that manner. And why does that person gives me that kind of advice. Just imagine how the Prophet s.a.w and the companions would disagree with each other, they would still advise each other for the love each other for the sake of Allah azza wa jalla. And that applies the same to why they do everything they do during those times. Their love for each other for His Sake azza wa jalla precedes it all.

33:70

O you who have believed, fear Allah and speak words of appropriate justice.

33:71

He will [then] amend for you your deeds and forgive you your sins. And whoever obeys Allah and His Messenger has certainly attained a great attainment.

(Al Quran, Surah Al Ahzab: 40-41)

Some quicktips for me myself in surviving in dushes and bashes 🙂 Ettiquettes with the Mirror!

1. Find the point of similarities with the mirror. And points of agreement.

2. Listen more than just speaking out. (need to practise this big time!) 

Rasulullah s.a.w cried when he heard Abdullah ibn Mas’ud read  this ayah,

4:41

So how [will it be] when We bring from every nation a witness and we bring you, [O Muhammad] against these [people] as a witness?

(Surah Al Nisa :41)

3. Discuss in finding solutions. 

4. Tausiyah (Give advice) in expression of loving each other for the sake of Allah.  

In conclusion, always strive to be a person of a huge heart, full of responsbility when others does mistakes, excellent in keeping secrets of others (doesn’t spread the bad of others) and act accordingly in different situations (not be emotional inappropriately).

Indeed, a Muslim when he walks in the path of da’wah, he does not only bring the heart of himself only, he brings the heart of his brother’s. Thus for every ajr he gets for each deed he does, it’s reflected upon his brother (comrade) simultaneously.

Allah Knows Best.

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