**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
Abdullah met a brother from the locality after the maghrib salaah.
He was a wonderfully friendly character and always had kind words.
He expressed his sincerest condolences to abdullah and family and prayed that Allah grants them ease and tolerance through this difficult time.
Abdullah found himself confiding in this concerned brother who he’d grown to love because of his maturity and kind nature always.
He was young, yet he seemed to be full of insight.
“Brother, I suggest you read the short istikhaarah dua. Ask Allah for guidance. Its a dua that hazrat umme salamah radiallaahu anhaa recited at the loss of her husband thinking that no-one would ever be able to replace him. And in the end, she ended up marrying our nabi sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam himself” the friendly guy advised.
“What is the short dua? I’m only aware of the method of performing istikharah salah with the long dua and I haven’t memorised it.” Abdullah answered.
“Its Allaahuma’ jurni fi museebati wakhlufli khairam minha. It means, “Oh Allah! Reward me in my difficulty and compensate for me better than it.” The brother repeated the dua a second time for abdullah.
Abdullah pat him on his shoulder. “Jazakallah my brother. May Allah always accept you for his deen. If you don’t mind me asking.. Have you become an aalim?”
The brother shook his head with a slight chuckle..”Unfortunately not. I just have so much of hope in this dua. You see I was married and because of some unforeseen circumstances, ended up getting divorced and a friend of mine and his wife advised me to recite this dua. I read it religiously and alhamdulllah, Allah is so great. He granted me with a spouse better than the first who is a true gem who has alhamdulillah brought me 2 beautiful children. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than salma.”
Abdullah hugged the brother… “You have given me hope and insight too aqeel bhai.. Jazakallahu khairan. Drop by sometime inshallah. Bring the little ones home. My kids love other children.”
They parted ways and abdullah continued reciting the dua.
By the time he got back home, he called his mother to tell her that he was thinking about her suggestion.
“Ummi jaan, you can convey the message to naeema bhen and she can take her time to think about it inshallah. Askher to make istikharah and take it from there. But ofcourse, no hard feelings between the 2 families if she refuses. We totally understand.”
His mother smiled and kissed her son on the forehead.
“Allah make it easy for you my son and inshallah Allah will always look after you.”
His father chipped in with his wise words.. “Allah will never take away something in your life and leave you stranded. The Allah we know is so mercy beta. He will always give you something back after a loss. And sometimes something may seem bad for you, but Allah in His infinite wisdom knows that it is infact good for you.”
“Ummi jaan… Abba jaan, don’t you think its fair to discuss this with hanzalah and habeeba first though before we even consider telling naeema?” Abdullah asked concerned.
“Teekh… Alright. It makes sense. we’ll give you time to talk to the children before we pass the message on.” Abdullahs father encouraged.
Abdullah was worried about his childrens reactions. But this would affect their lives just as much as it would affect his. So it would only be fair to them.
Abdullah braced himself for the worst before calling the kids…
“Bachyo…how about going out for some ice-cream after the esha salaah? Just you 2 and myself?”
Both their faces brightened up. Ever since naseema had passed away, they hardly spent any time with their father.
If only they knew the reason to their fathers treating them to ice-cream, they wouldn’t be all bright faced and excited.
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