**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
For abdullah, life was taxing at the moment. He felt like he was in a maze and had no idea which way would lead to the exit.
It was the stress of keeping naeema happy and at the same time keeping his kids happy. He had to keep reminding himself that he shouldn’t compare naeema to naseema. That they were 2 completely diFferent people. That no 2 people were the same and that every person was special in their own way.
But everything reminded him of his late wife. He missed her dearly and even more so at this difficult patch in his life.
His business seemed to be going downhill at a rapid pace. Things were just not working out. He wasn’t coming out at the end of the month and was barely making ends meet.
If naseema was alive, she definitely would have given him the right advice. She always knew what to say and what to do.
She was perfect and even if he tried to think of some imperfections in her, he could never come up with any.
He missed her and wished that at this crucial time she was here to even be a shoulder to lean on.
He couldn’t put these unexpected matters of stress on naeemas shoulders right now. It would just make him feel like a failure. Like he was failing in his duties to his new bride. Failing as a father. Failing as the man of the house to see to basic needs.
Abdullah never liked to beg or ask people for money. But things were getting so tough, he didn’t know which way to turn.
He kept reprimanding himself saying, “what happens once that borrowed money is finished? Then what? Beg again?”
He increased in his prayers to Allah, but he felt bad. He felt like he was just using Allah. Like he was so sincere in his dua and worship just because he needed help.
He felt like a failure to his Lord aswel.
But sometimes in life we forget.. We forget that all of this is Allahs plan. That His wisdom is something we will never be able to fathom.
Many a times we say that we’re putting our trust in Allah, but how are we putting our trust in Him?
We ask Him but still find ourselves restless and stressed out about things which are not in our control.
Abdullah hadn’t paid the shop rent for the past 2 months and it was accumulating.
The landlord was a muslim man, but anyone who doesn’t get paid for 2 months, slowly loses his patience.
Unfortunately we don’t live in the times of our prophet(peace be upon him). Neither do we live in the times of his illustrious companions.
An incident comes to mind where in the throws of death every sahaba gave preference to his next dying brother over himself. A single glass of water was passed on to the next companion as “he needed it more than me”.. And every sahaba said the same thing until it came back to the first person and by then he had already passed on.
This was in their last moments. But us? Even in all our luxuries we don’t care about our brother down the road, our neighbour or our tenants. Maybe they’re going through some sort of difficulty. Maybe they need some assistance.
Do we ever think that Allah has given us so much yet the more Allah gives us, the more selfish we become?
So abdullahs landlord had given him notice.. He was to move out by the end of the month. How was abdullah supposed to bring such news home? How was he supposed to face his family and more so, the community who always had something to say…?
So just a little something for us all to try out. Let’s make it a point atleast once a week to take out an item from our homes to give away to someone less fortunate than ourselves. The more we give, the more Allah will recompense inshallah… And enquire sincerely about the well being of every muslim around us.
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