Some trials, along with the damage they caused, remain fresh in your mind for years. Sometimes, you relive small moments and experiences that remind you of those difficult tests you endured. Tests that broke every ounce of strength you had within you, except that small bit which Allāh سبحانه وتعالى allowed to persevere.
The memories and feelings come rushing back. The anxiety begins to heighten. The tears begin to well up. The wounds that had just began to heal start to bleed again. And just as the page began to get blurry and my racing thoughts caused me to lose any Khushū’ I may have had, my mind snapped back, and all the fear and anguish came to a halt as my worries clashed with the Āyāt:
وَتَوَكَّلْ عَلَى ٱلْعَزِيزِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
And rely upon the Exalted in Might, the Merciful,
ٱلَّذِى يَرَىٰكَ حِينَ تَقُومُ
Who sees you when you arise (alone at night for Tahajjud prayers).
وَتَقَلُّبَكَ فِى ٱلسَّـٰجِدِينَ
And your movement among those who prostrate.
إِنَّهُۥ هُوَ ٱلسَّمِيعُ ٱلْعَلِيمُ
Indeed, He is the Hearing, the Knowing.
Such magnificent Words — are my eyes even worthy to behold them? Is my heart even eligible to preserve them?
The Qur’ān got me through it before, it will get me through it again.
and again.
and again.
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