Abu Khaithama narrated to us, saying: Jareer reported to us from Qaaboos on the authority of Ibn ‘Abbaas (may Allah be pleased with him): When speaking to his Lord, prophet Musaa (upon him be peace) said, ‘My Lord, which of Your slaves is the most beloved to You?’ He said, ‘The ones who remember Me the most.’ He then asked, ‘Which of Your slaves is the wisest?’ He replied, ‘The one who judges himself in the same way he judges others.’ He then said, ‘My Lord, which of Your slaves is the richest?’ He said, ‘The one who is pleased with what I have given him.'” – Kitab al-‘Ilm by al-Hāfidh Abū Khaithama (may Allah have mercy on him)
Sometimes I catch myself wishing that I was a child again. Wide-eyed, young, unburdened by my mistakes and without sin. But if I hadn’t grown, I would never have known my Lord. My Kind, Loving, Generous Lord. His Love. His Forgiveness. His Mercy – its vastness, its depth. And for this, I am so grateful.
My Merciful Lord. So many times I’ve stumbled, grumbled, and forgotten His favours. Sinning with the very blessings He has given me. Yet He is always with me, guiding me, showering me with His Blessings, embracing me in His Grace. And for all of this, I am so grateful.
I want to do better, be better.