Let it touch the ground

The trust in this heavy rain is beautiful.

I haven't been good to the people around me

Alhamdulillah.

This morning I gained a little something. It is a lesson about unconditional love. I realized a little something about parenthood. It gave me a slightly tighter grasp on what it means to have endless hope and pray for our loved ones in silence, even if they don't understand what we do, even if they slip and bruise us in their own respective ways. What makes us think they're not doing the same for us too in silence? I'm not too pleased with myself. As the only child I feel a heavy sense of responsibility to support my parents in all aspects, be mindful of their silent efforts, and repay them not just in words, but in the sincere will of being a good son. Never hurt them. We can do better, and we will fight to do better. InsyaaAllah.

But what if our parents are the ones who slip and bruise us? Then I shall firstly remind myself, before sharing, that evil exists in all of us. Nevertheless, we don't respond to what we perceive as evil, with our own perceived evil. Afterall, evil is not our teacher.

Ya Allah, I make this rare, open and written dua here on this blessed Friday morning, and ask for Your gentle guidance. Soften our hearts and remove our egos. Instill in us useful wisdom, kindness and patience. Let us be strong yet gentle muslims, and weak and humble slaves whom you'll be pleased with. May those who have brought us closer to You, directly or indirectly, intentionally or unintentionally, be blessed with goodness in this life and the Hereafter. May this dua be granted by You, the Most Merciful, the Most Kind, for the people around me, for those living in this world, and for those who say Amin.

Amin.

I take my hat off to you, friend