You know how people sometimes say, “May this kind of love find me”?
Sometimes I whisper to myself: May this kind of death find me.
A death in the blessed month of Ramadan.
Death on a Friday.
A death while in sujood.
To return to Allah while worshipping Him. A beautiful ending
normalize giving sadaqah when you’re broke
normalize making dua when nothing changes
normalize reading Quran when you don’t feel it
because the seeds planted in drought season grow the tallest trees.
I refuse to raise my future children with the mindset of “what will people say?” That way of thinking limits growth and clouds judgement. In our home, it will always be, “what will Allah say?” Because His opinion is the only one that truly counts…today, tomorrow, and always.