She isn't perfect.
She misses prayers. She cries. She falls.
But she never stops returning to Allah, because she knows His door never closes.
Not on her. Never.
This life is not real. I conquered the world and it did not bring me satisfaction. God gave me this illness to remind me that I'm not number One; He is.
- Muhammad Ali
يا حبيب، إلى من أشكو همومي وأحزاني؟
O Beloved, to whom shall I complain of my worries and griefs?
فقل لي: من لي سواك يا الله؟
Tell me: who do I have besides You, O Allah?
O Allah, if You turn away from me, then to whom shall I tell my sorrows?
يَا اللَّهُ، إِنْ تَرَكْتَنِي بِسَبَبِ ذُنُوبِي، فَإِلَىٰ مَنْ أَلْتَمِسُ الْمَغْفِرَةَ؟
O Allah, if You abandon me because of my sins, then from whom shall I seek forgiveness?