I’m not sure how best to describe it, but it’s like my heart can’t go past this ayat. I know Surah Maryam and the rest of the Quran is an entire ocean but the weight of Prophet Zackariya’s dua for his son Yahya is so heavy I’ve been stuck processing it for years
“Surely my bones have become brittle, and grey hair has spread across my head, but I have never been disappointed in my prayer to You, my Lord.”
(19:4)
The more you learn about child abuse, the more you begin to realize that unconditional love is expected from children toward their parents, not the other way around. And it was never the other way around.