I’m writing these words to my daughter; should He subhana wa ta’la decree that I be granted one. I want to give her pieces of me; words plucked from the core. Sincere advice drenched in the fate of thoughtful examination.
squeeze,
I’ve plodded. I’ve put pen to paper time after time, wishing I could seamlessly unmask all I want to say to you onto this single runner. There’s a vast ocean of effects I want to tell you; effects I want to partake.
My heart, these are pieces of me that I want you to have. effects I’ve learned that I supplicate to Allah, you’ll learn throughout your own life, bi’ithnillah.
I want you to always flash back to how the Prophet sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam described modesty. He said” Modesty doesn’t come into anything without adorning it. ” – Al- Tirmidhi.
Keep his( peace be upon him) words etched in the van of your mind and meditate over them as you embark on your lifelong struggle of guarding your modesty.
My love, know that your hijab is your armor, cherish it. Know that Allah noway lets the sweat of His slaves go to waste, so be loyal so that His everlasting mercy shall be yours, inshaAllah. Have the full conviction that you’re beautiful; noway misdoubt that, for you’re a creation of Allah subhana wa ta’la.
Beauty can be set up in the most doubtful of places, so search. Search high and low. Flee anywhere and far and wide and don’t yield until you find it. Open your eyes, my love. Live your life wide-eyed and uncontrived.
Always flashback that the stylish cure for sadness or heartbreak is two rakats. Purify yourself and draw close to your Lord who tells you to supplicate Him subhana wa ta’la. noway despond, for He azawajal hears your calls.
Darling, when Allah grants you triumphs, flashback Him, and when you’re being tested, flash back to Him still. Flashback that everything comes from Allah. The heartache and horselaugh are all embedded in what our ever-compassionate Lord has ordered.
Only for the sake of Allah spend all that He azawajal has granted you. Devote your time, energy, means, and senses to all that please Him, and don’t transgress from being thankful.
Know that chaos and order are a matter of perspective and that you can change effects by simply changing how you perceive them. Be aware of the world around you, for we’re all part of an ummah.
Pursue your dreams ruthlessly and know that only with the aid and backing of Allah can your topmost ambition come to a reality. So work hard and supplicate harder.
My love, know that speech, which doesn’t ameliorate silence, is more frequently than not irrevocably fruitless. There’s a commodity about words that I want you to realize; they have an immense quantum of power. Humble yourself for like our father Adam, you’re made of earth.
Go through life filling your pockets with all of the innumerous guests you’ll have, inshaAllah, whilst noway forgetting that actually, without Allah our days are without life, our hearts without love, and our eyes without gashes. I’ve learned that we’ve no way truly lived, loved nor cried if not for the sake of Allah subhana wa ta’la.
Eventually, know that all the love I have, in the deep recesses of my heart, for you, is an unfathomably bitty quantum compared to how important Allah azawajal has for you.
I supplicate that He guides you to the straight path and bestows upon you the mercy of being a righteous Muslimah.
Love, Mom
Letter By – Sarah Yusuf
Assalamu Alaikkum!