Making Du’as was never important to me. I always used to think that since Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala) knows what is in my heart, He will listen to me. Consequently, there was no conscious effort in my Salah or otherwise to make Dua during rain, or between Adhan and Iqamah, in prostration, after reciting Quran, after Fard Salah, on Friday, while travelling, before opening a fast or at the time of Tahajjud. However, my thinking and understanding of the Deen changed considerably after my new homecoming to Deen.
It was something magical and surreal. There was something divine about this change. It made me happy and satisfied. It completed me. It gave me an identity and put my aching heart, wandering mind and unrest soul at peace!
My life took a 360 degrees turn in 2010. A lecture at a friend’s house, followed by a few lectures at Markaz Al-Huda in Sharjah, and my heart gradually became more and more attached to the Deen, Alhamdulillah.
It happened immediately after I realized that I had been wasting my life. I had surrounded myself only with things that would drift me away from the Deen, rather than bring closer. This realization was painful but satisfying. It put me to shame, but I was grateful to Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala) that He opened up my mind to this reality.
The next big challenge was to remain steadfast upon the change. Guess what helped me to continuously come closer to Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala), seek His pleasure, and increase the knowledge of Deen? The Duas, of course! My favourite Dua at that time and even today is: “Ya Muqqalib Al-Quloobi, Thabbit Qalbi, ‘Alaa Deenik.” (“O, turner of the hearts, make my heart steadfast upon your Deen.”) (Muslim)
I learnt some very meaningful Duas and started reciting them regularly, Alhamdulillah. Each one of it sounds more beautiful and meaningful since now I make a conscious effort of learning the meaning in English and reciting the Dua in Arabic. Slowly and gradually, my misconception of the fact that Duas are not answered faded away, as I saw, in front of my eyes, my Duas being answered, irrespective of the language… one by one, Alhamdulillah!
Just like many of my sisters and brothers in Islam must have discovered the power of Dua, I too am discovering and enjoying it. In fact, sometimes a Dua that I have asked for is answered beautifully, and it leaves me awestruck and amazed. Sometimes the Duas are answered as I have asked, while at other times my Duas are in fact replaced by something better than I could have ever imagined. I have been experiencing the miraculous beauty of the bond between the Creator and His servant getting stronger, Subhan’Allah!
To think of any single Dua that was answered is difficult for me at this point in time, because like I said, Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala) has been so Merciful, Masha’Allah, that when He guided me to His Deen, He made ways of bringing me closer to Him, day-by-day. The recent Dua that I made, was answered in a manner I could have never imagined! I cannot call it a beautiful response to my dua but I cannot complain about it either. I will share with you this complete incident so you can understand where I am coming from.
My seventy-three years old mother was sick in Pakistan. I had seen her in 2011, and in 2014 she fell really sick. I told my family back home that I was coming from Canada because I wanted to meet her. This was in February 2014. I went and spent 12 days with her, Alhamdulillah. During this time, she recovered from her illness and seemed to recuperate day by day. What happened to her? Well, a mix of multiple health issues. She had angina, breast cancer, arthritis, high blood pressure, diabetes, hernia, and in February she developed severe bronchitis, due to which she used to have breathing problems, as water would fill up in her lungs. To top it all, you all would agree that old age itself is a big trial. When I came back from Pakistan and saw her for the last time on the 8th of March, my heart was aching and my tears wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to come back to Canada, but I had to come back to my home and my family! Subhan’Allah, such is the dilemma of most daughters!
After coming here, I got busy with various chores. We were moving from Toronto to Mississauga. Then I slipped from the stairs of my new house. There was too much on my plate at that time. I used to call mummy on Sundays and speak to her for a while. Amidst all the business, I continuously used to make a lot of dua for her health.
I remember vividly the Sunday before she passed away – I couldn’t call her, as we were going somewhere. In the car, while it was raining outside, and we were travelling to a relative’s house, I made a sincere dua to Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala). I begged him to relieve my mother of all the pain and never make her dependant on anyone. I prayed to Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala) to ease her of all her sufferings and trials. I prayed for her to die peacefully, as a Shaheed, whenever her time came. I was deeply saddened by the fact that I wasn’t close to her and I couldn’t serve her or do anything for her, except make dua.
That night in the bed and all the nights that followed, I repeated the same dua, the purpose of which was to beg Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala) to relieve her of her sufferings. The following Thursday, on the 12th of June, 2014, she passed away – peacefully – in her bed, Innalilahe wa Inna Ilayhi Rajiyun and Alhamdulillah!
I wasn’t happy about the fact that I didn’t speak to her on the last Sunday that she was alive, but I was grateful to Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala) that she died in her own bed, not in the hospital. She went away without giving trouble to any of my siblings. I sincerely hope and pray that she had recited the Kalimah when she passed away. I beg all the readers of this insignificant note to recite this Dua for my mother with me:
“O Allah (Subhanhu wa Ta’ala), forgive and have mercy upon her, excuse her and pardon her, and make an honourable reception for her. Expand her entry and cleanse her with water, snow and ice, and purify her of sin, as a white robe is purified of filth. Exchange her home for a better home, and her family for a better family, and her spouse for a better spouse. Admit her into the Gardens, protect her from the punishment of the grave and the torment of the Fire.” Ameen. (Muslim)
This article was first published at Hiba Magazine.