In My Daily Life

In My Daily Life…

“When people trouble me, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I recall how the Makkans troubled you.

In My Daily Life

When life gives me tough time, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I remember your day in Taif.

When I find myself in grief, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I think what you must have gone through when Sayyidah Khadijah ؓ passed away.

When I lose my dear ones, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I imagine what your situation must’ve been when you saw your children Sa’dātuna Qasim ؓ, Zainab ؓ, Ruqaiya ؓ, Umm Kulthum ؓ, Abdullah ؓ, and Ibraheem ؓ pass away in front of you.

When I foresee an impending disaster in front of myself, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I imagine what you must’ve gone through when Sayyiduna Jibraeel ؑ informed you about Imam Husain’s ؓ martyrdom.

When I see my siblings go against me, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I recall how you forgave your people - the polytheists of Makkah, who troubled you for 21 years, and tortured & killed your loved ones too.

When people make mockery of me, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I admire how patiently you listened to the swear words of Utba, Shayba, Abu Lahab, Abu Jahl, etc.

When I fail to reach my goals, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I get motivated by your act of re-inviting the leaders of Quraish for dinner to call them toward Islam, after Abu Jahl cunningly scattered away all of them during your first invite.

When my children do not listen to me and I lose my cool , Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I remind myself of your love towards Anas bin Mālik, who, as a child, got busy in his playful activity with other children and forgot to do the task you’d assigned him, but when you figured him out, you still loved him that moment as you ever did.

When I talk to people and they don’t listen to me, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I imagine how many people you might have spoken to in your 23 years of Dawah mission for Islam, yet they didn’t accept your call. 

When I end up arguing with my spouse, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I think about your soft and patient behaviour towards your noble wives.

When I see despicable and toxic people around me, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ the fact that you ordered your archenemies like Abu Jahl, Utba, Waleed, Shayba, etc. to be buried in a grave in Badr boggles my mind. Their dead bodies would’ve otherwise been eaten by vultures.

When I feel the pangs of hunger, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I wonder how you carried on with nothing being cooked in your house for weeks and months.

When I complain about my house, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I console myself thinking of your small room which you lived in, then salute your simplicity and thankfulness to Allah.

When I think I don’t own a sports bike and a decent car to travel in, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I then roll my thoughts that you did travel on donkeys and mules too, and not always on horses and camels.

When I think that my friend circle doesn’t comprise of people from ultra-rich families, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I then think of how friendly you were with the As’hāb Suffah!

When I think that the presence of my elders, who’ve passed away, would’ve probably given me a better status in the society, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I then think what you must’ve felt when you realised your father had already passed before your birth, and your dear mother and grandfather too left this world in your tender age. I stop complaining and start consoling myself.

When I feel super proud on achieving something, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I think of the fact that the entire Arabian peninsula was at your feet, especially after you liberated Makkah, yet you were so simple to milk your goats, mend your footwear, and sew your own clothes!

When I complain about my food, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ how I imagine you eating barley powder mixed with water, or sometimes merely a few dates, yet you always thanked Allah and never complained!

When I whine about my clothes, Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ I imagine how simple yours were, yet the best they were, as you wore them.

Ya RasoolAllah ﷺ, life was toughest & harshest on you as per the Divine Decree, yet you smiled and made people smile. None is equal to you, nor can ever be.”

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