Narrated Abu Huraira:
Allah’s Apostle said, “When Allah completed the creation, He wrote in His Book which is with Him on His Throne, “My Mercy overpowers My Anger.”
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s incredibly overwhelming. I read it and had to take a long deep breath because it’s such a reassuring promise that I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t feel relief and an insane urge to bow down and ask for forgiveness.
Sometimes I’m lost in my world of school, studying, to-do’s, wifework, and everyday stresses that distract me from the one thing that can truly calm me down and bring stability back into my life -Allah. And when I read a hadith like the one above I feel such a cluster of emotions that I don’t know what to do with myself. Should I cry? I do feel like crying for my countless sins, not even considering the ones I’m unaware of. Should I be happy? I’m blessed beyond anything in this world to be a muslim, to know my identity, to have a way of life, and to have such a merciful Lord. Should I stop what I’m doing and ask Allah for His mercy on my parents, my husband, my mom/dad in-law, my family, my friends, the ummah, and me? I don’t know. I feel more emotions than I can put into actions and they occur faster than I can capture them. I think it’s the guilt and the desperate need for His approval and forgiveness that makes my heart take a deep breath half full with worry and half full with relief.
When I was in my pre-tween years and not such a ”young adult” I used to talk to Allah as if He was someone I befriended. I would speak to him and tell him about my day, what I felt, and about my aspirations and hopes. I knew he already knew them, but voicing my duaa out loud and to putting them in a mix of colloquial speech with the humility one should have in facing their Lord helped me keep Him in my thoughts and that helped me feel at peace. I would mentally jot notes notes of what I wanted to talk about with Him at the end of my day and before laying down to sleep, I’d stay up talking to Him for 15, 20, sometimes 30 minutes. I put my heart and soul into it because it was an indescribably special time between me and my Lord. Our special time without a mediator.
Slowly, but surely I become too busy to talk. I’d make my essential duaa and be knocked out after a long day. Sadly, it reached a point in which I’d forget to make my nightly duaas and other times the night turned into morning without me ever getting to bed at all, let alone speak to Allah. Now older and independent for the most part, I am more in need of Him than ever before. The older I get, the more I want to -need to- schedule my nightly duaas.
Reading the aforementioned hadith reminds me of my volatile teenage years where the bulk of my guilt originates. I was mean and angry and oppressing, not at school, but to those I loved the most because I hated who I was and didn’t have an outlet. The treacherous halls of middle school and high school leave us with scars and battle wounds we’re unable to mend without His guidance. It was a time in which my eman was tested the most and with the hardest questions; I so desperately wish I could change this and that about my younger youth, but am thankful for the lessons I learned, the hard way and not.
So to read and know and believe and feel that His mercy outweighs His anger is what instills the glimmer of hope that I -that we- still have a chance to achieve His favor.
SubhanAllah.
