It is this strong faith which can keep us focused on the fact that God alone controls all destinies and has ultimate power over all things. Remembering that fact alone at the moment of affliction can help us in conquering the pain and provide the hope and the energy needed to keep moving forward.
One revert sister Aisha, stated: “I am of those who chose an Islamic name because my past is something I want to disassociate with, and have taken on a new identity. Islam has transformed my life, so I chose a name to reflect my transformation."
The angelic type of nafs finds happiness in that which brings it closer to Allah: the worship and remembrance of Him, showing gratitude to Him, patiently persevering in His cause and carrying out other acts of goodness.
If you are worried that you are failing in your prayers, know that God is Al-Ghaffar, the Perpetually Forgiving. If you feel the deeds you are doing for Him are not up to the mark then know that He is Ash-Shakoor, the Tremendously Appreciative.
He lived among them as one who was dearer to them than their souls. He was the sun of their lives. His death meant that they had to live in absolute darkness. For the Prophet to be withdrawn from their lives meant to them a vacuum which could never be filled.
What can we learn from the Prophet's character and how can we implement these learnings in our lives today? Can we always be truthful like him who was known as As-Sadik or the truthful one? Can we be kind in the face of adversity as he was? And can such kindness help us deal with Islamophobia?
I recall very well that a catalyst for my interest in Islam 11-years ago happened to be the adab (good manners) of a Somali taxi driver who, incidentally, was always smiling.
Going from one false god to the next, I started to feel like the little bird looking for its mother in all the wrong animals. I was lost and broken. But, Alhamdulillah, God guided me back to Him. And because of the memory of all the pain shirk caused in my life, I remain vigilant in avoiding it.
My friend’s test was hard for her. Whenever she meets me she complains about that one matter. Whenever she sees a baby, tears would flow down from her brown eyes. She strived for different means but all meet failure. Only patience and hope remain.